Zarya flexed her muscles around the pair of squirming captives she had under her arms, hauling them along in the direction of Bathory and Harley’s apartment hideaway. Rayne strolled along beside her, eyes occasionally turning to fix on the lively blood bags. She ran her tongue along her lips and fangs, her lobotomized brain wavering between Bathory’s control and her desire to feed. It was a battle she was gradually losing, mouth salivating more with each step she took. The bizarre behavior of the mutant zombies that had captured them aside, Samus and Kara knew that wherever they were being brought, nothing good would come of it. But Zarya’s undead muscles seemed to show no signs of fatigue, remaining flexed around them and limiting their range of movement down to the most meager of wiggling.

Then the barrier came down.

The mutant zombies took no notice of the change, Zarya too focused on delivering her cargo and Rayne too busy trying to decide which of the morsels would be the tastiest. The unblemished rays of morning sunlight fell across the foursome. Kara let out a shocked gasp that bordered on orgasmic as the sun soaked into her body, giving her Kryptonian powers a much needed charge. It wasn’t long before she had enough strength to properly struggle against Zarya. A few moments more and she was on the verge of breaking free. Her captive’s surprising strength shifted Zarya’s focus. In order to try to secure the woman fighting free, her dull, rotting brain decided to release Samus and close Kara into a bearhug. With the full might of Supergirl restored, Kara broke free from the iron-like grip with ease.

Rayne let out a shriek and leapt onto Kara’s back, using the woman’s escape as a convenient excuse to begin her feast. Baring her fangs, her head lunged forward, burying her mouth against the side of Supergirl’s throat and biting down with the force of a rabid pit bull. Against her victim’s sun-charged, nearly impenetrable skin, Rayne’s sharp fangs shattered. The zombified dhampir howled in agony as twin streaks of pain shot up through her mouth, dark blood gushing out over Kara’s neck. Rayne’s attempt to bite her pushed Supergirl beyond the limits of what she could take. With her powers nearly fully restored, her fury was unstoppable and deadly.

Bringing her fist up, Kara smashed her knuckles into Rayne’s face, crushing her nose flat and sending several more of her teeth down her throat. She spun, bringing the mutant zombie off her back and throwing her to the ground. A scream of anger rolled up her throat as she dropped over Rayne, taking turns pounding her fists into the undead woman’s increasingly disfigured face. Rayne fought back with jerking movements, attempting to jam her arm-blades into Kara’s sides, only to have them crack against her attacker’s resilient skin. With a wet cracking, Rayne’s face caved in under Supergirl’s assault. Her arms dropped to her sides, jerking as she dug the heels of her boots into the street and bucked her hips up against Kara’s crotch. Kara kept punching, knowing she would not be satisfied until the mutant zombie’s head was fully destroyed.

Irritated by the sudden turn of events, Zarya lifted her cannon-arm at Kara’s back, determined to regain control of her captives. Although it didn’t look like Kara needed much help, Samus had no intention of sitting on the sidelines and watching the show unfold. She fumbled with the lightsaber hilt, making sure the exit port was aimed away from her, and thumbed the button. Her eyes lit up as a glowing yellow blade erupted from one end of the weapon, a cold smirk filling her face as she shifted her line of sight to Zarya. She stepped beside the muscular mutant zombie and brought the scorching heat of the lightsaber blade down over her forearm, cleaving through the thick meat and the solid metal fused into it with ease. The disarming strike coincided with Zarya attempting to fire the cannon. The sudden damage caused the weapon to explode. The fiery force threw Samus back, tumbling onto her back and rolling. She jutted the lightsaber out to her side as the momentum of the blast carried her along, keeping herself from being diced up by the blade.

Being the source of the explosion and too beefy to be thrown, Zarya took the full brunt of the explosion. It ripped the remainder of her cannon-bearing arm away and scorched her chest and face. She backpedaled from the blast, firm breasts swelling as the fat within them was brought to a near boiling temperature even as the flesh grew charred. The damage wasn’t enough to kill her, but it left her stunned and in desperate need of time to recover.

Finished with Rayne, Kara rose to her feet and turned towards Zarya. Her eyes flashed red as she gathered scorching heat within them, unleashing it with another rage-filled scream. The heat beams shot towards Zarya, burning into her half-blinded eyes. Supergirl stomped towards the shuddering lump of muscles, grabbing hold of the sides of her head as she bored her heat vision into Zarya’s skull. The mutant zombie’s brain withered and melted under the intense burning of Kara’s beams, dribbling in gooey lines from her ears and nose. Supergirl waited until the thick body finally dropped away from her before she finally cut her attack.

Panting heavily, Kara looked down at what she’d done. The satisfaction she felt at the results of the brutal attack scared her. She closed her eyes and focused on steadying her breathing, on bottling up the pure hatred that the Necropolis had inspired in her.

Samus was less concerned about Kara’s mental well-being. A good bit of murderous rage once in a while did a person good, as far as she was concerned. And if anything deserved a murderous rage, it was the denizens of the Necropolis. She was far more curious about what had happened to remove the barrier and what it meant for their chances of long-term survival.

***

“They broke my toys!” Harley pouted, pounding her clenched fists against the tops of her thighs as she stared at the screens filled with static.

“They broke our toys,” Bathory corrected, just as angry as her partner, but containing it just a little better. She dragged deep lines through the top of the desk with one of her scalpels, resisting the urge to jam it through one of Harley’s eyes. Her companion wasn’t making it easy for her.

“First Red, now Muscles!” she whined. “Why do they all leave me?” She turned and stared at Bathory with annoyed frustration. “Is it me? Am I just that unlovable?”

Bathory chose not to answer the question. Partially because the question was utterly insane, mostly because she knew her answer would only send Harley into an even more irritating tailspin. She decided to change the topic of conversation. “They were supposed to be the start of our army. What do we do now?”

The prospect of making a new toy was enough to shift Harley’s mood. “We make more! Duh!”

“With what materials?” Bathory snapped, her fingers tightening around the scalpel. I can think of someone who could make a good drooling corpse, she thought. “I don’t know if you noticed, but that dead city out there is looking more and more dead by the minute.”

“So attendance is a little down at the moment,” Harley argued. “That doesn’t mean it’s over. This is the carnival that never closes, sugar. We just have to be patient and what for some new guests to arrive.”

Bathory rose to her feet, scalpel trembling in her grip. “Well, they’re not just going to come walking through our door, are they?”

The door opened.

The life sign readings had guided Susan and Rebecca to the apartment complex. The raised voices had led them right to Bathory and Harley’s hideout. The argument ended as the pair entered the room. The two blondes made for a bizarre sight, with the one dressed in little more than a heavily bloodstained lab coat and the other looking like some kind of jester.

Bathory dropped the scalpel down to her side quickly, keeping it hidden. I guess it’s good I never got around to fixing that lock on the door, she thought, conjuring a look of relief to show the new arrivals. “Thank god, we thought we were going to die in here,” she gasped. “We’ve been hiding in here for days.”

Bathory’s attempt to play herself off as a scared survivor was far from her best performance. The macabre totem made of Nancy’s pilfered face and chest skin made it even more unconvincing. Susan wasn’t sure who the pair of maniacs were, but it was obvious they were deadly trouble. She moved in front of Rebecca, raising an invisible force field bubble around them to ensure their safety. “Stay where you are! You’re both under arrest for violating Code 2 of the MVA lawbook, committing multi-versal murder. Discard whatever weapons you might have and move up against the wall!”

Harley lifted a confused eyebrow at the woman. “Is this some kinda joke? I’m usually pretty good at spotting jokes.”

“This isn’t a joke,” Susan yelled. “As an agent of the MVA, I’m placing you into custody! Now, against the damn wall!”

Rebecca drew her pistol, not bothering with being stealthy about it. Susan would assume she was simply arming herself to back her up and secure the prisoners. She lifted the weapon, leaving the barrel an inch or so away from the back of her partner’s head, before squeezing the trigger. The round blasted through Susan’s head, sneezing her brains from her forehead before it was flattened into a useless chunk of lead against the invisible barrier now smeared with gore. Susan remained standing for a few moments, face shifting into a look of shocked slackness before she and her force field fell. The chunky slop of her brain matter splattered across the floor as her corpse thudded into a heap.

Harley burst out laughing. “Now, that’s a joke!”

“Now that it’s just us multi-versal murderers in the room, allow me to introduce myself,” Rebecca said as she stepped over Susan’s twitching husk. She extended her hand to Bathory. “Rebecca Chambers. Double-agent for the Conglomeration of Eternal Disharmony.”

More than a little confused by the rapid shifting of events taking place around her, Bathory decided to pocket her scalpel and shake Rebecca’s hand. “I have no idea what all these things are,” she admitted. “But I do like the sound of eternal disharmony.”

Rebecca smirked. “I thought you might. My employers are always on the look out for new recruits who might lend their talents to their goals. And you two look like very good recruits.”

Harley shrugged. “Fuck it, I’m always up for a party. Besides, this place is dead.”

“I agree with my mouthy companion,” Bathory said. “My experiments here have been nothing short of infuriating. How am I meant to perform miracles of mad science in a place like this?”

“Oh, you’re gonna love the CED,” Rebecca chuckled, sliding a hand down the back of her pants to work the butt plug loose from her rear. She activated the secret comm device inside of it, establishing a connection to her hidden headquarters. “This is Agent Chambers. I’ve found two very capable women eager to sign up. Open a portal on my coordinates.” A few moments after receiving confirmation, the air between her and the pair of blondes shuddered before splitting open into a swirling portal. “Go on through,” she offered. “The trip might be a little bumpy, but I assure you, you’re gonna love the destination.”

Harley didn’t hesitate to skip through the portal, wide grin plastered across her face. Bathory hesitated. As a rule, double agents weren’t trustworthy. But with some kind of multi-verse cops creeping around the Necropolis, it seemed her suspicions that whatever was happening in the area was winding to a close seemed to be confirmed. With nothing better to do and little left to lose, she gave Rebecca a nod and stepped through the portal. The tunnel between realities closed seconds after she vanished, leaving the CED agent alone in the apartment.

Rebecca turned her attention to Susan’s corpse, feeling the cock in her pants begin to stir. “Sorry, Susie,” she purred, groaning as she worked the butt plug back into place. “Guess it’s just rotten luck Fate teamed you up with me, huh? Well, no sense letting a body as nice as yours go to complete waste.” She kicked off her boots and rolled her pants the rest of the way down, freeing her stiff member. Leaning down, she hooked her hands under Susan’s armpits and hefted her dead weight up, draping her over the nearby table. She worked her victim’s pants down to the tops of her knees and tugged aside the crotch of her soiled panties. Stepping behind Susan, Rebecca gave her dead partner’s perky ass a hard smack before running her palms over the smooth flesh. She spread the cheeks and leaned in to give Susan’s asshole a thorough tongue prodding, leaving it soaked into her saliva. Mashing the head of her petite cock against the orifice, she grabbed hold of the dead woman’s shoulders for leverage and started working her way into the tight, still warm hole.

As she fucked her full length up Susan’s ass, Rebecca groaned, tugging up the bottom of her shirt so she could pull one small breast free from the cup of her bra. She tugged at her nipple as she bucked into the corpse. Working undercover in the MVA, it had been far too long since she’d gotten to fuck anything that truly satisfied her. She’d given in to the occasional fling with a fellow agent here and there, but maintaining her cover meant being forced to let her partners live through the experience. The sexual release only did so much to curb her depraved appetites. The ones she’d had even before she’d been recruited by the CED, from that hellish night in that monster-infested mansion. She’d had quite a bit of fun in that mansion.

The zombies she’d found there were nothing like the ones that had been roaming the Necropolis. No sexual desire to speak of. Not that Rebecca had cared. They’d been powerless to stop the macabre lust swelling within her once she’d dispatched them. But those had simply been appetizers. The real banquet had come when Wesker gave her the greenlight to eliminate Jill. The look of surprise on the woman’s face when she’d jammed her pistol against her temple had been priceless. The way her body had shuddered as the round scooped out her brains and flung them from the opposite side of her head had nearly made her cum into her pants. Then she’d gotten to experience the delights of violating a fresh corpse, while Wesker had drooled over the Tyrant he seemed to love so much more than her. When the monster awoke and broke free from its gestation tube, slaughtering Wesker, she’d only fucked Jill’s cooling corpse harder, eager to release a final load of cum into the woman’s cunt before she died as well.

But the CED had rescued her before that moment came. Giving her someplace where she could be herself, some of the time anyway. Caught in the lustful haze of recollection, Rebecca realized she’d rolled Susan’s body over at some point, pinning the body’s legs up against her shoulders so she could continue to hammer into her ass while watching her now naked tits jiggle. Her hairless balls were tight with impending release and she didn’t deny it, leaning over Susan’s body to catch her slack lips in a deep kiss. She moaned into the dead woman’s mouth as she slammed her erection balls deep into her rear and exploded into her bowels. Rebecca shuddered over the corpse, hips jerking as waves of ecstasy rolled through her. When she was finally sweaty and spent, she took a few moments to lie there, panting heavily against Susan’s cooling cheek.

Popping free from her dead partner’s cum-leaking sphincter, Rebecca ran her hands over her disheveled clothing, curling her fingers into her bra to free the small vial she kept hidden there. Unscrewing the top, she made sure she was well out of splatter range before tilting it over Susan’s head. The liquid sizzled as it made contact with the flesh, working fast to melt away the evidence of her crime. She emptied the vial down Susan’s back, watching as her stunning body was reduced to an unrecognizable pool of spreading gunk across the table.

Rebecca took a few more minutes to calm down from the exhilaration of her wicked deeds, pulling her clothing back into place. When she was ready, she radioed in. “Commander, this is Chambers,” she whimpered, working up a few tears to go along with the hysterics in her voice. “We found the source of the life signs, but it was too late. They’re both dead. Oh god… Susan… It melted her… She’s dead, Commander. I’m on route back to the shuttle now, but it’s chasing me. I don’t know if I’ll be able to - ”

She let the report end abruptly, removing the earpiece and smashing it on the floor. Let them wonder if we both bought it out here for a little bit, she thought, giggling. It’ll make my miraculous survival that much more of a relief.