***

The human-sized mosquito-thing buzzed angrily as it dropped onto Katara, hoisting her flailing form into the air. Its long black legs were covered in loose, fleshy sacs, and ended in sucker-like proboscises. As if that weren’t enough, a double-tipped stinger curled out from its rear. Its bulging multi-lensed eyes stared into the woman’s terrified face with no sign of emotion as it carried her ten or so feet into the air before letting her drop. Katara shrieked as she fell, hitting the ground flat on her back. Pain shot up her bruised spine, leaving her to groan weakly as the Buzzer moved down over her again. This time, it was uninterested in scooping her up. Now that she was relatively immobilized and stunned, the insect descended upon her ready to harvest.

Hovering over Katara, the Buzzer curved its rear forward, ramming its twin-tipped proboscis-tail between her legs, piercing through the cloth and plunging up her cunt and ass. She screamed into the insect’s face, flinging flecks of saliva across its hideous head. The Buzzer responded by jamming two of its legs through her tits, piercing her nipples and burying several inches into the warm fat of the fleshy mounds. Pain streaked through Katara’s head, the sounds of her screams abruptly cut off as her ears were pierced by a second set of proboscis-feet. The Buzzer chittered happily before pushing its final set of legs through the woman’s bulging eyes, leaving her deaf and blind as her harvesting commenced. The fluid sacs lining the Buzzer’s legs and tail began to inflate as the eight proboscises pumped steadily, slurping up the woman’s various fluids. Katara shuddered and screamed, her flesh growing pale as her blood was sucked away.

The Buzzer took its time feeding off the woman, draining away ever last drop of tasty juice contained within her. By the time its now far heavier form returned to the air, Katara was a withered husk, vacant pits for eyes and mouth hanging open loosely. The insect left the used-up meal behind to make its way back to its nest so it could properly process the fluids it had taken from her. Shortly after, a zombie happened upon Katara’s remains and had a frustrating time attempting to wedge his prick into her dried-up holes.

***

The Dark Magician Girl released a startled yell as she found herself suddenly appearing in the Necropolis about twenty feet in the air. She dropped swiftly, arms and legs flailing about. Looking down, her confused horror grew as she spotted the oversized, bloated living corpse of a man directly beneath her. Unable to shift the angle of her decent, the young woman dropped onto the Big Man, legs sliding over his greasy shoulders as she straddled his small head, mashing her crotch up against his face. The Big Man was just as surprised as she was by her sudden appearance and even more by her placement. He had not fed orally since his grotesque mutation had taken place, but the instinct remained. Sucking in the musk of her sex through her panties, he stretched his mouth open and took as big a bite as he was capable of.

The Dark Magician Girl screamed as her clit and a portion of her labial folds were viciously chewed away. She rolled backwards, flopping off of her perch and thudding to the ground before the Big Man. The obese zombie chewed messily at the chunk of cunt-meat he’d taken, resisting the urge to swallow as he savored the explosion of taste across his seldom used taste buds. His distraction allowed the Dark Magician Girl to pull herself up and scramble away from the nightmare being, limping and leaking blood in her wake. The burning agony radiating through her loins was more intense than anything she’d felt before. She clamped a hand over her bleeding snatch as she searched for someplace to hide. Her mind grew hazy, cheeks flushing, as the infectious wound went to work on her. When she stopped to catch her breath, she absently realized she’d gone from clutching at her wounded cunt to fingering the ragged wound. The feeling of her fingers rubbing against the torn skin felt nice, so she kept at it. By the time the Big Man caught back up to her, the Dark Magician Girl had fully turned, tearing at her clothing to start rubbing her tits and thrusting her bloody pussy up against her messy fingers.

***

Between all the horrors she’d seen before she’d arrived in the Necropolis and all the horrors she’d seen after, Ruby Rose had thought she was properly desensitized to death and violence. The unexpected discovery of her sister Yang’s chewed, partially dismembered, and clearly abused corpse proved to be too much for her overtaxed mind. She stumbled towards the body, staring down at it blankly, mind shutting down and locking up. The numbness spreading through her kept her from being able to even work up a tear for her sister. All she could do was stare at the body and drift aimlessly into a dark mental void.

The pack of zombies drawn to Ruby weren’t burdened with grief, only a lustful hunger. They closed in around the woman with comical ease. Their rough hands snagging hold of her and pulling her into their midst was enough to snap her out of the reverie she’d been sucked into, but by then it was far too late to do anything to save herself. Stretched out before the ravenous pack, her clothing was stripped away. She gagged around a stiff zombie prick as it was forced down her throat, groaning as another angled up into her ass. With a hard snap, her right arm was dislocated, twitching fingers forced around the girth of another eager zombie. The pain and humiliation of her multiple violations was soon accompanied by the agony of pieces being ripped and chewed from her flailing form. Ruby became the centerpiece of an excited rape-feast, but even she could not attend to all of the undead present. Those unable to squeeze in to get a piece of her turned their attention to what remained of Yang, dropping down around her to pick at her scraps and sheath themselves through her holes.

***

Tani Rey was more than a little surprised to find herself suddenly immersed in water. She kicked hard, swimming upwards to break the surface. Blinking the water from her eyes, she squinted out at her surroundings, looking over the sprawling city before her on the coast of the bay she’d been ported into. Utterly confused by what had taken control of her life, Tani could only focus on one thing in the moment. Swimming to shore. At the very least, it would give her some time to settle the frantic thoughts running through her mind and try to piece together what had actually happened. Even from a distance, the city before her looked absolutely fucked. Wherever she was, it was far from a happy place.

Tani was about halfway to the closest shoreline when an unexpected wave sloshed over her from behind. A powerful current caught her, drawing her backwards. Tilting her head around, she screamed into the water as her eyes fixed on the gaping maw of the Doom Whale rushing up from behind her. She kicked her legs and waved her arms harder, straining her muscles as she fought with everything she had to get away from the advancing predator. The Doom Whale continued its trajectory towards the woman, not even bothering to employ its many tendrils to snare her. Keeping its mouth open, it sucked inwards, drawing gallons of water into its gullet and filtering it back out. A shadow passed over Tani as she was drawn into the massive beast’s mouth. “No, no, no,” she gasped, tears blending with the water covering her face as she made a last desperate effort to swim free only to have the Doom Whale’s mouth snap shut around her.

Doused in darkness, Tani’s body was flipped end over end as the beast forced her to the back of its throat. Fleshy walls closed in around her as she was dragged into the huge esophagus, squeezed through a tight passage before plopping into a gooey cavity. Choking on the stale air within the Doom Whale’s stomach, Tani twisted and flopped about, searching blindly for some means of escape as the creature sank below the surface of the water. The stomach clenched around the woman, extruding digestive juices over her soggy form as it began to work away at her. The Doom Whale resumed its leisurely patrol of the bay as the intense struggling in the pit of its belly settled down, steadily processing Tani’s body into a thoroughly digested slop that would eventually become a spurt of watery feces.

***

Regina gasped as Bathory sank the needle into her arm, injecting a fresh dose of euphoria into her veins. The perpetual heroin high she was being kept in made it a lot easier for her to accept the ropes binding her wrists and ankles to the post of the bed. It even allowed her to find some degree of enjoyment when the wicked doctor raped her. It was hard for her to piece together any form of coherent thoughts, but for some reason, the word rain kept rolling about her head. Her captor wasn’t a fan of rain. Personally, Regina didn’t see what the big deal was. Left bound in a prone position and terribly parched, she’d have killed to feel a nice, soothing rain on her skin. She could only babble incoherently when she tried to ask her malicious abuser why she’d become the drug-addicted subject of her twisted games. After a while, she gave up on it completely, simply lying across the badly stained mattress, waiting for her next hit of heroin and writhing pleasantly when Bathory decided to eat her out.

Drawn from a light doze, Regina let out a wail as the agony of withdrawal hit her. She could hear the crackle of a radio somewhere close, a distorted voice. She rolled her head around and saw Bathory seated at a desk, leaning over the radio, listening. Regina’s eyes blinked slowly, drooling over herself as she fought to understand what was happening. Her eyes slipped closed again and the next time she worked up the strength to open them she found Bathory leaning over her, a devious grin plastered over her face. The dull words echoed in her head. She missed most of them, but she caught something about leaving. Something about herself being nothing more than used up trash. Bathory did Regina the service of shooting her up one last time before clicking on the vibrator she’d found in the little apartment. Bathory slotted the buzzing sex toy up her plaything’s cunt and gathered the few belongings she’d collected worth a damn before slipping out of the little hideout she’d been staying in since her arrival in the Necropolis, eager to seek out this apparent Bunker of survivors. Regina groaned pathetically, lightly humping the vibrator as she road the drug high, abandoned to succumb to the ravages of withdrawal and dehydration over the next several days.

***

Liara T’Soni had done her best to make Ashley’s sacrifice mean something, but the Necropolis was not a fan of redemption. After escaping the blob, she’d managed to keep herself reasonably safe as she’d picked her way through the infested city. The need for food had drawn her into the grocery store, hunger eating away at her, blinding her to potential dangers. She’d done her best to keep a low profile and stay quiet, but the Seamstress had spotted her the moment she’d crept into the store, stalking her from the shadows as it crept across the ceiling, waiting for the perfect chance to strike. The asari was caught unaware, snared within the Seamstress’s extruded webbing. She tried to flee, only to have the webbing yank her legs out from under her. Her screaming form was hauled into the air, dangling upside down as the Seamstress lowered itself into place before her.

Taking hold of Liara in its sharp legs, it spun the blue-skinned alien, spraying layers of webbing over her body. The woman’s screams were muffled as a sticky wad of the stuff crossed her face. The Seamstress worked speedily. It, too, was quite hungry. Liara became a human-shaped webbing cocoon in a matter of minutes, squirming uselessly at the end of the line of web anchoring her to the ceiling. Trapped within the cocoon, Liara strained to breathe as the webbing pressed in on her from all sides. She could feel herself continuing to turn, extra webbing being layered around her, increasing the compression within. The sound of popping bones and shifting organs could be heard as the pressure became too much for the asari’s body to contend with. Her bulging eyes popped free from their sockets as her head collapsed in on itself, bones pulverized into chalky paste. The humanoid shape of the cocoon shifted into a less distinct bulge of crushed meat and fluids. With its meal prepared, the Seamstress vomited up a stream of digestive fluids over the pale white shroud, softening it for easier consumption.

***

The observation satellite reeked with the pungent aroma of puke. Kaya’s face glistened with tears and sweat. She was no longer sure she wanted to be saved, not if it meant having to set foot in the nightmare of a world on the world below. She’d thought she’d seen terrible things in her time sitting in the satellite. The montage she’d just been forced to witness had stripped away all but the barest threads of her sanity. She no longer possessed the ability to cry and her body refused to let her puke again. The notion of laughing was strong, but she fought that off with everything she had left, knowing that if she gave in, she’d never stop and her mind would be gone for good.

The monitors clicked off again and she prayed that they would never come back on.

Disappointed again, Kaya groaned as the screens flashed. The myriad of disturbing imagery was gone, replaced by numerous angles on two specific locations. The airport and the Bunker. Two stages set for the finale rapidly approaching. Kaya leaned back in her seat, staring at the screens with very tired eyes, unaware of the soft chuckle easing past her lips.