After a thorough shower to get the stench of the Necropolis off of her, Fate made her way to Director Carter’s office to deliver her full preliminary report. She didn’t have much in the way of details. Most of what she did have had come from the survivors she’d picked up and attempting to piece together their varied stories. “Fuuka and Kay-Em seem to think that the monster they identified as the leader was the source of the barrier and the zombies, but I’m not convinced,” she said. “Although the barrier fell with that creature, as did the zombies, the more complex mutants were not apparently affected. It’s possible they attained enough sentience to separate themselves from whatever psychic link connected the leader to its minions, but – from what they say – the thing exhibited no ability to breach realities. And as capable as they are, I doubt any of them would have been able to actually kill whatever it was that caused this.”

The survivors had already gone through processing. The majority of them had agreed to the offer of psychiatric therapy the MVA offered. Fate figured that would be a lengthy process. She’d only seen a little of what the nightmarish city had to offer and she was considering getting herself an appointment for a session or two just to keep anything from festering. There was also the question of what to do with the survivors long term. Not many lived to walk out of the Necropolis, but there were still enough to make it one of the largest dimensional displacements the MVA had encountered. If they added in the number of dead, it was the largest by far. Fate suspected the number of casualties would only get higher once they got into the city and really started to investigate.

The offers of employment at the MVA were not a surprise. Fate had suspected Carter would do such a thing. Several of the women had even accepted the offer already. Michonne, Xian Mei, and Zoey had signed up without hesitation. With the little she knew about the women’s home dimensions, she wasn’t surprised. She suspected they’d have gladly signed up for janitorial duties at the MVA to avoid having to deal with anymore zombie-infested pits of doom. Samus Aran, Kara Danvers, Fuuka, and Kay-Em had also agreed to join up, determined to do what they could to prevent something like the Necropolis from ever happening again.

The Necropolis itself was under strict quarantine. The investigators assigned to the case were pouring over the hours of video footage Kay-Em had collected during her time in the city. The footage contained plenty of useful information and a fairly complete timeline of events for the party she’d been in, as well as a thorough mapping of the city itself, but so far no clues had been found to tell them what had actually caused the event. The plan to put boots on the ground in the city to conduct a more hands on examination were still in the works, but the process was moving ahead with slow caution after the death of Susan Storm. The MVA wasn’t keen on sending in more lambs for the slaughter. Until they came up with a solid plan of securing the site and exterminating whatever threat still lurked within it, the investigation would be a slow process and the city would remain under lockdown.

After taking in all the information Fate had to offer, Samantha Carter dismissed her. It was a big damn mess, and not the only one she had on her plate. Feeling the tension in her shoulders creeping up her neck, threatening to spawn migraine, Sam leaned back in her seat and rubbed at her temples, fighting the urge to cash in the significant amount of vacation time she’d earned.

***

After getting through the hassle of processing, Baroness invited Mugino and Lola to the small bunk she’d been given. The MVA Headquarters felt a little too much like the Bunker to give her any sense of comfort. Looking over the pair reminded her of the loyal cohorts she’d lost in the city. She felt little sympathy for the deaths. They’d served their purpose and although she’d promised them survival and power, it had been up to them to reach the finish line. Only Mugino and Lola had managed to do so, and she had no interest in wasting time grieving over failures. But now that they were out of the fire, it was time to see what their next move was.

Mugino and Lola’s minds were made up before they even arrived at Baroness’s bunk. They wanted to go home, as soon as possible. She tried not to take their willingness to abandon her personally, although she did start toying with the idea of trying to arrange their accidental deaths before the MVA let them leave. The cost of disloyalty. But even as she tried to come up with a means of slipping something poisonous into them without it leading back to her, she had to admit the prospect of returning to a world she was at least familiar with was appealing. The fact that she’d almost always had to play second fiddle to incompetent leaders to inevitably watch their plans blow up in their faces made the temptation weaker. Enlisting with the MVA to help them carry out their own missions for the greater good was equally unappealing to her, but a role within the organization was not without benefits. The technology and knowledge they possessed, as well as what could be acquired from an infinite number of realities, could go a long way to bolstering her in her pursuit of her own power-hungry ambitions.

Already sensing which way she was intending to go, Baroness tucked away her desire to murder Mugino and Lola. After all, with the power of the MVA at her fingertips, she would have no trouble tracking them down later, for a far more personal and lengthy slice of revenge for their abandonment.

***

“They’re not evil,” Kara Danvers said to Samus as they made their way through the MVA’s expansive med-lab.

“I’m not saying they’re evil,” Samus shot back. “I’m saying they’re bad luck.”

“We both saw how fast that place could kill someone,” Kara argued. “Us being trapped there was the bad luck, not forming a bond with Zoey and Xian.”

“Claire hadn’t shared more than a few words with them before the airport battle. Then she gets taken out the way she did? I’ve been around the universe enough times to know that sometimes it’s smart to let a little superstition in.”

“I’ll be fine,” Kara insisted. “Besides, since we’re all staying, we’re going to have to work together. I’d say our bad luck is just about all used up.”

Although Samus still had her doubts, she had to admit that there was certainly evidence of a break in all the bad luck. It only took stepping into Jack’s room to see evidence of that. After being transferred into a beefier medical pod, she’d recovered with surprising speed. The MVA doctors had kept her sedated until they’d finished the surgeries needed to repair the internal damage she’d sustained. They’d also managed to restore her limbs. Where Jack’s inked flesh ended, hard steel began. The robotic limbs were more than a little disturbing to look at as they moved, but they seemed to suit Jack well.

Jack pushed herself up on the bed as Samus and Kara entered. She’d shrugged off her patient gown down to her waist, hating the feel of even the loose fabric wrapped around her far more than she hated showing off her tits to anyone who came into the room. “Who the fuck invited you two?” she grumbled.

“Nice to see you, too, asshole,” Samus shot back, holding up the clear bottle of synthesized liquor she’d brought along. “Guess we’ll have to find someone else to share this with.”

Jack rolled her eyes. “You know that was Jack-speak for ‘I’m so happy to see you’. Now sit the fuck down and pour me some of that before that stony-faced nurse bitch comes back to check on me.”

“It was Jack-speak for ‘The doctors won’t give me any alcohol, so I guess I’ll tolerate you for a while’,” Samus corrected, dragging over a stool and finding a trio of clean specimen jars to use.

Jack gave her an annoyed smile. “See? You do understand me.”

“And you should be licking my slit,” Samus fired back as she poured out a healthy supply of alcohol into each of the jars. “I got Veronica to make up some very good shit here. Good enough that even the Girl of Steel over there is gonna feel it.”

The gears in Jack’s robotic arm whirred as she reached out and took hold of the jar. She sat up straighter, staring at the glass as she slowly worked the new limb. She almost got the alcohol to her lips before a sudden jerk ran through her metal fingers, tipping the container over and spilling its contest over her bare chest. “Fuck you, stupid cunting robo-arm,” she snapped, nearly shattering the glass in an angry grip. Samus was quick to steal the jar back from her as Kara grabbed some towels to wipe up the mess. Jack sat in furious impotence as the booze was cleaned from her breasts and Samus refilled her jar. “The fucks said they could put some synth-flesh over them. Help me blend in with the normies better. I told them, fuck that. These things look hardcore.” She glared at the offending limb as said limb responded with an extended middle finger back at her. “If they ever learn to work right!”

Samus kept Jack’s jar, guiding it to her lips and tipping it back to let her take several deep swallows. She winced at the burn, but sighed with practically orgasmic relief as the alcohol rolled down the back of her throat and warmed her chest. “Oh, that is good shit,” she groaned, laying back. Samus took down a couple of gulps for herself while Kara took a much more modest sip, coughing on the potency. “The first thing I’m doing – and I mean, the first fucking thing – after they let me out of this stupid hospital, is finding someone who’s good with an airbrush. I miss my tattoos.” Her eyes went distant, a cascade of traumas still far too fresh flowing over her. She could feel the urge to cry welling up within her and beat it back down. “Gimme more of that shit. This ain’t a real celebration until I’m drunk enough to teach these robot legs to dance.”

Samus refilled her own jar and Jack’s. Kara was still nursing her own beverage and already looking more than a little red in the face. Jack curled her lips around the rim of the jar, eager to slurp down more of the fluid, but pulled back before it could touch her tongue. “No, wait,” she said, face turning somber. She frowned, annoyed at herself for the emotions and more than a little pissed at Commander Shepard for paving the way for their emergence. She gave a few testing flexes with her new hand before feeling confident enough to take the jar into her grip. She lifted it to the air towards Samus and Kara. “To the ones we lost along the way,” she muttered softly. “If there’s an afterlife, let them spend it kicking the shit outta whatever fucker sent them there.” She clinked the jar with the others and brought it to her lips, successfully this time. Just before she took her drink, she hesitated again. “Except for maybe Joy. She was a total bitch.”

“Jack!” Kara snapped.

“Alright, fine,” Jack groaned. “Her, too.”

They drank.

***

Rebecca stepped off the elevator on the lowest floor of the MVA Headquarters. She made her way down the narrow, dimly lit hall to the morgue. She used a special function of her CED communicator to override the security cameras, masking her presence in the area, before slipping into the chilly room. Five nude female corpses were laid out on slabs, collected from the Necropolis’s airport. Dr. Woodrow ‘Woody’ Strode was leaning over Jessica Jones’ body, collecting a sample of the paralytic saliva that had ended the woman’s life. Screwing the swab into a specimen tube, he turned and offered his guest a smile.

Woody didn’t work for the CED directly, but his deviant tastes had made it easy for Rebeca to persuade him into assisting her whenever she needed it. She let her eyes roam across the collected bodies, examining each of their toe tags as she moved down the row. Jean Grey lay on the first slab, followed by Kylie Griffin. The busty corpse on the third slab was only labeled as Jane Doe for the moment, with none of the survivors able to identify Chris Yukine. Rebecca had no need of the toe tag to identify the fourth body. She was quite familiar with Claire Redfield’s visage. Another iteration of her was employed by the MVA and Rebecca had developed something of an obsession with her. The way she figured, she’d already had the pleasure of feeling how tight one of the Redfield siblings’ asses had been, she needed to know how tight the other’s was. Still, she did enjoy reading out the name of her obsession printed on a toe tag in black, bold letters. Jessica Jones was at the end of the row. Reaching it, Rebecca realized there was technically a sixth corpse in the room. The last slab was mostly empty, aside from Azura’s severed head. Without a toe to put a tag on, Woody had left the card resting just beneath her torn throat.

As Rebecca admired the Necropolis’ leftovers, Woody gathered the information she’d requested, along with the item she’d thought the CED would be most interested in. She accepted the file and Kylie’s Proton Pack and conjured up a small portal to feed them through. Woody already had paperwork forged that would indicate the Pack had been transferred for disposal. The mix up would cause him some grief, but the MVA was a bureaucracy like any other and those sorts of mistakes happened frequently. Some unfortunate underling would eventually get the blame for the screw up and business would continue as usual.

With her official duty on behalf of the CED satisfied, Rebecca was eager to join Woody in a less than professional but certainly thorough examination of the corpses. She loosened her pants as she moved straight for Claire’s body. The woman’s ass was free to experience, but Rebecca shied away from the orifice, wanting to save that experience for her Claire. She pushed the dead Claire’s legs apart and leaned over the slab, shoving her tongue into her cold snatch as she reached down to tease her erection. She moaned into the woman’s folds before moving up to tickle her lips with Claire’s pubs before wiggling her tongue against the small nub of her clit. She slid a hand underneath the body, digging her fingers into the meat of Claire’s ass as she ate the corpse out with vigorous passion. Worked to a feverish sweat, Rebecca climbed up onto the slab and buried her face in Claire’s cleavage as she worked her aching cock into her lifeless hole.

Woody went to Kylie’s body, tugging it further along the slab until her head dropped over the edge. He pushed his erection into her slack mouth, driving his length down into her throat as his balls smacked against the bridge of her nose. Woody would have loved to get a feel of the girl’s tits, but they – and the majority of her chest cavity – had been eaten away by whatever corrosive fluid had killed her. He settled for grabbing hold of the ends of a couple of her partially dissolved ribs, using them for leverage as he fucked the dead goth’s face. The speed and force of his thrusts grew until the ribs snapped away in his hands. Tossing the broken lengths of bone into her hollowed out chest, Woody slid his prick free, letting Kylie drool his pre-cum over her face and into her nostrils.

Rebecca grunted as she came for the second time into Claire’s yielding cunt, firing off heavy spurts of seed into her lifeless sex. Her cock remained rigid, thirsty for further pleasure. She slid free from Claire’s sex and rose to her feet on the slab, grabbing hold of the corpse’s shoulders and lifting her into a sitting position. She dragged the head of her sticky cock around the rim of the hole bored through Claire’s forehead, rubbing away flakes of dried blood before lining herself up with the hole. Her fingers tightened in Claire’s hair before yanking her dead partner’s head forward, sheathing her way through her skull. Fleshy slaps echoed through the morgue as she dragged Claire’s head back and forth along her length, teasing the woman’s blood-crusted ponytail. The delight of fucking her way through Claire’s dead brain thrilled Rebecca. She regretted not giving Susan’s head wound a similar treatment. Or Jill’s, for that matter, although she’d been a little pressed for time in both cases. She added fucking a freshly made headwound to her bucket list of perverse delicacies to try.

Chris Yukine’s unidentified carcass became Woody’s next target. He’d nearly settled for Jessica Jones, but the Jane Doe’s impressive bust finally won him over. Climbing onto the slab, he dropped onto Chris’ chest and shoved his cock through her cleavage. Her flesh was still sticky from the Gulper’s stomach goo. He added a few wads of his own spit to slicken her soft flesh enough to make tit-fucking her an easy act. His fingers dug into the plentiful mounds, mashing them together around his girth as he watched them ripple from his rough strokes. His eyes flicked up to Chris’ face, drinking in the expression of death she wore while wondering just who she was. Her anonymous state made his post-mortem violation that much more exhilarating. That, paired with the pleasure of her soft tits dragging across the sensitive length of his member, had him painting her mysterious face with his creamy load in no time.

When Claire’s skull was coated in the next orgasmic expulsion she managed to achieve, Rebecca let the woman’s body drop back onto the slab and decided on another plaything. Jean’s was the most tempting, forcing her to admit that she likely had a thing for redheads. With chunks of Claire’s brain clinging to her erection, she rolled Jean over and dragged her lower half over the foot of the slab. She possessed no sentimental obsession for the dead telepath, making her backdoor just as tempting a target for her dark lust as any other ass she’d had the pleasure of violating. Getting into her proved a little difficult, but Rebecca was determined. She inched her way deeper and deeper, giving the redhead’s rump a few hard smacks along the way. Slowly, Jean’s cold, dead flesh relented, allowing Rebecca to work into a steady rhythm of hard pumps. As the slap of her hips meeting Jean’s buttocks rang in her ears, Rebecca couldn’t help letting her eyes wander back over to Claire’s corpse, her obsession overriding her focus on the new body she was sampling.

The Conglomeration for Eternal Disharmony loved to spread chaos and disorder, but they weren’t total anarchists. They paid their operatives and Rebecca, being a very good operative, had amassed quite the little fortune for herself working for them. Looking over to Woody, who was now feeding his renewed erection into Jessica’s tight ass, she decided to bring up some new business. Words of price negotiation passed between them as they filled the morgue with the sounds of dead assholes getting fucked. They came to an agreement before giving in to their shared lust, packing Jean and Jessica’s bowels with their spunk. A few more forged documents later and the bodies were officially being sent for cremation. All but Claire’s body actually made it to the furnace. The busty redhead’s body was instead sent into the waiting hands of the CED, along with Rebecca’s request to have the corpse preserved for her personal use.

***

Life as a double agent was difficult, but it did come with certain perks. Specifically, twice the amount of vacation days. After the close brush with death she’d had in the Necropolis, the MVA was happy to give her a few days to recover. She went through the proper procedure for covering her tracks, subtly plucking another version of herself out of a timeline even more fucked than the one she’d originated from who was so happy to have an escape from her unending nightmare that she didn’t question the hows or whys of what had happened. The naïve Rebecca was more than happy to spend the next several days at the deluxe spa officially listed as the double agent’s point of destination. It was a trick she’d used several times before and it always worked splendidly. She’d pick up her doppelganger on the way back to the MVA, have a little fun with her, then shove her back into the reality she’d taken her from. Near enough to her point of exit that no alarm bells would go off, but destined to meet an untimely demise almost as soon as she got back, ensuring that there would be no witnesses to her switch.

Once her cover was in place, Rebecca returned to the CED, where she promptly requested more time off. After the work she’d done for them, they had no choice but to give it to her. She made her way to the private quarters she had but rarely got to use. She was happy to see that maintenance had kept the layers of dust from getting too thick. Even happier to see her new toy waiting for her. Claire stood at the foot of the bed, posed with one hand on her hip. They’d stuffed her into a black bodysuit with red denim shorts and vest over top. A note had been left taped to Claire’s head, just below the cleaned-up hole in her forehead, with instructions on how to operate the doll’s various features as well as appropriate cleaning methods. Rebecca pulled the note free, giving it only a casual look before tossing it aside and focusing on her inert plaything.

Rebecca stripped the Claire doll slowly, enjoying the calm stretch of privacy she’d earned. She explored each inch of bared flesh thoroughly with her hands and lips. She sucked in deep breaths from the dead woman’s hair, smelling mostly the lingering aroma of the preservation gels used to transform her body. Moving over Claire’s face, she tapped her tongue against her staring, glassy eyes before slurping at her nose and dropping lower to give her a deep kiss. Continuing her examination, she moved lower and lower, sucking at her collarbones before covering her expansive breasts in dozens of kisses. She chewed lightly on the layer of skin covering her spine while prodding at her bellybutton, dropping into a crouch so she could devote nearly an hour of attention to Claire’s posterior using everything but her throbbing erection. By the time she finished sliding her tongue between each of her toy’s toes, she’d worked up quite the appetite.

Rebecca ate her dinner slowly, gaze remaining fixed on the doll the whole way through the meal. Her cock jutted up from her lap, glistening with the layers of pre-cum draining from the tip. She kept her out of control libido in check for the duration of her meal, teasing herself into a sexual frenzy. As the last bite of heavily chewed steak rolled down the back of her throat, she sprang up from her seat and tackled Claire’s body onto the bed. She made it only half a stroke into her perfectly preserved slit before crying out sharply and exploding within her. Her cock pulsed, squirting more and more of her pent-up seed into the doll. The intensity of the orgasm nearly drove her insane, trapped within what felt like hours of ejaculation that only truly lasted a handful of seconds. The stiff buds of her nipples pressed deeply into the soft meat of Claire’s tits as she worked her way deeper into her toy’s sex, each inch of progression almost painful from how good it felt.

The time off was well-deserved and very much needed. As Rebecca freed herself to engage in every carnal delight she could imagine with her plaything, her mind remained burdened with information and what her duty would lead to in the near future. The MVA was gearing up for something big. She’d not managed to get her hands on many of the details, but the little she did know was enough to keep her on edge. A reprieve from the constant strain of maintaining her cover identity while uncovering as much as she could for her employers was exactly what Rebecca needed. And with the object of her deeply harbored and thoroughly cultivated desires at her disposal, she had the perfect means of distracting herself from what lay ahead. Drenched in sweat and more turned on than she’d ever been in her life, Rebecca decided that even a dollified duplicate of the woman she yearned for so deeply was good enough to fully sample. As she smeared lubricant over her swollen, raw member, Rebecca took a few moments to look over the instruction notes a little more closely. Grinning, she moved up behind Claire’s body – bent over the foot of her bed – and rested the head of her cock against her sphincter. She curled an arm around the toy’s slim waist and down through her patch of pubic hair to find the activation switch installed in her clitoris. As she sank her girth into Claire Redfield’s ass for the first time, Rebecca howled as the fleshy walls began to vibrate and massage her cock. It was a talent her Claire lacked, she was certain, but it made her no less eager for the time when she would get the chance to sodomize her true obsession for the first time.

THE END.