“We have too many people to risk taking an un-scouted path,” Azula decided. “Even if it’s slower, it’s bound to be safer. Even so, we should try to find the most direct scenic route possible.” She looked over the map she’d scrawled out. “We should take a little time to hammer out a proper path, along with backup options in case we run into something we don’t want to deal with.” She glanced towards Baroness. “And we’ll need to do something about staying ahead of the Legions at our back.”

Azula had no need to expand on what she meant. Baroness knew. She suspected some of the others in the woman’s little party of advisors knew, too. No one wanted to talk about the cold reality of what was required to survive. Baroness was fine with that. She far preferred being a woman of action, not words. She left Azula to finish planning their slower route, making her way back to the bulk of the Bunker survivors. Just as Azula had recruited her own band of helpers, Baroness had her own. Granted, Baroness’s helpers were less for planning things and more for carrying out whatever less-than-moral acts needed doing.

Baroness found her minions near the outskirts of the group of survivors, performing their assigned duty of protection with a clear sense of boredom. Nena Trinity and Lola made for an interesting pair. Nena was shorter than Lola, with some of her red hair pulled up into ponytails while the rest was left to flow over the backs of her shoulders. Her golden eyes and freckled cheeks gave her a far friendlier appearance than her demeanor. Lola appeared more hostile, even without trying. Tall and lithe with her bleach blonde hair cropped short and styled. Nena’s two-piece tight-fitting bodysuit was alluring, but practical. Lola’s attire amounted to the equivalent of lingerie with a lab coat pulled over her skinny shoulders. The dark mascara under her blue eyes gave her a dangerously seductive appearance that contrasted with her resting bitch face. But despite their visual differences, the pair had a similar smattering of freckles across their cheeks. They also shared a nonchalant and – especially in Lola’s case – gleeful interest in doing bad things.

Pulling her henchwomen aside, making sure they were well out of range of anyone hearing them, Baroness dispensed her orders. “Azula’s decided that slow and steady is the answer,” she relayed. “She thinks it’s the safest choice for the majority of the group. Too bad for the individuals. Find a non-combatant, discreetly. Preferably one that won’t be missed. If the group is to survive, we’ll need a way to keep the horrors at our heels at bay. A well-baited distraction should do nicely.”

The pair nodded their understanding and moved out. Baroness returned to Azula, to see where they were going.

***

Minako Aino made her way through the group of survivors, slowly, checking faces. She’d been so relieved when she’d been briefly reunited with Makoto, happy to see a familiar face even if neither of them had retained their Sailor Scout abilities. But she’d not seen Makoto since before the Bunker attack. There’d been too much chaos to say for sure that her friend hadn’t made it, but she didn’t like the odds. Still, she kept on searching, hoping that Makoto had just been separated enough that they’d simply not spotted each other yet.

“Looking for someone?”

Minako turned to see Nena and her tall counterpart. She’d seen the pair around the Bunker before, always on the move. She didn’t like the blonde much – something creepy in her eyes – but Nena had seemed friendly enough in passing. “My friend, Makoto,” she answered. “I haven’t seen her since the Bunker.”

Nena shared a look with Lola. The women knew exactly what had happened to Makoto. They’d been the ones tasked with making sure she got to Bathory’s lab without incident. Passing that information along to Minako didn’t seem like a wise choice, so Nena spun up a lie. “You know, I think I actually saw her a little while ago.”

“Really?” Minako said, hope in her eyes.

Nena nodded. “Isn’t that right, Lola?”

“Yep,” she agreed, offering Minako the friendliest smile she could manage. It still looked pretty predatory, but Minako was too distracted by the possibility of finding Makoto to notice.

“Can you take me to her?” the neutered Sailor Scout asked.

“Of course,” Nena said with a smile, sidling up next to Minako and hooking an arm through hers. “We’re here to help.”

***

The moment they were far enough away from the rest of the survivors, Lola cracked the butt of her machine pistol across the back of Minako’s head. The long-haired blonde let out a yelp of pain, collapsing into Nena’s waiting arms. Scooping her up, Nena slung the young woman over her shoulder. “This one’s as naïve as her friend was,” she muttered as she continued along.

“Hey, she was right to trust us,” Lola shot back. “We are technically going to reunite her with the other one. In death.”

The pair shared a laugh, making their way further from the group. They started out in the direction of the Bunker before cutting into a parallel route, moving to avoid any notice from the city’s myriad of monsters. When they got far enough out that Minako would work effectively as a means of leading the horde away from the others, they went to work setting up their bait.

Dumping Minako onto the street, Nena and Lola quickly stripped the young woman down to nothing. As Nena shredded Minako’s clothes, fashioning them into makeshift bindings, Lola eyed the naked flesh before her. She dragged her tongue across the bottom of her teeth, resisting the urge – for the moment – to reach out and tickle her fingers through the wild patch of blonde pubes just above Minako’s slit. Nena finished with the bindings and they pulled their victim up, carrying her to a nearby bench. Minako groaned as they pulled her arms and legs apart, stretching her as they tied her down to the bench in about as vulnerable a pose as possible.

Lola shoved the tattered remnants of Minako’s panties into the girl’s mouth. Nena tore off a few strips of duct tape and pressed them across Minako’s lips, trapping the gag in her mouth. Minako gagged on the fabric hard enough to rouse herself back to consciousness. Her eyes snapped open, confused at first but quickly shifting to terror as she looked up at her abductors. She whined into her gag, tugging at the shredded lengths of her clothing. Minako’s minimal muscles flexed, trying to squirm free of her bondage but finding the knots too tight and her range of movement too limited to make any real progress.

Watching the young woman struggling only stirred Lola’s lust more. “We should make sure this bait is nice and juicy,” she purred, moving closer to Minako. Crouching in front of her, she stared into the girl’s wide eyes, drinking in her fear. Her hands moved to Minako’s chest, clutching at her pert breasts. Her thumbs rolled across the girl’s pink nipples, teasing them to stiffness. “Bad news, baby,” she told Minako, letting one hand drop down to her crotch. She tickled the girl’s pubic hair, making good on her initial urge, before moving lower to feel the folds of her cunt. “We finally found a perfect use for you.” She shoved her middle finger up Minako’s snatch, drawing a muffled whine from her.

Lola lowered her head to Minako’s chest, sucking a nipple into her mouth before closing her teeth around the nub. She bit down hard enough to draw an almost impressive yelp from her. Adding a second finger into the girl’s pussy, she pumped her digits swiftly. Looking back into Minako’s tear-filled eyes, Lola moved in closer. “Oh, and about your friend, Makkie,” she purred, leaning in to drag her tongue slowly up Minako’s cheek. “She was dead before those dead fucks even started their attack.” She made sure to catch the look on the blonde’s face as she heard her friend was dead. Her eyes lit up, predatory smile firmly in place as her hand worked harder at Minako’s cunt, getting her wet despite the horrified sadness overwhelming her.

“C’mon, Lola,” Nena pressed. “We can’t hang around here all night.”

“Just a sec,” Lola countered as she remembered what the girl had claimed she’d been back in her real world. “I’ve just gotta finish conquering Venus’s mound over here.” She moved down, burying her face against Minako’s snatch. Her tongue dove deep into her folds, lapping at her juices before moving up to lock her lips around her clit. She gave it a hard suck, flapping her tongue across the bundle of sensitive nerves until Minako was quivering through an unwanted climax. Leaning back, Lola licked her lips clean and got to her feet. “Your sacrifice is appreciated, honey,” she remarked, wiping her sticky fingers clean on Minako’s hair.

Nena fired off a round from her weapon into the air. The gunshot echoed off the walls of the nearby buildings, ensuring that the undead would be drawn to the location. With their task completed, the pair hurried back the way they’d come, not wanting to stick around and risk becoming part of the distraction.

Tears flowed freely down Minako’s cheeks. Her life had been far from pleasant since arriving in the Necropolis, but it had taken so many terrible turns so quickly that her mind struggled to process it all. The pounding in her head from the blow she’d taken didn’t help. Makoto was dead. She’d been sacrificed and trussed up as bait. Sexually assaulted. Left to be zombie chow. She resumed her struggles, desperately trying to work her way free of the bindings Nena had used to tie her to the bench. Her legs ached from the extreme split they’d been forced to maintain. The panties stuffing her mouth became a soggy, saliva-soaked lump of fabric. She wanted to push it free, but the tape kept the underwear in place. She let out a miserable whine as she heard the moan of the first zombie. Turning her head, she saw a sizable group of the things shuffling down the street towards her.

Without the Child’s psychic link, the zombies thought nothing of the convenience of the treat that had been left for them. The first undead man that reached her was drawn to her wet cunt, sheathing his rotting prick inside of the girl. Minako screamed into her gag as she was violated, jerking from side to side but remaining trapped. Her perky breasts jiggled, providing an entertaining show for the dead man raping her. As more of the zombies converged on her, the young blonde found herself the target of even more rancid cocks. They dragged across her flesh, smacked at her flexing fingers, prodded at her tits. One zombie grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back as he looped the hair around his erection, using it as a makeshift masturbatory aid.

Minako’s pussy grew more slick as the undead came into her, leaving her leaking their gooey deposits onto the bench. She shrieked into her gag as one of the living dead sank his teeth into her forearm, ripping away a bloody chunk of meat. Another buried his face against her chest, chomping down on the same nipple Lola had bitten. The zombie chewed with a good deal more enthusiasm, ripping the nub away and swallowing it down. The zombies consumed Minako in small pieces, far more focused on raping the young woman.

With a sharp rip, an undead man managed to peel away the tape covering Minako’s mouth. Before she could shove the wadded up panties out and let loose with a proper scream, the zombie wedged his cock past her lips. The blonde’s eyes bulged as he fucked against her face, forcing the gag further down her throat. The drool-soaked fabric became lodged halfway down her esophagus. She strained to swallow it, but it was too thick and too sticky to manage it. Her eyes bulged, bloodshot and filled with horror, as she stared up at the zombie fucking her face. Her partially eaten and thoroughly fucked body flailed as wildly as it could within her bondage as she choked on her panties.

Minako’s face shifted to a deep red, sweat pouring out of her. Her eyes rolled back, struggles slackening into spastic shudders. As the darkness of death consumed her, she felt the teeth of a zombie start to chew at her cum-stuffed cunt, tearing chunks of sensitive flesh away. The zombie was undeterred by the sudden burst of piss that sprayed across his face as he dined on the young woman’s sex, moving in to chew free a bigger bite to satisfy his hunger. The zombie fucking Minako’s face clutched her head close against his crotch as he came down her clogged throat, leaving the wadded-up panties even more soaked in fluids.

***

Nena and Lola made it back to the group, making their way to where Azula was finishing up the route they’d be taking. Nena gave Baroness a subtle nod, unseen by the others, that told their commander that the task had been completed.

“We can’t stay here much longer,” Nena shared. “We just double-backed to check and the horde’s headed this way.” The lie passed smoothly from her lips. The Baroness had made sure to impart the importance of getting the group moving after Minako’s sacrifice. They couldn’t afford letting anyone notice the girl’s absence too soon.

“We’re as ready as we’ll ever be,” Azula decided, turning to the others. “Get everyone ready to move.”