What's this? A bonus chapter this month featuring a whole buncha random characters meeting their ends, including some suggestions from Gurochan! Enjoy!

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Chapter Forty: Endless Slaughter

What would Citizen Z do?

The thought kept bouncing around Kaya’s head as she looked around her bizarre new surroundings. The revelation that she was no longer on Earth but suspended above it in a cramped orbital platform had inspired the urge to vomit, but she’d kept that urge in check. The grisly mayhem transpiring across the dozens of monitors lining one wall of the tiny satellite didn’t help. The things she saw on the screens, the people and the monsters, looked similar to the world she’d been plucked from, but different enough for Kaya to know she was no longer in her original reality.

The one thing amidst all of the weirdness and terribleness that didn’t make Kaya want to curl herself into a ball and close her eyes until it all went back to normal – or at least, her version of normal – was the only other technology in the observation station. The broadcasting gear looked old, mismatched from the more higher tech gear and high-definition monitors surrounding it, but the glowing light on the transmitter at least told her the thing worked. Looking to the monitors again with a little less queasiness in her belly, Kaya realized she might be able to help.

Dropping into the chair in front of the monitors, the young Innuit woman grabbed the transmitter and hit the button. “Yo, this is Kaya Quite Literally in the Sky-a,” she announced, her usually timid voice replaced with a firmer edge. “Broadcasting live via broadband, lowband, VHF, UHF, SkyNet.” She wasn’t sure if it was true or not, but it was Simon’s mantra, and she’d always liked the sound of it. “If you can hear the sound of my voice, you’ve got a friendly eye in the sky. And I’m going to do anything I can to help you survive.”

Kaya released the button and listened, hoping to hear something. When she didn’t, she started to look over the broadcasting gear more closely, quickly discovering that she had no receiver, no speakers. She could call out. But no one could call in. Looking over the monitors, it didn’t look like anyone was in much of a position to even listen. Her spark of energy dwindled, lips curling into a pouting frown. She pressed the button on the transmitter again. “Hello? Please, if you can hear me, give me some kind of sign.”

Kaya stared at the monitors, hoping for something. Instead, all she saw was endless slaughter.

***

Without Miranda’s leadership or D.Va’s protection, the frontline of survivors at the Bunker’s main entrance suffered badly. The Legions of the Undead pressed in and divided them. One by one, they were picked off.

Jubilation Lee found herself surrounded by a myriad of horrors. The young mutant shifted her extended arms from one target to the next, knocking the creatures back with her pyrotechnic bursts. She cried out as one of the undead abominations grabbed hold of her from behind. As she twisted and turned, trying to throw the man off – very aware of the prodding of his rigid cock against her butt – two more zombies shuffled up from beside her and grabbed her arms. Jubilee screamed and fought as the zombies began a rough game of tug of war on either side of her. Her screams heightened as her shoulders dislocated, twitching fingers flinging off one last blast of fireworks before her limbs were ripped away from her body completely.

Jubilee shrieked as twin geysers of blood gushed from the stumps of her shoulders, weak pops of her pyrotechnic power sparking in the air. She stumbled forward as the zombie holding onto her from behind released her, skin growing deathly pale in moments. Her screams ended with an abrupt crunch as the undead man slammed his fist through the back of her head and into her skull. Her eyes bulged, mouth falling open in a look of dazed horror. The zombie curled his fingers through the spongy mess of Jubilee’s brain, getting a firm grip on the precious organ before ripping a significant chunk of it from her head. The young mutant stumbled forward another half-step before her legs gave out. Her knees hit the ground hard and she rested there for a moment as the crotch of her shorts darkened from her draining bladder. Then she tilted forward, flopping to the ground in a lifeless heap.

After having their prize stolen from them the first time around, the pack of Hell Flyers who’d grabbed up Zafina returned in greater numbers. They swooped and buzzed around Akane Tsunemori, slashing the weapon from her hand quickly to leave her defenseless. Ducking her head low and swinging her fists at the offending creatures, the young woman made an attempt to dart back towards the main hatch. The Hell Flyers ensured she didn’t make it far, digging their claws into her soft flesh and hoisting her into the air. This time, there was enough of them that even if one or two got picked off, they would not drop their sexy prize.

Dribbles of blood and tattered clothing dropped from Akane’s squirming form as the Hell Flyers hastily stripped the woman. After the tease they’d gotten from Zafina, they were quite ready to plunge their throbbing members into her body. It wasn’t until they started attempting it that they realized their greater numbers provided an unforeseen problem. Akane found herself in the middle of a Hell Flyer squabbling match as the creatures thrust into her vulnerable holes and fought for position around her. When it became clear to the winged beasts that there was no solution, they began to jealously pull at Akane, stretching her out between them.

Akane grunted and coughed up a wad of blood as one of the Hell Flyer’s ripped open her belly and rammed his prick into her via the new hole. Another grabbed hold of her right breast and shoved his cock against the underside of it until her flesh tore, allowing him to sink into the warm fat within. A third chewed a chunk from her throat to join the other Hell Flyer already violating her mouth, causing her neck to bulge absurdly. A leg came away, the Hell Flyer who’d procured it folding the limb so he could thrust along the back of her knee. A hand was chewed through at the wrist, twitching fingers forced to jerk off another of the beasts. The gory orgy finally ended Akane’s life as her body gave out completely, shredding into numerous chunks that finally provided the horny Hell Flyers with enough orifices – either natural or monster-made – to satisfy their twisted urges.

With Yoko Littner’s help, Nova Terra had made it onto the rooftop of a nearby building and secured a half-decent sniper’s nest. Yoko spotted for her as she shifted her rifle from one target to the next, taking out as many undead damnations as she could as fast as she could. In their haste to even out the odds, neither of the women noticed the Babymaker crawling its way up a building across from them. Compared to the other monster littering the battlefield, it was small, but in comparison to the crab it resembled, it was on the larger side. Thick, shelled legs tipped with sharp points punched easily into the brick wall as it made its ascent. Its center mass was a good deal squishier than its legs, strongly resembling an oversized phallus with a pair of tiny eye-stocks sprouting from the tip. Those eye-stocks shifted to take aim at the sniper and the barrel-like snout followed after.

The Babymaker’s shaft gave off a throbbing pulse, firing a gooey wad of blackish-green at high velocity. The creature’s aim was just as perfect as Nova’s, unfortunately for the sniper. She hissed as the goo hit her in the neck, more annoyed than hurt. That changed fast as the goo soaked into her skin and started the fast-acting and very fatal gestation of a new life within her. Her sudden scream startled Yoko. Nova’s arms jerked, flinging her rifle off the side of the building. She stared down in horror at her chest, fingers clawing at her suit. “Get it out, get it out, get it – “ Her frantic mantra ended as her chest exploded outwards, spraying Yoko with gory chunks.

Yoko had no time to react as the Spawn Burster sprang from the gaping maw of Nova’s chest and into her face. She screamed as the thing’s six pincer legs punched into the sides of her face, creating a firm, painful grip. The sucker-like mouth sucked at her nose, dozens of razor-sharp teeth chewing away at it. The Burster’s long tail whipped through the air before curling inwards and driving its pointed tip between Yoko’s breasts, cracking through her breastbone and stabbing her with ruthless speed. The gory tip erupted from Yoko’s back briefly before the tail drew back and stabbed again, punching a dozen holes through the woman’s chest before her rapidly dying body fell over the side of the building. Yoko was gone before her tumbling corpse collided with Olivier Armstrong.

Olivier had been in the process of facing down a pair of ravenous Hell Hounds when Yoko’s body hit her. The collision knocked her weapon from her hand and pinned her to the ground for several precious moments, long enough for the beasts to lung towards her. Olivier cried out as fangs dug into her shoulder. She nearly blacked out when the second Hound chomped down between her legs. The Burster clinging to Yoko’s dead face peeled away as it reached the end of its short life cycle and the woman’s corpse was thrown clear of Olivier far too late. The Hell Hounds lifted her into the air between them, twisting and jerking their heads as they fought for the meal. Olivier’s toned belly reached its limit, splitting open and spilling her steaming viscera onto the ground. A moment later, her spine snapped, allowing the Hell Hounds to rip her body in half.

Melpha groaned as the Blow Hunter ravaged her cunt and ass with growing force. As the creature reached his limit and his self-destructive nature was triggered, the woman’s massive breasts provided some means of protection for her. She howled as the Blow Hunter expanded, spikes jutting through her soft mounds of flesh and sending blood and fat splattering over her face. She shuddered against the Blow Hunter, piss draining from her paralyzed cunt from the spike shoved through her spine. She was treated to the sound of the creature’s stretching skin in her final moments, just before the cum-splosion ripped both her and the Blow Hunter apart.

A jagged chunk of spike hit Fiona Belli in the throat. Her eyes bulged, blood gushing from her lips as the impact threw her off her feet and to the ground. Urgent panic spread across her face as she brought her hands up to the spike, clutching at the hot blood gushing out of her. Tears stung her eyes as she tried to pull the spike free, fingers slipping in the blood. Her flailing form didn’t take long to attract a zombie. The undead man dropped down on top of Fiona, tearing away her skirt and tugging her panties to the side so he could plunge into the warm depths of her cunt. The young woman gurgled in protest, but could do nothing as the zombie fucked his way into her. Weakness crept into her as her blood flowed out, soon falling into a listless state, body rocking gently beneath the thrusts of her undead rapist.

The Sorceress flung spell after spell at the rising tide of undead. Her heavy breasts swung as she turned from one direction to the next. She felt frustration rising within her as she found half of her spells completely ineffective against the unholy creatures. She kept on trying, right up to the point that the Impaler’s bony tendril shot into her mouth and down her throat. She gagged, tongue shredded on the jagged length of the appendage. She managed a horrified grunt as the tip of the tendril erupted from her crotch. Her witch’s hat tumbled from her head, allowing her long red hair to spill freely through the air as the massive crustacean pulled her up and towards its hungry maw. The Sorceress squirmed on the segmented tentacle, her suffering growing with each bite the Impaler took from her busty body, chewing her up and swallowing her down like a sexy kabob.

Arlene Sanders managed to blow away two-thirds of the Hell Hounds rushing her down. Her rifle clicked empty just before the third reached her. She muttered a curse that ended in a heavy grunt as the weight of the beast collided with her, knocking her to the ground and sending her spent weapon flying. Her armor kept her chest safe, but it left the lower half of her body woefully undefended. She grimaced with disgust as the Hell Hound’s prick bashed against her crotch, leaving the front of her pants sticky with the beast’s pre-cum. The fabric split and allowed the monster to shove his thick length into her sweaty slit. Arlene cried out, punching against the Hell Hound’s big head in a futile attempt to get it off of her. Her attempt to defend herself only inspired the beast to bite her hand off. She writhed beneath the Hell Hound, firm ass grinding into the ground as the creature’s thrusts picked up speed. As the Hound’s knot swelled within her tight snatch, he lunged forward and buried his fangs into the redhead’s throat, nearly taking her head off in a single bite.

Jessica Albert struggled wildly to pull her hands free from the wads of webbing keeping her arms pinned to the ground. The Flesh Weavers scurried across her body. No matter how hard she twisted her flung herself, she couldn’t throw them free. The arachnids crept over her, using strategic shots of their highly adhesive webbing to rip away her clothing. The Flesh Weavers buried their spinnerets into Jessica’s loins, squirting webbing up her ass and into her vaginal canal. The woman’s face paled, eyes bulging with sickened agony as the small spiders used their firm anchor within her to tear her reproductive system and intestines from her body, dragging the bloody lengths of her innards across the ground until she finally passed out from the shock.

Although the influence of the Necropolis had subdued her esper abilities, Mikoto Misaka still possessed enough strength and confidence to charge into the battle. She unleashed a form of her Railgun ability – weaker but still quite deadly – right into the face of the Hell Hound chewing away at Arlene’s corpse. The explosion of blinding light and charred chunks of meat was spectacular, but it made Mikoto a very clear target in need of elimination. The young woman took no notice of the attention she was drawing as she fired off another blast that transformed a small cloud of Hell Flyers into charred ash.

Psylocke decided to handle the threat personally. She returned to Juliet Starling’s chainsaw, ripping the blade free from the weapon. Imbuing the chainsaw blade with psionic energy, the zombified mutant cocked it back and flung it at Mikoto. The psionic energy – strengthened by the dark forces corrupting Psylocke’s undead body – kept the skilled esper blind to the incoming projectile until the bloody teeth of the chainsaw blade met her neck. Mikoto’s head flew from her shoulders, spinning wildly before smacking to the ground. Her body stumbled about aimlessly, blood gushing from the stump of her neck and flowing across her chest and back. A Hell Flyer swooped in to catch her corpse before it fell, carrying it off to enjoy.

The rippling flesh of the thirty-foot tall female zombie was sickening enough, but it paled in comparison to her methods of attack. Her swollen, hideous face twisted into a look of cruel joy as she clutched Mara Jade’s squirming form in one massive hand. The redheaded Jedi nearly puked when the giant lowered her between her thick legs, giving her an unobstructed view of the creature’s swollen, leaking labial folds. She did puke when the musky stench of the giant’s arousal hit her. She was still hacking up chunks of vomit as the huge creature shoved Mara’s head inside her sex. Damp cunt lips slid across her face and soaked her hair, cool flesh squeezing appreciatively around her. The female Zombie Factory let out a deep laugh as she wedged Mara’s flailing body deeper inside her, using the Jedi as a human-sized dildo.

Mara’s already nightmarish experience grew worse as the giant rammed her halfway up her clenching cunt. A flood of juices poured over her, soaking her thoroughly and triggering another series of dry heaves. The survivors not too busy trying to keep themselves alive were treated to the disturbing sight of Mara’s legs kicking out from the giant’s crotch, slowly sinking upwards as the Zombie Factory clenched her inner muscles and drew the woman deeper inside her. Mara was half-smothered and very nearly crushed as she was pulled through the giant’s cervix and deposited into her womb. She beat against the fleshy walls of her sickening prison, reaching out with everything she had for even a hint of the Force but finding no signs of the unifying energy.

The air within the Zombie Factory’s womb grew putrid and stale as the sac filled with fluids. It wasn’t long before Mara was swimming in the embryonic juices. Her struggles grew frantic as her chest burned from lack of air. The last of her oxygen escaped her lips in a flurry of bubbles and she sucked down her first gulp of the fluid a moment later. Her body floated lifelessly within the giant’s womb, awaiting reanimation. When it came, Mara would experience a second birth, depositing her gooey body back into the world to serve the Legions of the Undead.

Rushing in to try to defeat the Deathscythe before he could reach the bunker’s entrance proved to be a fatal choice for Camilla. The thing looked more or less like any other zombie, with the exception of his right arm. The limb was mutated into a bone-blade that stretched nearly to the ground. Unleashing a magical attack on the monster, Camilla discovered – much like the Sorceress had – that some skills simply had no effect on some creatures. The revelation shocked her. Enough so that she didn’t have time to get clear of the Deathsythe’s counter-attack. The bone-blade slashed down on her with blinding speed. Camilla’s body snapped rigid, wide eyes staring into the gruesome face of her murderer. One eye rolled back while the other rolled down. Her clothing peeled apart from the seam cut through her body, exposing her bare flesh to the Deathsycthe. The creature far preferred what came next, as the two halves of Camilla’s body separated, dropping away from one another and crumbling to the ground at his feet.

Kimberly Hart rushed for the bunker’s main entrance, determined to lend whatever assistance she could to the fight, regardless of whether or not she could call on the power of Zordon to assist her. In her haste, she nearly didn’t notice Bathory. If she’d passed the sadistic doctor by, she’d have lived a little longer – not much, though. “Hey,” she called, drawing Bathory’s attention. “You’re supposed to be working on a way to defeat these things. Why aren’t you in your lab?”

Bathory grimaced behind her medical mask. She offered Kim no response as she tried to move past the young woman. Her anger spiked as Kim grabbed her by the arm.

“Don’t ignore me,” Kimberly pressed. “Are you trying to sneak out of here or something?” She shook her head. “No way. No way do you get to cut and run when the rest of us are dying trying to save this place.” She turned to call out to a nearby group of survivors.

Bathory decided that cutting and running was exactly the proper course of action. Sliding a scalpel into her hand, she brought her arm up and made a quick slash across Kim’s throat before the woman could draw any attention to them. Kim’s eyes bulged as hot blood flowed down her chest. Bathory purred with delight, pressing her latest victim into the wall. “So sorry,” she mockingly hissed. “But you brought this on yourself.” The sight of Kimberly’s blood stirred Bathory’s bloodlust. She tugged down her mask and leaned in, wiggling her tongue against the gash and grinding her crotch against the young woman’s thigh as she held her in her final moments.

In the rising chaos surrounding them, no one noticed the murder.

Commander Shepard handled the disorientation of sudden teleportation in stride. The sudden transition from one universe to another plopped her right into the middle of the ongoing battle taking place outside the Bunker. Shepard had no idea what was going on or what fresh hell the Big Man looming before her was, but as the obese zombie’s belly split open to allow his animated intestines to slither towards her, she knew it was a threat in need of dispatching. Unclipping a grenade from her belt, she activated the explosive device and chucked it into the gaping maw before her. “Swallow this,” she muttered, unable to keep the hint of a smirk from her face.

The Big Man exploded, showering Shepard in chunks of gore and – far worse – the built up stomach acids the creature had been producing. Her smirk transformed into a look of agonized terror as her skin burned. Her armor sizzled and deteriorated, falling in smoking chunks around her. She screamed, watching the flesh dripping from her hands and her breasts melting away. Her feet sank into the pool of digestive juices, spreading out into reddish pools. The tough warrior became a disgraceful sobbing wreck as her body dissolved into a puddle of indecipherable slop.

Shih-na screamed as the zombie clinging to her back plunged his throbbing prick up her ass. Shepard’s sudden appearance and equally sudden death had provided just enough of a distraction to allow the undead man to get the jump on her. She stretched out her arm, fingers desperately clawing for the gun she’d dropped as she’d fallen. She screamed again as the zombie’s teeth dug into her shoulder, chewing away a bloody chunk of meat. A chill ran through her as the bite – and what it would lead to – registered in her mind. Straining even harder, Shih-na managed to grab her pistol. “Not like that,” she whimpered, pulling the barrel of the weapon under her chin and squeezing the trigger without hesitation. The top of her head exploded, spraying her brains out. She slumped into a lightly twitching husk as the zombie continued to plunder her tight ass.

Shih-na’s anal violation had been painfully, but it couldn’t hope to compare to the shameful agony Nero Claudius felt as the Undead Man-Horse plunged his stallion-esque prick into her broken cunt. Her stomach distended obscenely as the flat cockhead pounded ever deeper into her body. Her legs kicked out weakly, in too much pain to put up much of a struggle. She blinked the tears from her eyes, reaching up to paw at the slick flesh of the Man-Horse’s underside. A rolling, grunting gurgle rushed up her throat as yet another buck of the cock sent the massive member exploding from just beneath her ribs. The twitching member slid through her cleavage, spraying the underside of her chin with creamy spunk as the woman shuddered into death on the huge prick.

Savoring the ecstasy of release as he felt Nero dying around his member, the Man-Horse let out a triumphant cry, twisting his lancer-like arm through Celes Chere’s gut as he hefted her squirming form into the air. Pulling his arm back, he drew the dying young woman towards him, allowing her to rest atop the horse-like lower portion of his abomination of a form. The fused flesh of horse and man was seamless, creating the sickest kind of conjoined not-twins. Keeping his lance arm skewered through Celes’ body, he used his more normal hand to tear through her skirt and pull her trembling snatch onto his more human-like member. The Man-Horse cackled into Celes’ slackening face as he enjoyed the feeling of two sexy victims stuffed onto each of his cocks.

The Flesh Weaver Brood Mother snatched up Sabine Wren, carrying the young woman up the side of a building as she shredded the clothing from her body. Sabine groaned, face constricting with pained horror as the giant spider’s proboscis pushed violently up her asshole. The battle had disturbed the Flesh Weaver nest, necessitating defense and a rapid migration. The Brood Mother pumped her proboscis up Sabine’s rear, squeezing eggs into her intestinal tract. The short-haired woman groaned in disgust as her slender belly began to distend, lumpy bulges pressing against her skin as she grew bloated with the unhatched offspring of the terrible arachnid.

“Sabine!” Hera Syndulla called out as she saw what was happening to her friend. The green-skinned Twi’lek lifted her blaster and fired rapidly into the Brood Mother’s swollen backside. The giant spider released a pained shriek, proboscis yanking free from Sabine’s stretched anus and flinging a few more eggs into the air. The Brood Mother’s hold on Sabine loosened, allowing the woman to slip free. Hera darted forward, dropping her blaster and catching Sabine as she fell. The two collapsed to the ground but didn’t stay there for long. Hera helped Sabine to her feet. “What did it do to you?” she asked, helplessly staring at her friend’s bulging gut.

Sabine groaned, clutching her hands to her belly, obscenely pregnant with the Brood Mother’s many children. Her stomach lurched as the eggs began to hatch within her. Her eyes widened, cheeks ballooning out before expelling two baby Flesh Weavers. She had enough presence of mind to shove Hera away from her before any of the little nightmares could attack the Twi’lek. She stumbled back, leaning against the side of the building, pain consuming her as the Flesh Weavers devoured her from within. She slid down the wall, landing on her aching, spider-leaking ass. As her vision faded, she caught sight of Hera’s concerned face just before a Hell Flyer swooped down to rip it from the Twi’lek’s body.

Sabine’s corpse collapsed in on itself as the Flesh Weavers spilled out of her, leaving behind little more than loose flaps of skin clinging to meatless bones. The horde of tiny spiders got their bearings fast, making a hasty retreat from the heat of battle. It was just bad luck that Kat Weber, Amanda Jones, and Hannah Duffy were in their way. The trio closed in together, startled by the sea of spiders they suddenly found themselves standing in. A few of the more aggressive hatchlings attacked, springing onto the women and spraying their webbing onto them. People who knew them had said that Kat, Amanda, and Hannah were inseparable. The Flesh Weavers ensured that they were quite literally that, pulling them into a tight embrace with one another. The young women’s sobs became desperate gasps for air as the webbing surrounding their bodies tightened. Their feet tangled together and they tipped over onto the ground, a writhing threesome of rapidly suffocating flesh.

Cassie Cage pressed a hand to the gash on her arm. As far as wounds went, she’d had worse, but the mounting chaos outside had shaken her confidence enough to do the sane thing and try to find some medical assistance. The hall to Bathory’s lab was deserted. Not surprising with the primary focus of the survivors either being defending the main hatch or hunkering down. And there weren’t many wounded making it back inside to bother the doctor. She pounded her fist on the lab’s hatch. “You better be ready with that good shit, Doc,” she called as she forced the passage open and moved inside. “Cuz the way things are looking, I’m ready to get all kinds of high.”

Cassie’s brow furrowed with confusion as she entered the lab, seeing no sign of Bathory. She did see the evidence of a bloody fight. Moving further into the lab, she heard a soft beeping coming from the terminal Bathory had set up for herself. Cassie made her way over to the computer, hoping it might be able to shed some light on what had happened and where their doctor had fucked off to. Instead, all it showed her was a timer ticking its way towards zero.

3… 2…

“Oh, you gotta be fuckin’ kidd – “

The explosion ripped Cassie apart before she had a chance to finish her statement. A plume of fire escaped the open hatch and blackened the walls of the hall beyond as the reverberations of the blast sent a shudder throughout the entirety of the Bunker.

***

The apartment building’s sub-basement was far from the most luxurious of locations, but it was far enough from the Bunker to be safe – safe-ish – from the onslaught of horrors ravaging the place. “And who knows?” Bathory remarked with an amused appraisal of her new surroundings. “With a few fashionable touches, this place could truly feel like home. Wouldn’t you agree?” She turned to Nancy Callahan – just coming around from the sedative she’d been given – and grinned behind her medical mask.

Taking the time to acquire a fresh specimen during her escape from the Bunker hadn’t been the wisest course of action, but after the sweet but oh so brief pleasure she’d taken from snuffing out Kimberly, she’d known she couldn’t walk away without taking a treat for the road. She ran her gloved fingers over the blonde stripper’s large breasts, tickling at her nipples. Nancy yelled into the dirty rag gagging her mouth, jerking from side to side on the wooden table Bathory had tied her to.

“Yes, I know,” Bathory nodded. “But I’m working on kind of a budget here. Don’t worry. I still have enough tools to make your suffering into an exquisite symphony.” Drawing a scalpel, Bathory leaned over Nancy and touched the blade to her collar bone. She gave the stripper a sympathetic shrug. “No anesthetic, I’m afraid. But you look like a strong Aryan woman. You will endure.”

Nancy screamed into her gag as Bathory began to carve into her.