Claire Redfield in
The Poison Pill

By Fleshtival@yahoo.com

***This is a work of parody***

As something of a hellion in her younger days, Claire was no stranger to the idea of incarceration and confinement. But she could say with the utmost certainty that none of her previous dealings with the law in any of its forms had prepared her for becoming a prisoner of the Umbrella Company. It had begun two weeks prior when she attempted to infiltrate an Umbrella lab to find information regarding its prior dealings with regards to her brother and his subsequent disappearance. Thinking back now she couldn't fathom why she didn't try contacting one of his friends or colleagues before assaulting the well defending lab, but hindsight, as they say, is 20/20.

Her last few hours had been peculiar indeed, involving fleeing from a burning base on Rockport Island and being auto-piloted to this remote base on Antarctica. From there things had only gotten worse. Zombies, giant moths, and even a crazy blind guy with a twelve foot tentacle growing out of his back. A lesser person would have been overwhelmed, but Claire took it all in stride. She fetched the bizarre assortment of items required to escape the compound and decided to flee to a nearby government research base in her newly acquired winterized ATV (Care of Umbrella, she had thought to herself and smiled)

She remembered feeling safe and secure, for the first time in days. She had even managed to laugh aloud to herself and proclaim "It's over, finally, it's over" before her driver side door had buckled, peeled off. The cold rushed in, and with it came green tendrils, thick and powerful. The had surrounded her, grasped her tightly, pulled her out onto the snow, dragged her back into the warmth of the doomed base, dropped her roughly unto the marble tiled floor of the great hall, a massive room of marble, marble stairs, marble pillars, marble along the walls.

The cold had slowed her movements, and the impact took out what little fight remained. And that's when things took a turn for the worse

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"Where's Claire!" Chris screamed as he leaped through the mansion doors, quickly sweeping the room with his pistol before taking aim at the almost translucent skinned blonde man who stood on the stairs in the center of the large entry hall. The man was ornately dressed in a red overcoat that resembled something that British soldiers would have worn hundreds of years ago. He held an old hunting rifle that looked to be at least twice as old as he was

"It's too late for Claire. And too late for you, intruder!" The man cackled, and began to lift the rifle. Fortunately for Chris the man was lacking in firearms proficiency, and his movements were clumsy and slow.

"Stop moving or I'll shoot" Chris yelled. BAM! Chris shot anyway, because he was never really one for warnings.

The bullet was across the room and had already traveled through the finely dressed man before he was even aware of being shot. It took his mind a few seconds to realize his arm was no longer lifting the rifle before he looked down and saw his bright red sleeve begin to go dark

"Auuuuugh" the man groaned, his eyes rolling up into his head. His body spasmed, and he fell to his knees. The impact of the short fall sent another wave of pain cascading up his arm, which forced a loud squeal out of him, followed by some very unmanly crying

"You, you animal! I am Alfred Ashford of the Ashford family! How dare you, a common cur, think yourself worthy of striking at me! When my sister learns of what you have done, her wrath will be

"Yeah yeah" Chris interjected, "speaking of sisters you rambling nancy, what have you done with mine? And if I was you I'd answer fast, cause the next thing to go will be your kneecap!"

"Uh, you mean that impudent Claire Redfield?"

"That's the one. I flew all the way here to Antarctica for her, fought my way through your giant spiders, crazy zombies, and had to build a key out of seven different jewels and two statues to open the half an inch thick wooden door I just came through, so I'm about all out of patience" Chris spat, blatantly upset yet also a little entertained by the insanity of the whole thing. Man, he thought, yesterday I was lazing around in the hammock. All of a sudden I get a message from Leon saying that Claire's been trapped by Umbrella and sent to Umbrella's training base at Rockport Umbrella. Fair enough I says, I'll make the quick boat ride to Rockport, set her loose, bring her back to my place for steaks. But then I get to Rockport and what the fuck, everything's gone to shit again. Zombies every where, and even a giant worm for some reason. And to cap it all off, Claire's gone. To Antarctica.

"Uh, it might be prudent of me at this time to ask exactly how much you know" Alfred said sheepishly

"I know that this Antarctican base is some kind of crazy cross between the Arklay mountains mansion and an airport, I know your sister is Alexia and she's apparently some kind of super-freak, and I know if I don't see Claire very soon one of us is going to be a lot sorrier and also a lot bloodier" Chris shot back

"Ah, so you know about Alexia's…transformation. She's powerful beyond belief now, powerful enough to save me from certain death. So powerful in fact that when your sister attempted to escape in a glorified GI Joe Bobcat earlier, my sister managed to conjure tentacles to snatch her from the driver's seat and drag her back in to this very room"

"Tentacles? That's fucked up"

"I know, it weirded me out at first, too." Alfred continued. "And that's when we decided to test or next strain of virus and, eventually, antidote on young Claire"

"You poisoned Claire?!" Chris yelled, stepping towards Alfred menacingly

Alfred shrunk away from him, raising his good arm to shield his face "Well, yes, yes we did, but you glossed right over the antidote part of my story! There's an antidote, I was in charge of making it and I'm pretty sure it will work. 75. no, no, 80% sure it'll work". With his arm elevated to protect his face his crotch was unprotected, and Chris drove his boot hard into Alfred's junk, causing him to scream

"If it doesn't, you die"

"That's unfortunate" Alfred mused sadly, still wincing "And I haven't even told you the worst part"

"Oh? Best keep talking, while you're still able" Chris said, jabbing Alfred's wound with his pistol

"Claire's…tied up?...no, tied up isn't the right way to describe it….she's…mounted….on the wall behind these very stairs that I am currently sitting on"

"Hold on Claire, I'll get you out of there!" Chris yelled, drawing his knife. He hit Alfred hard in the face, sending him crumpling to the ground, rolling down the last few stairs. Chris raced around the massive marble stairwell and in seconds was in the alcove behind the stairs

"Oh my God" Chris's jaw fell open "What have they done to you Claire"

Here at last was Claire, fastened securely to the wall by thick green goo that looked as though it had at one point been pliable but had long since become solid. Thick strands overlapped her wrists, fastening them diagonally above her head. There were small strands along the lengths of her arms, hanging loosely, not large enough to be fastening of weight bearing. Her head hung loose, her face aiming straight down to the floor, apparently passed out. Nothing encumbered her neck, but the largest glob of material pinned her right shoulder to the wall and moved along her chest like a sash from the most bizarre prom ever before reacquiring the wall again just above her hip. A series of strands bound her legs at random places, across her right thigh here but slightly lower on her left thigh, above on knee but on the other.

Chris could tell that she was still breathing, and not the shallow breaths of someone who was near death either. He had noticed that first. What he noticed right after was that she was naked. The green glue that had affixed her to the wall provided very little coverage, and much of her skin was out in the open air. He left breast hung loose, and Chris's face reddened a little, through anger and embarrassment for his poor sister.

"I'm so sorry Claire" Chris whispered as his knife went to work, slicing easily through the adhesive. He began by slicing the remnants from her arms, then braced her body as he began the careful work of cutting her loose. As he was nearing completion she stirred

"Ch-Chris. I…I knew you'd come…for me"

"You know it…you know it….how about I get you free from here and we get the fuck out of here"

"S-sounds good" Claire said, and it was obvious to Chris that she was already becoming more lucid. She must not have been that deeply under at all. Chris picked her up in his arms gingerly and carried her towards the door exiting the hall. She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face in his shoulder

"I wouldn't leave, not with her like that" Alfred yelled, a hint of subtle condescension in his voice

Chris turned to face him. "What's that freak show? I'd forgotten about you, thanks for the reminder that I've still got some killing left to do"

"Kill me and Claire dies as well. The poisoning, remember! Ask Claire about the poisoning, I'm sure she remembers, you don't forget a thing like that!" As he spat out the words, Chris could feel his sister's grip around his neck tighten. "Alexia's tentacles, they can do more than just haul miscreants from point A to point B. They are also a delivery system for Alexia's new toxin, a highly potent little mix that if left untreated will turn the affected person into a monster"

"Uh huh. Now about that antidote you were mentioning earlier"

"Wait, let me finish. This next part I can remember quite….vividly. I've been playing it over in my head a lot the past few hours since it happened, with no small measure of fondness" Alfred said, and his face contorted into a snide smile of contempt, the pain in his arm all but forgotten as he began to reminisce. "I was here when Alexia dragged, dumping her on this very floor. It was something to behold, the red-haired miscreant you call Claire, usually so sassy and full of fight, was exhausted beyond fighting. Beyond making smart-mouthed replies, even. And that's when Alexia's tentacles went to work"

Chris closed his eyes, deciding whether he should shoot Alfred right now. But he needed that antidote, so he resisted the temptation

"The coiled around her, probing her clothes for access. Her top was easy enough. When 19 year olds storm labs, they tend not to dress for the part. Claire's spandex shirt and small leather jacket were no match for the tentacles, they were inside in seconds, and had the garments torn and shredded in mere seconds more. I remember the shock on Claire's face, the upset. They encircled her breasts, squeezing them, causing her to squeal in surprise. Opening her mouth was a mistake, on of the tentacles quickly found entrance, forcing its way inside, thrashing around. Her jeans took slightly longer, but eventually they too gave under the relentless probing, and were soon torn down around her ankles, then off entirely. One of the probes stole away into her…well, vagina, and another entered twixt her buttocks. That one came as quite the shock, her eyes were as big as sauce pans. The whole turgid thing didn't last long, seconds not minutes. But the damage was done, the three tentacles that had gained entry shuddered, and released their payload. Their toxic payload." Alfred finished, his smile stretching impossibly long across his face, wallowing in Claire's humiliation

"When are you going to fill him in on your part of the story?" Claire shot back, the fire of defiance lit within her once again.

Alfred's smile disappeared, and he shot Claire the iciest look he could muster

"You standing on the balcony above, limp member in your hand, furiously shaking it, trying to get hard. And that bitching and moaning to your sister 'Come on sis, can I have a go at her' Come on, this is no fair' like a fucking spoiled brat" Claire said, swinging her left leg out of Chris's arm and stepping onto the ground "Your sister was just rolling her eyes and saying "Shut up you little bastard or I'll shut you up'. Really shows you who wears the pants in this household" Claire said, now standing on her own power. It doesn't last long however, as a wave of nausea sent her to the floor, deliberately landing on her hands and knees and breathing deeply, attempting to regain her composure

"Alright you little weasel, enough reminiscing. Now make with the anecdote before my brother teaches you how they do things back in Raccoon city" Claire sniped

"Well, now we come to the part you're really not going to like. The antidote, is, well-"

"Spit it out you limp-dicked excuse for a wishes-he-was-a-mama's boy, is it far away or something?" Claire quipped

"No, no, nothing like that. It's quite close, in fact I have a sample on my person that will be adequate for you condition. It's the manner of application that is going to cause some consternation I'm afraid"

"Knowing you it's probably an enema, you creep" Claire said, rolling her eyes with contempt for her foe

"Of sorts. In all my researching of a solution, the only way I could make this antidote work was by binding it with a naturally occurring biological marker, namely semen. And unfortunately it has to bond with the semen at a very base level, namely through injection directly into to the antidote carrier's testicles. On the plus side it makes the carrier immune, and capable of perpetually creating antidote for the rest of his life. His life with balls, anyway. And then his semen must be applied directly to the affected areas"

"Well this is getting awkward" Chris said, staring intently at the floor, afraid of meeting his sister's gaze directly.

"So, what you're saying is you've got to jerk off and then I've got to rub your little creepy crawlies in my…well, you know. You got the floor show" Claire said, her eyes thin as slits as she stared murderously at the boodied, shivering lunatic

"No, it's not quite that simple. The compound dissipates rather quickly in the open air, and works best when bonded with a receptive host's natural bodily…uh, fluids and whatnot…. saliva and well you know."

"So now you're saying the only way to be cured is for you to get that whiskey dick of yours hard and get to work?" Claire said, so angry now that she was considering shooting Alfred rather than going through with it.

"Even if I was regularly able to muster my little troopie for role-call, I certainly won't be seeing any activity down below for some time after the nut buster your brother just gave me. Lucky for you the injection starts to work in seconds. Here you go, champ" Alfred used his good arm to pull a metal case out of his pocket and threw it to Chris

Chris caught the case in the air, opened it. Inside there was a syringe labeled X1-34.

"Uh, well, where does that leave us" Chris asked "Can we really trust this guy"

Claire sighed heavily, looked up at her brother and said "Yeah, because it he's lying, we'll cut of his balls."

"Sounds fair. First things first" Chris walked over to Alfred and struck him hard across the jaw, rendering him unconscious. "Well, here goes the easy part" Chris faced away from Claire, unzipped his pants, moved his boxers out of the way and positioned the needle against his left testicle. He hesitated, closed his eyes, thought "For Claire" and stabbed himself, gasping in pain. He depressed the plunger until the syringe was empty, then collapsed to the floor, shaking. Pain erupted in his crotch, shooting throughout his entire body. As quickly as it had begun, it ended. Chris got to his feet, felt himself, and was ecstatic that everything seemed to be as it should be and that there was no residual pain

"No time like the present, I guess" Claire says, and rolls over onto her back, spreading her legs and bracing herself on her elbows. She bit her lip awkwardly and looked off to the side, afraid to make eye contact with Chris

"I guess so" Chris said, letting his pants drop around ankles and stepping out of them. He walked towards her, and stopped just short, looking over her body, taking it all in for the first time.

By any standard of beauty Claire was a knockout. Lustrous Red hair that she kept immaculately done up on a ponytail at all times. Her eyes were a radiant blue, her skin a delicate, blemish free tapestry. His gaze fell lower, to her pink choke necklace (that he had given her for her birthday a few years ago…that she still wore it caused his heart to skip a beat). Her breasts were large for her lithe frame, but still maintained the perkiness of youth. Her pink nipples stood erect, probably as a result of being naked on a marble floor. It would certainly explain the goose-bumps along her arms and collarbone, which only served to accentuate her beauty. Her belly was taut and well-defined, a result of her athletic lifestyle.

She was shaven, which Chris figured would help because that's what he was in to. Chris hadn't seen the tentacles personally, but he couldn't imagine them being very thick, as Claire's succulent pink pussy didn't look capable of accommodating too much girth. He was concerned that he may be packing too much for her. This killer body on any other girl would have had Chris at full mast already, but in his current situation arousal was going to take some doing.

"Come on over, let's get this show on the road" Claire said, her eyes darting furtively around the room, never looking directly at Chris

He moved to her side, removed his green tactical vest and shirt. He knelt beside her, and she looked at him at last. She'd always known he was attractive, with his hair always kept short and his well defined facial features augmented greatly by his high standards of personal grooming. She looked down, along his muscular chest rigidly defined from hours spent at the gym. Finally her gaze moved along his washboard abs and came to rest upon his member. She had seen him naked in the past, but usually by accident. Resting below his thick patch of pubes was his flaccid cock, three or four inches Claire couldn't really tell. It was the girth that so surprised her know, but maybe the difference now was in knowing it was soon to be inside her. Once he could get it hard

"Just a minute si-, uh, just a minute there…you" Chris said sheepishly, grabbing his cock and proceeding to shake it. Claire watched expectantly as he thrashed it up and down, trying to jumpstart the festivities. Seconds pass, maybe a minute

"Everything going alright?" Claire asked, looking into his eyes at last, now concerned more for her brother than her own wellbeing

"I'm…it's just hard, you know, well, it's not hard, and that's the problem, it's…it's hard to get hard, you see…you're my sister, for fucks sake"

Claire, sensing the severity of the situation, bit her lips, shuddered, mustered up what resolve she could and moved her hand to Chris' thigh, slowing sliding her hand up along his body. Her hand glided to his pelvis, to his belly button, up his chest, his neck, one finger to his lips. She did a circle around his lips with her index finger, then took her hand on a journey back down his chest, his abs, through his pubes, past his cock still being roughly thrashed around, finally cupping his balls. She massaged his balls, and his eyes met hers

"I'm trying, Claire…I know what's at stake, and I'm trying, you've got to believe me."

"I know, I know. Just means we're going to have to try something different". With that Claire stopped massaging his balls and wrapped her hand around his limp cock, slowly working her hand back and forward. "You're a tit man, right? It's why you hang out with Jill, and why mom had to start locking the door during her showers when you were little, right?"

"Yeah…yeah, I guess so" Chris stammered, embarrassed

"Well, what do you think about my tits?"

"I try not to"

"Well, that's not helpful right now. Are you saying there's something wrong with them, Mr Commando tough guy?"

"No, no, that's no it, it's just…."

"Careful, you'll hurt my feelings."

"Your tits are great. Beyond great, they're epic. On another chick, those tits would be prime motorboat material for sure" Chris said, and shuddered as he felt a creeping in his spine

"Well what are you waiting for, grab a handful. Hell, make it two!" Claire smiled, then motioned her head towards her chest

Chris looked at her tits, breathed deeply, sighed, and reached a hand towards her. He paused, leaving his hand to hang for a few seconds before grabbing her tit. It was at once firm and supple, and he began to knead his fingers into her flesh, roughly massaging her. He cupped her breast, pushing it up towards her collarbone and letting it fall before tweaking her erect nipple, pulling it up, lifting her breast skyward. He let go and her breast smoothly sagged back in to position. Now his other hand was upon her, and he alternated kneading and tweaking her breasts simultaneously.

Meanwhile Claire was still massaging his cock, but was becoming concerned by the lack of progress. More extreme measures were warranted. She leaned in closer to him, coiled her hand around the base of his cock and wrapped her mouth around it. She began sliding her lips along his still weak shaft, working her tongue around the head of his cock, always returning the tip of her tongue to his urethra at the end of every revolution. Getting his entire cock in her mouth was no challenge, not yet anyway. Maybe deepthroating was not as hard as her dorm roommates led her to believe.

Chris was still playing with tits with his right hand, but had moved his left to his sister's head. He ran his fingers through her hair, resting finally at her neck. He rubbed her collarbone, her neck, her back, hoping to stir the lust inside himself. As he felt her saliva drip down off his cock and run along the line of his ass, he felt a tingling sensation in his groin, and new that at last it had begun to grow.

Claire had zoned out, lost in the repetitive motion of sucking a limp cock. When it at last had started to thicken and expand she had not noticed until, upon thrusting her head forward, his cock hit the back of her throat, shocking her. She moved her mouth off his cock very quickly, looked him in the eyes, smiled and smacked her lips before returning to her task at hand (or mouth in this situation). Elated that things were finally starting to go her way, Claire began with renewed vigor, taking his cock as deeply as she could, her tongue winding its way up and down his shaft.

She was a beautiful girl, but with her head bobbing up and down on his newly erect cock she looked absolutely radiant. Chris watched in equal measures arousal and horror as his sister worked her way up and down his cock, loud slurping sounds rebounding off the walls around him. He moved his hand to the back of her head, gently pressing down as her head bobbed and releasing as it rose again, matching her rhythm.

"Ooh baby, you're the best" Chris found himself muttering inadvertently. He quickly smacked his forehead and cursed himself for getting lost in the moment and forgetting exactly what was happening. Claire felt her face redden with embarrassment and…something else. Pride, maybe? No, surely not. That would be unthinkable, she thought to herself. But hell, he had said it, so maybe she was good, a natural. She rolled her head from one side to the other, feeling his purple helmet rub against her cheeks.

Minutes past as Claire continued to work the shaft, putting all of the energy she could muster into coiling and twirling her tongue. Her mouth and neck were getting tired, she hadn't expected it to take this long. Just fucking cum already she thought, and shot her brother as dirty a look as she could manage without removing her lips from his cock. But he was oblivious, his eyes closed and a look of concentration on his face.

Finally his eyes opened, he gasped, his head rolled backwards and his abs tightened. 'It's happening it's happening' she thought 'it's finally happening' as a stream of cum erupted inside her mouth, splashing against her tongue and throat. Claire locked her lips hard around his cock, and her tongue greedily set about the busy work licking him clean.

"Is that enough? Should I save the rest for your….for you?" Chris asked modestly

Claire finished wrangling her tongue around his swollen member and slid her mouth from around him, her lips tightly wrapped around him until his head was free. She quickly sealed her mouth shut and began running her cum covered tongue over the inside of her mouth, coating her teeth and cheeks. Chris watched as her cheeks swelled and fell as her tongue pressed against them from the inside. When she was confident she had touched all areas of her mouth, she started to swish the saliva and jizz mixture around in her mouth like it was mouthwash. As she was swirling the goo around her mouth she noticed his cock was starting to weaken, so she grabbed his spit slicked cock and started jerking him off, ensuring he would not go limp in the interim.

A mighty gulp later and Claire was ready to begin the second treatment. She pivoted on her ass until she was aligned with her kneeling brother, then laid back on the cold marble and spread her legs with her knees high in the air. "Get in here before you go soft again, pansy" she said playfully, hoping the banter would take some of the stress off him. She was nervous, not only because of the toxins but because this would be her first time. With a man, anyway.

Chris met her gaze, breathed deeply and grabbed her hips, lifting her ass of the ground as he moved between her legs. He hobbled forward on his knees until his cock reached her groin. "Uh, little help?" Chris asked, his hands still firmly gripping her hips, lifting her so that only her arms, shoulders and head were touching the ground.

"With what?" Claire asked, confused

"Well, my hands are full and I'm going to need some help getting…hitting the bulls-eye, so to speak"

Claire thought for a second, quipped "And you're supposed to be some sort of hotshot marksman", then reached between her legs and grabbed his slippery cock, carefully guiding it by feel to her pussy. She gave it a little tug and voila his head was inside her. She released his member and returned her arm to a bracing position on the floor.

Now fully positioned and ready to go, Chris began to slowly move his hips forward. Claire could feel him enter her, inch by inch her tight channel expanded to accommodate his blood swollen cock. She was dry, and could already feel the onset of what she could only describe as rope burn in the most unpleasant place imaginable. It was definitely a little thicker than the fingers she was used to having inside her, and had already gotten much deeper than her fingers had ever managed. Soon Chris' groin was pressed against hers, his cock entirely enveloped by her. She could feel his pubes lightly tickling her, and let out a surprised squeal, bringing her hands to her face to cover her mouth. Chris had seen her do this many times before and had always thought it was adorable, but now it just seemed different. Everything seemed different.

Claire closed her eyes and felt his member slowly leaving her. He pulled back until he had almost completely withdrawn from her channel, then asked "So how was that? Depth and size check seemed ok"

"Feels fine, get to work"

"You're not the boss of me" Chris said, knowing that his sister couldn't leave a comment like that alone, deciding to use the situation to its fullest advantage

"Not yet, but if you shoot like you fuck then-ooooph" Claire was interrupted by Chris thrusting himself deep inside her, as deep as he could go. The surprise caused her to gasp, and she felt her tits bounce roughly. She looked up to see her brother smiling

"Fuck you"

"No, sis, fuck you" With that Chris began thrusting back and forth quickly, causing her tits to flop around her chest, jiggling hypnotically. She could feel his balls slapping against her ass, feel her wet cold saliva splatter onto her, trickling down her ass crack. He was grunting now, loudly, bestial. She had heard these sounds from his room at night before, but had always thought he had made them in dreams. Maybe he had. His eyes were closed, a look of concentration on his face again. Claire saw how hard he was working to save her and smiled in spite of herself, happy to be loved.

When he had entered her he had done so slowly because he could feel that she was not ready, the heated contact of a saliva wet cock inside a dry cunt. But it had not taken long for her juices to get flowing, and now he slid in and out with ease. She was wet, sloppy. Maybe the wettest of any girl he'd been with. Is that something to take pride in, he wondered. Way to go clan Redfield, maybe?

Claire had gotten caught up in the moment but now realized that the uncomfortable feeling she had felt when he had first entered her was gone, that now his pounding was delightful. Physically. Mentally, she was still of the opinion that once cured this could be the kind of thing that the siblings would never, ever have to speak of again.

Realizing that time was of the essence, Claire began to gyrate her hips, matching her brother's rhythm. She could still feel his balls slapping against her, but now her own warm juices trickled down her ass. The sensation became too much to bear and Claire let out a moan, arching her back and shuddered slightly. She quickly stuffed several fingers in her mouth as the pleasure passed through her in a wave

Almost in unison, Chris stopped thrusting, contorting his torso slightly and tightening his body, which Claire recognized as signs of imminent release. Claire felt his fluid jut inside her, coating her, filling her. He did a full body shudder, sighed, and slowly began to pull out. Claire positioned her right hand on her pelvis above her pussy, wrapping her fingers around his cock to form a seal. At last his head slid out with a soggy popping sound, and Claire quickly blocked her well hammered hole with her hand, preventing any further leakage. The medicine was in, and she intended that it stay there. She shook her ass back and forward, side to side, hoping to get as much dispersal coverage going as possible.

Noticing that Chris was already starting to go limp, Claire awkwardly rolled over onto her stomach and propped herself up on her left hand and her knees, still using the right as a plug. "What was it you were always telling me when I got in trouble when I was younger? "Next time you try something that foolish I'm going to put my foot in your ass'? Well, now's the time to be putting something else in there, partner"

Chris grabbed his semi-hard cock, now coated in saliva and his sister's pussy juice, and smacked it hard against her ass. "Come on, don't fail me now, private. Ha, double entrandre" Claire remarked as she felt her brother smack his cock against her ass once, twice, three times. Smack smack smack, like trying to knock a cobra unconscious against a water balloon, this plan was not working.

"Um, having some problems getting off the ground here"

"Is there anything I can do on my end" Claire asked, then added "To get you in my end"

"Well, this is going to be a little awkward, but I really like it when Jill talks dirty to me. Even when I'm tired and just want to get to sleep, all she has to do is whip out the sailor tongue and I'm good to go" Chris explained, still managing to get red-faced with embarrassment despite what they'd already done. "If you could give that a try, maybe it'd be helpful"

"Sure, I guess…" Claire said "Any special requests?"

"Surprise me"

"Ok…here goes. Ahem" Claire coughed, clearing her throat. 'Come on daddy, get that thing hard so you can fuck my dirty shit hole or I'm going to eat your balls and piss in your eye sockets"

"Little much. The daddy thing was maybe too much, I liked where you were going with shit hole, but the rest…when this is over, you should seriously consider getting help"

"Ok, round two…" Claire thought for a moment, tapping her middle finger against her asshole. "Alright you huge cock stud, I want you to fuck me like the donkey does in that video I found at your place last time I stayed over. I can still taste your man-gravy, my pussy aches from the hard pounding you gave it, and I want you in my ass. I want you in there now. I'm a dirty whore cumslut, I used to watch you making out and touch myself. I want you cock inside me now, I need it, fill me up. I've never had a man inside my ass, and I want you to be my first"

"Uh, that was good….that donkey video wasn't mine, Forrest must have left it over as a joke. But maybe, just for, uh, you know, fun, you could talk more about it. If you want"

"You sick bas- ok, ok, I'll get right on that…so you can get right on me! Alright alright, I'll stop." Claire chuckled in spite of herself, then started thinking about the video at Chris' place, with the vaguely familiar naked woman and the huge black and pink cock and the river of cum and the "No, no, to hell with that. We're going to try a different track, pervo" Claire said and rolled over onto her back, still strategically covering her groin.

"You're a tit man, that's been established. I've got nice tits, there's no denying it. You are no doubt familiar with the concept of tit-fucking. If that's what it takes, then that's what we're going to do. Saddle up"

"Sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do" Chris declared dejectedly and moved around her, before quickly qoing to his knees and resting his ass on his sisters chest, still bearing most of the weight on his legs. He grabbed a tit with each hands and flopped his flaccid cock between them, then pressed them together around him and moved them slowly up and down from the outside, rubbing her tits against his shaft.

"The other side you idiot, everybody does it from the other side!" Claire shrieked, horrified to be eye to eye with her brother's asshole.

"I'm a unique snowflake, sis, you know that" Chris replied, turning to look at her over his shoulder with a mischievous grin "Now either pipe down back there or make with the dirty talk"

Claire could feel her tits being roughly squeezed and crushed together. She exhaled forcefully in a huff, something she had done on many occasions in the past when she hadn't been able to get what she wanted (like a ride to the mall from her brother).

"So who was the chick from that video anyway? She looked like someone I met before, but I don't know if I've ever met anyone who struck me as willing to suck off a donkey. Especially not in front of a crowd with cameras"

"Someone I work with" Chris responded

"Who? And why?"

"Nevermind. And because she lost a bet." That said, Chris released her tits and got quickly to his feet. As her rose, he spurted a little jizz, which struck Claire in the eye, causing her to gasp and squint painfully "Roll over quick, I don't know how long I can keep this sucker up for!"

Claire abided, yet again hoisting her ass in the air while still covering her womanhood with her right hand. "You did that on purpose you asshole!"

"Sorry babe, no time for pleasantries like before, speed is what matters now" Chris said, grabbing her hips and jamming his rigid cock into her ass, hard, to the hilt.

"OOOOW!" Claire cried out, caught off guard. She had never felt a pain quite so sharp, at least not in so sensitive an area. Surely her ass must have torn, the excruciating fire could not have come without a cost, she thought. Agony was not a term which she would use lightly, but thought maybe now it would be apropos

"You alright? Want me to stop?" Chris asked, his concern showing. "All kidding aside, I really don't want to hurt you"

"It's fine, I can take it, keep going. Don't think I've forgotten about you cumming in my eye either, you're going to pay for that one"

"Heh, it was an accident, I swear"

"Yeah, just like it was an accident when I woke up to you smacking me across the face with your cock while your friends stood by laughing a few years ago. Focus, man, let's get this done, wrapped up. I've got a date with a four hour shower on a continent that isn't 90% ice and penguin shit"

His fears for her safety subdued, Chris thrust into her again. Claire bit her lip, hard, closed her eyes and tried to focus on something else, anything else. Anything other than the jack-hammering her ass was taking, her brother's hard member stretching her beyond reason, forcing his way in and out.

"Uh oh, going soft. Taking compensatory measures" Chris said, and moved one of his hands along her waist, stopping to cup her breast and cling firmly to it, massaging it roughly. With his other hand he grabbed Claire's ponytail, yanked her head back, thrust twice as hard as before.

Claire opened her one semen free eye and found that it had filled with tears. Her head hurt, he was really tugging on her hair. 'It hurts', she thought, 'but it's necessary. The girls he's usually with must like this done, so it's what he's used to. That's fine, I'm tough, I can bear it. And grab that luscious titty meat while you can, soon as this is over you're never seeing the girls again.'

After what felt like hours of searing anal pain but had in fact only been minutes, Chris yelled "Fire in the Hole" and once again tightened up, releasing the last of his jizz into Claire's receptive ass. He hooted loudly, released her tit and hair, and smacked her roughly on the ass. "Done and done. And I mean done!" he hollered as he began to pullout

"Not yet, just stay in for a few minutes. I want to make sure you're empty, and I don't want any serum getting away" Claire said softly, and together they unceremoniously flopped onto their right side, Chris still plugged into her.

Several minutes passed in silence, their heavy, frenzied breathing beginning to slow. Their fast beating hearts began to slow, their sweat glistening bodies began to cool. Chris had his arms wrapped around his sister, signifying nothing now more than the bond they shared in surviving something terrible together.

"Ok, get the hell out, I'm now officially closed for business" Claire said, and moved her left hand to the small of her back in preparation for covering her ass when he pulled out. Not that she used to have a problem with her ass working properly before, but after the pounding it just took she figured better safe than sorry. Chris pulled out and she was ready. Claire rolled over and struggled to her feet without the use of her arms, her hands locked to her privates.

"Quite the show" Alfred said smugly, lunatic smile stretching across his face again. He was sitting u, propped against the bottom of the staircase for support

"Sweet, now I don't have to kill you in your sleep" Chris said, rising now to his feet

"There are a few things I've left out of this sordid tale, such as the equipment required to escape this place and, most importantly, something about the antidote"

"You creep, how long have you been awake!" Claire asked furiously

"Long enough to know your family seems to have a thing for donkey shows. Regardless, the antidote isn't a one-shot cure all, it is rather more like an antibiotic"

"Get to the point Lord Autumn Bottom!" Claire yelled, her patience worn beyond thin

"Well, you're certainly ok…for now. But to be truly safe, to know for 100% certainty that you are not infected, you'll have to be…injected?...with the antidote every 48 hours for 8-10 months." Alfred revealed, his smug smile now more irritating than ever.

"Now, let's make a deal about the getting out of here part, "Alfred began, but was stopped short when Chris shot him in the knee. "Aiiieee" He screamed in a very high-pitched voice and passed out again

Chris and Claire looked at each other, their eyes sweeping up and down each others naked, glistening bodies.

"8-10 months? It's going to be rough, sis, but we've been through tougher spots before"

"It sucks, but it has to be done. Better make it 12 months though, just to be really sure" Claire said, then grabbed Chris' slick cock in her hand and shook it. "But you've got to do something about this little fella, he barely passed muster today"

"I'm not about to stand around and take abuse like this from a one-eyed girl. How about you put on your pants so we can hit the road, you harlot!" Chris joked, attempting to return their relationship to the levity it had once enjoyed

Claire crossed her arms in front of her breasts and opened her semen crusted eye, which stung like hell and was no doubt bloodshot. "Twelve months of this. It'll make for some awkward conversation at the family reunion in the fall, at least"

"12 months, starting next month" Chris said, patting his sister softly on the ass as he did. "Now let's get the hell out of here"