Jill Valentine slept peacefully.  She was snugly cocooned in clean, white sheets, her head cushioned by a large, fluffy pillow.  Medical monitors bleeped softly in the background.  The bed's railings were raised to keep Jill securely in place, she had slept fitfully ever since she had been retrieved from Raccoon City, writhing uncontrollably until a nurse had sedated her.  An IV was fastened to Jill's left arm, providing a steady influx of nutrient.

 Jill groaned softly, frowned in her sleep.  The young woman's brown hair was plastered with sweat, perspiration glistened across her lovely face.  Jill slowly spread her slim legs apart, moaned again when a gush of vaginal fluids splattered over her gown and the sheets underneath her.  Jill arched her back, her stomach shuddering.  A long, gleaming, red leg emerged from Jill's pussy, the limb slipped out dripping slime and blood.  A second skinless leg followed the first, then a third, fourth, fifth, and sixth.  The creature's body slid wetly out of Jill's gaping cunt, covered in fluids and vaginal blood.  It looked like a cat-sized spider, its wiry muscles exposed and glistening.  A slender proboscis slithered from the creature's squat body, tasting the sterilized air.  The creature turned briefly to stroke Jill's blood-soaked legs with its snout before it hopped off the bed and scuttled out of the bedroom.
*****
 

 Emily sat at the observation station filling out paperwork.  She stopped to yawn widely, then took a long drink from her paper cup of coffee.  Licking her lips, Emily resumed filling out forms, unaware of the spider creature scrabbling across the floor towards her.

 The spider thing knocked out the stool from beneath Emily with a powerful leg swipe.  The girl fell heavily onto her butt, her eyes widening in horror when she saw the glistening creature in front of her.  The spider thing aimed its proboscis at Emily and vomited a thick stream of webbing over the girl's mouth.  The webbing hardened instantly, gagging the young nurse.  As Emily struggled to break the blob of white goo over her mouth, the spider creature spewed more webbing across the girl's legs, binding them to the floor.  Frantically, Emily snatched at the webbing trapping her legs, the fibrous strands as strong as wire.  The spider creature crashed into Emily's chest, knocking her onto her back.  More webbing gushed forth, binding Emily's arms above her head, stuck like an insect's wings on fly paper.  Emily screamed into her gooey gag, struggling to break free.  The spider thing perched atop the redhead's belly, pulling open her uniform shirt with two long, thin limbs.  It fastened its proboscis on the girl's right nipple, suckling it like a newborn.  Emily moaned weakly, her nipple hardening reflexively, her breast beginning to ache pleasurably as the creature fed upon it.  A multi-jointed rear leg of the spider creature slipped between Emily's bound legs, raised up her white skirt.  The tip of the leg probed inside Emily's panties, caressed her soft pussy.  Emily moaned softly, her cunt becoming wet as the spider thing stroked her over and over, its snout slurping sharply on her tit.

 When the spider creature had tasted enough of Emily's shivering breast, it rotated around to face her bound legs.  Opening a space between the girl's thighs with two limbs, the spider thing probed Emily's pussy with its proboscis, sucking the juices gleaming over her swollen labia.  Two more limbs pried open Emily's cunt, allowing the spider creature to explore her vagina with its thick snout.  Emily groaned loudly into her gag as she felt the spider thing's tendril enter her cunt hole, throbbing with obscene life, expanding to fill her moist vagina.  The proboscis pumped inside Emily's pussy, glistening with slime and the girl's sticky nectar.  The girl's web-bound body shuddered, her pelvis shook with spasms while the spider squatting on her belly stabbed into her again and again with its long, writhing snout.  The spider creature's proboscis engorged, then released a torrent of foul ichor into Emily's womb.

 The spider thing scrabbled away from the weeping girl, disappearing down the dark hallway.
Emily moaned faintly, bound to the floor, her stomach twisting as something monstrous came to life inside her.
*****
 

 Jill woke up slowly, her vision blurry, a foul taste in her mouth.  She sat up in bed, and immediately noticed the blood-stained sheets and her own gore-soaked legs.

 "No," moaned Jill, weakly climbing out of bed and stumbling to the bathroom.  She fell next to the open toilet, vomiting saliva, her stomach a painful knot.  Cleaning her mouth with a towel, Jill staggered into the shower and turned it on.  The naked woman let the warm water cascade over her, washing the blood and filth from her legs and crotch.  Jill pressed her left palm against the slick tile, raking her right hand through her soaked, short hair.  Jill stepped out of the shower, grabbing a fresh towel and drying herself while she walked back into the bedroom.  Jill stopped in the center of the room, listening.  The hallway outside was too quiet, there wasn't a voice on the intercom, there were no footfalls from passing doctors and nurses.

 Jill went to the closet and opened it.  She found a red t-shirt, black shorts, boots, and clean underwear.  Jill took the clothing and began dressing, dreading what she would find outside.
 

 The hallway was blood-red, illuminated by emergency lights set within the ceiling at intervals.  No one was within sight, only a few empty stretchers sat along with walls.  Jill advanced carefully to the closest nurse station, her hands clenched into tight fists.  The station was empty, papers strewn across the work space, an empty stool rested in the far corner.  Jill knelt on the cold floor, tentatively touched a spot of white that stuck to the tip of her finger.  Webbing.  Jill swallowed apprehensively, remembering her capture by the spiders of Raccoon City's sewers, the warm stickiness she had felt between her thighs after she had awakened.  Jill stood up, brushed off her bare knees, and marched to a fire case.  She opened the case and snatched the heavy axe stored inside.  Hefting her new weapon, Jill left the abandoned station and walked for the nearest staircase.
*****
 

 Sarah whimpered, opening her heavy eyelids.  She couldn't remember how she got here, she had been in bed, sleeping lightly, when something had dropped on top of her and covered her face in something thick and sticky.  Fully awake, Sarah realized she was dangling from a large web, her gown torn to ribbons, her legs spread apart and her wrists bound above her head by strong strands of webbing.  The young girl could turn her head.  She gasped when she saw five other girls trapped with her, unconscious and naked, their legs outspread just like hers.  Sarah tried to scream for help, but webbing covered her mouth, stifling her desperate cries.  The girl screamed again, this time in pure terror, when she saw a huge, skinless spider scuttle up the web towards her.  More spiders scampered around the large examination room, adding to the web, or climbing onto the girls, extending long, slimy snouts to feed on the limp girls' small tits.

 The spider climbing towards Sarah reached her.  It extended its flexible proboscis, wriggling it inside Sarah's fuzzy, blonde pussy.  Sarah whimpered into her gag, her body shivering in its webbed bonds as the spider thing thrust deeply into her vagina.  Sarah closed her eyes tightly when the spider pierced her hymen.  Thin trails of blood ran down the young girl's open legs, staining the webs around her thighs scarlet.  The proboscis inside Sarah's cunnie swelled, pressing against the walls of her vagina.  She moaned, pleasure warming her crotch, her hips unconsciously jerking forward, driving the spider's snout deeper into her once-virgin sex.  Sensual heat filled Sarah's body, her small tits throbbed as the spider creature pumped faster, its tendril growing between her slim thighs until it climaxed, squirting thick milk into the young girl's tiny belly.

 Sarah panted, droplets of sweat falling from her flushed skin.  She watched with glazed eyes as a young spider wriggled out of a pretty nurse's crotch, the woman naked and bound by strings of webbing to the metal examination table below Sarah.
*****
 

 Jill brought the axe down, splattering another spider into a mess of squishy goo.  The stairwell was filled with a network of webs, but it was the only way out of the hospital.  A spider crawled up Jill's right leg, stroked her bare flesh with its wet proboscis.  Jill kicked the creature off of her leg, then swung her axe, chopping the thing in half.  Before more spiders could attack, Jill sliced apart webs with her bloody axe, chopping a path to freedom.
 

 Jill reached the first floor, and gaped at the rows of cocoons lining the walls.  A spider withdrew from one cocoon, its fangs still gleaming with the blood of its victim.  Bile rose in Jill's throat, but she kept it down, racing quickly down a hall towards the front entrance of the hospital.

 The ceiling shattered above Jill, a huge spider creature dropped in front of the young woman, brandishing its oozing proboscis.

 Jill screamed defiantly, chopping the wriggling snout in half with her axe.

 The giant spider screeched in agony, coiling one leg and lashing out at Jill, knocking her off her feet.  Jill crashed to the floor, the air blasted out of her lungs.  She wheezed for breath, darkness covering her as the giant spider creature loomed, fangs gleaming with poison.  While the spider splashed fresh webbing over Jill's luscious legs, the young woman snatched up her fallen axe and slammed it into the monster's head.  Green blood spewed out in a geyser, covering Jill in foulness.  The giant spider thing screamed, its skinless legs quivering.  The monster dove at Jill, fangs aimed at Jill's throat.

 An M4A1 assault rifle roared behind the lunging spider.  The creature exploded as its body was shredded by a long blast of gunfire.  Bits of muscle and flesh fell on Jill.  She wiped gore from her face, wary as a tall man dressed in green combat fatigues strode forward, a still-smoking rifle held up in his right hand.

 "You're a tough one, Valentine," smiled Nicholai Ginovaef, crouching down to offer Jill a hand up.

The End.