Vampires of the Apocalypse (harem)

~~~ Series Notes ~~~

This story will make more sense if you read it from start to finish. Chapter 1 was written about a year ago but the last five chapters will be submitted to Literotica as a bundle and should appear at a rate of one per day.

~~~ The Sickle ~~~

An hour out from their destination, Parker pulled to the side of the road near some trees. She and Hayden got out and left the rest of the girls napping - although they'd start waking them up soon. The Major showed the Captain which trees to grab branches from. He preferred using hardwoods - although he wasn't sure that it mattered. He'd used maples before but he liked oak or walnut better. It was probably all in his mind.

He showed Parker how he prepared the little branch-daggers. They each had more than a dozen before they climbed back into the vehicles and got back onto the road.

A half-hour later, each of the drivers began calling to their passengers to begin waking up and getting themselves ready for the assault. They parked the two sedans a few blocks away from the building they would be assailing. Everyone got out and finished getting geared-up.

They were a block from their destination when Nordahl put on her goggles, toggled the infrared, and called a warning. The rest of the squad donned their vision-enhancing eye-gear and immediately spotted the security cameras that were covering the area around the building.

Parker mapped out an approach that would let a couple of their teammates disable key cameras without giving them away and sent Basso and Takao off to deal with the spy-eyes.

They were just returning when Nordahl ordered everyone into the nearby trees and brush.

"Drone launch," she told the group. "I'll see if I can fuck with the navigation enough to steer it into a tree. They'll think it just went haywire and will probably come to retrieve it."

While Nordahl messed with her jamming equipment, Parker ordered Takao to get her rifle ready and told Schmidt, Jimenez, Washington, and Carpenter to be ready to deal with the drone-techs that Nordahl suggested might show up. The four moved into the brush near where Nordahl was directing a wobbly drone that seemed to move in and out of her control. They were already in position by the time it crashed into the branches of a huge oak and tumbled to the ground a few feet away.

Two bewildered men came to retrieve the drone, chattering in Russian about what they thought had gone wrong with the unit. As soon as they bent to look at the damaged drone, they had two girls on their backs and were taken to the ground without resistance. The two men and the drone were scooped up, taken to the far side of the wooded area, and deposited in the brush. Hayden ordered Parker to stare into the men's eyes and "will" them to be compliant and quiet. C-Squad left their new friends to relax and then got ready to move out once again.

Each group moved to their assigned point of entry and waited for the signal. When the sound of the whippoorwill cut into the night, they moved in.

Two teams were spotted as they took out the guards at their stations.

"Eyes on #1," Schmidt said into her headset, telling the group that she had spotted The Sickle, "the three guys next to her just jabbed syringes into their thighs. Assume we have at least four vampires."

Takao dropped to one knee, targeted the eyebrows on the four individuals, and popped rounds through each of their skulls.

"Tag'em and bag'em," Parker ordered. "Call out any specials."

Basso got caught between two larger defenders and Parker had to go help her. One of them was holding the Corporal down while another repeatedly punched her in the face.

Parker screamed in rage and leapt at the pair. The fingers on her right hand hardened and lengthened - and the nails grew into three-inch claws. Blood - from the throat of the one that had been punching Basso - splattered onto his partner's face - right before his bloodied skull toppled from his shoulders, falling next to the trembling Corporal. The Captain picked her up and hugged her. She pulled a vial of Hayden's semen out and poured it into the smaller girl's mouth. Behind them, things were quieter - and a little less blood-spattered. Once Basso recovered, she grabbed Parker's face and kissed her hard. Arm-in-arm, they turned to join back up with the rest of C-Squad.

"You've got a little something right there," Schmidt said, grinning, pointing to Basso's face - which had blood droplets from both of her assailants on it.

"Fuck you, bitch," Basso snarled at her.

"You alright?" the blonde asked her, the smile disappearing.

"Yeah, thanks to Parker," she replied, giving the Captain a squeeze.

"Report," Parker ordered.

Each team reported on what they had found. Major Johnson reported that all four vampires were sporting their new porcupine disguises and were bundled for transport.

"If you don't need me, Captain," Jimenez said, "I'll go find us another vehicle."

"I'll back her up," Washington offered.

Parker nodded to the pair and they disappeared out of one of the doors.

"Sweep the place for any laptops or paperwork," the Captain ordered. "Watch for booby-traps. Since we don't know, yet, what Jimenez will come back with, we don't know how many guests were taking home for Thanksgiving to meet mom and dad. Basso?"

"Already know where I'm going, ma'am," she said, dropping the arm that had been around her superior and heading to set her explosives. "Can I have Takao?" she asked.

Takao glanced at Parker - who nodded - and then went to follow the explosives expert.

"Alright, the Major's got babysitting duty," she said. "Everybody else look for goodies."

C-Squad spread out. Almost immediately, Carpenter hollered for Nordahl to come look at something. The pair approached the Captain a few minutes later, carrying a couple laptops and several USB-drives. Nordahl began loading them into her backpack. As soon as that was done, they went scavenging again.

"Grab any vials for Sharma," Parker called out.

"Gotcha, Captain," Carpenter yelled back.

By the time Jimenez and Washington returned, Nordahl had the hard-drive from the security cameras and Carpenter had a rack of vials and syringes. The rest of the squad had some notebooks and other interesting items.

Parker sent Schmidt and Carpenter to retrieve the drone and the first two guys they'd grabbed. Meanwhile, the rest of the squad began moving the gathered items (and captives) out to the vehicle that Jimenez had snagged - which turned out to be a small cargo truck. They loaded everything (and everybody) into the truck and headed back to where they had left the sedans.

Major Johnson and Staff Sergeant Carpenter got guard duty - in the back of the truck. Jimenez drove and Takao took shotgun. Washington said she was plenty rested and volunteered to drive the sedan that the Major had been driving. Schmidt jumped in with the heavy gunner. Parker returned to the driver's seat of the car she'd arrived in. Basso took shotgun. Nordahl jumped in with Parker and Basso. Martin hopped in with Washington and Schmidt.

As they pulled away, Basso kept an eye in her mirror until she saw the flames erupting from the building that they had just raided. Nordahl's cameras would, as usual, tell them who visited the site.

~~~

The most interesting part of the return-trip was crossing the border from Ukraine back into Poland. One of the guards insisted on opening the back of the cargo truck. Takao was standing beside him when the door eased up and two red glowing eyes caught the man's attention. He stared into them for a full minute and then pulled the door back down, walked back to the gate, and told his compatriots that the truck was clear. Takao piled back into the cab and away they went. The sniper shook her head, grinning, when Jimenez asked her what had happened.

"Carpenter?" the Major called to her, as they bounced along in the dark.

The construction expert had her infrared goggles on - so she could keep an eye on their captives. The Major, apparently, didn't need them.

"Yeah, sexy man?" she asked, grinning at him.

He shook his head at her and grinned back.

"Can we - by which I mean you of course ..."

"Of course," she replied, smirking.

"Can you put a faux wall in here - to make it look like the truck is full of crates or boxes? And maybe give us some tactical lighting in here with some bench seats. Might be nice to have a steel cage for transporting passengers when we come back too ..."

"Is it your birthday, Major?" she asked, chuckling. "That's a mighty big list you've got, little boy. Santa's a busy man. You been a good boy this year, Major?"

"You trying to get me to suck your cunt, Sergeant?" Johnson asked, shaking his head, trying to keep from laughing.

"I wouldn't say 'no'," she replied.

The Major stood, put his hand against the side of the truck to steady himself, and began stripping.

"Grab one of those moving blankets up there by the bulkhead and make yourself a bed right there and I'll give you my requisition form."

"Requisition form?" Carpenter asked, laughing. "I'll take just as many requisitions as you can give me before we get home, Major," she told him.

She quickly made a narrow mattress on the floor and stripped off her clothes. She rubbed her hands all over the Major's body and kissed him enthusiastically as he plowed her. She'd gotten a half-dozen "requisitions" before she ordered him to stop. She collapsed back onto her makeshift bed and tried to get some oxygen back into her lungs. The Major gave her another lusty kiss and went to get dressed.

Major Johnson glanced back over the prisoners - checking the vampire - and the three that were still really just becoming vampires - to be sure that all healing was being actively inhibited by the living daggers that pierced their bodies in multiple places. He only had a couple more left. He hadn't anticipated needing quite so many of the things when he and Parker had collected and crafted them. He wouldn't make that mistake again.

The daggers in the vampires' eyes were probably overkill - but it strained their body's attempts to heal - and it kept them from seeing anything around them. The Major really had no qualms about how he was treating them. They'd sent an assassin all the way into the US to try to take him out and he really didn't appreciate having to come all of the way to Russia to deal with their fuckery.

Major Johnson glanced over at the Staff Sergeant. She had fallen asleep. He was sure she'd be sore later but she was such an energetic lover - and he really was asking quite a bit from her - so he'd gotten a little carried away as he'd fucked her over and over again. He walked to the front of the truck, grabbed another moving blanket and used the corner of it to cover her nakedness to keep her from getting chilled while she slept.

~~~

"Shit, Major!" Schmidt cursed. "Did you two fuck the whole way home?! The Geneva Convention says that you're not supposed to torment your poor prisoners."

Even Captain Parker laughed. The Major didn't blush - but he did shake his head and try to hide his shit-eating grin.

"Anything to say for yourself Carpenter?" Washington asked the girl.

"The Major asked me to build him a bunch of shit," she reported with a straight face. "He submitted all of the appropriate forms."

"How many forms did he give you, Sergeant," Basso asked, laughing.

"I ... uh ... lost count," she replied.

The Major offered Carpenter a hand down and she winced when she landed. She was walking a little funny as she moved aside so that Schmidt and Washington could start handing down the prisoners.

"You walking a little funny, Carpenter?" Takao asked with a grin, elbowing her.

"Nothing a little massage from the Major wouldn't help," Carpenter replied.

Martin laughed and said, "I think the massage is what's got you walking funny, Sarge."

"Don't know nothin' about nothin'," Carpenter retorted. "Just helped the Major keep an eye on the prisoners."

"And took a few requisition forms?" Basso asked.

"One or two," Carpenter replied.

"Six or seven, the way she's walking," Schmidt said, chuckling, as she handed down the next prisoner.

Nordahl pulled up in one of the sedans and got out.

"Bosko and Bella are on their way," she reported.

"Thanks," Parker told her.

"You alright Carpenter?" Nordahl asked. "You're movin' a little funny."

Nordahl was caught off-guard when the rest of C-Squad started laughing their asses off. Basso pulled her to the side and started catching her up. When she was up-to-date, she pinched Carpenter on the ass.

"Good on you, sweetie," she told her.

"I need to see if Sharma has any meds," Carpenter sighed.

"She'll probably tell you that your nanites are having babies," Basso laughed.

The whole squad was laughing again - including Carpenter.

Once the prisoners were all moved into the training center, Johnson and Parker went over the humans to figure out which ones had bonded to Varinka Dmitrieva. They decided that the three guys who had used the syringes on themselves were, likely, the only broodlings that had been present when they had raided the vampire's base.

Nordahl handed vials to her squad-mates and the team moved through the prisoners and collected blood samples from each of them, labeling them with the names that Parker and Johnson got from them. Since the majority of the prisoners were simple humans, they would be released to Bosko and Bella - for them to deal with - or use for prisoner-swaps. Johnson's team would (once again) deal with the vampires.

When Bella and her superior arrived, they gave them the information they had collected - as well as a list of the items they had retrieved. They promised them details on what they discovered - as well as the results of the blood samples that they had collected.

Once they answered their questions, the humans were loaded back into the truck. Jimenez and Washington followed Bosko to whatever facility his group used for housing prisoners, helped drop them off, and then returned to the apartment.

In the meantime, Johnson took Schmidt, Martin, and Basso, loaded up the vampires, and headed for the funeral home. Parker, Nordahl, and Carpenter headed to the apartment. Nordahl would start going through the electronics. Carpenter would help Parker with the papers until the cargo truck returned. After that, Jimenez helped the Captain and Washington helped Carpenter start working on the Major's building projects.

At the funeral home, the workers took another hour-long coffee break. By the time they returned, Johnson and the others were washing their hands and getting ready to clear out. Apparently, "young" vampires were a lot easier to dispose of.

Johnson and the others hopped back into the sedans and drove back to the training center, parking the two vehicles where they'd been leaving them. The Major thought it was a little funny that nobody apparently thought it was strange for two cars - with Belarus license plates - to be sitting on the streets of a small city in Poland. He looked over to see the small straight-truck - with Ukrainian tags - sitting beside of the training center. He went and dismissed the girls - and then went to see how Carpenter was getting along.

Washington greeted him with a hug and a big kiss and told him that she deserved whatever Carpenter had gotten since she was helping. He laughed and swatted her on the ass, sending her back to work.

The three of them moved crates, pallets, and boxes into the truck for an hour. Inside, Carpenter quickly turned the pallets, crates, and the moving blankets into rough benches. She secured them to the walls with rope she'd found in a back room in the warehouse they used for their training center.

"I'll need an arc-welder, welding rod, and some steel or iron bar-stock to build your cells, Major," she told him.

"We'll tell Nordahl," he replied. "We can get by with this for now."

In another half-hour, Carpenter had finished the fake wall of pallets, crates, and boxes that would hide the newly-built passenger area. One section of the wall could be shoved back - to allow riders (and captives) access to the hidden alcove. Once everyone was in place, the section was slid back into its spot in the wall and the truck looked like it was just loaded with meaningless cargo. The Staff Sergeant had even gone to the trouble of loading the boxes and crates with a bunch of miscellaneous items - in case a border guard decided to look into the containers.

As they all sat down to dinner, each of the sub-teams reported on their activities to the rest of the group. The computer-system chimed with a data-drop and Nordahl ran to check the file.

"Your Washington contact confirmed that the female was Varinka Dmitrieva, aka The Sickle," she reported, as she slid back into her seat. "The three new vampires were listed as known associates and suspected brood members."

She looked across the table at their newest member.

"Sharma's mom and sister know that she's alive and safe and has joined an international team that's continuing to dig into the causes and cures for the virus," she said.

Sharma tittered with glee and gave the Major a glowing smile.

"The IDs of the prisoners that we turned over to Bosko and Bella were acknowledged," she informed the group. "Your contact suggests that we move on Yakov Kuzmin - aka The Hammer - next. He warns that, with each success, we will likely encounter stronger and stronger defenses. He suggests that we use the German's blitzkrieg approach and take the fight to them faster than they even know we've hit them."

Major Johnson turned to Parker.

"How much do we have on Kuzmin? How quickly could we move? Do we know where he's at? Ukraine was so much easier to get into than Belarus - but I think Carpenter's modifications to the cargo-truck will serve us well."

Parker gobbled down the rest of her food and took her plate and silverware to the dishwasher.

"Give me 10 minutes," she hollered, as she headed into the front room.

"Finish up," the Major told the rest of the group.

~~~ Bella ~~~

For the next hour, Parker went over everything they had gathered about The Hammer - including the information they had retrieved from the most recent raid - although it appeared that The Sickle, The Hammer, and The Shield seemed to operate independently of one another.

Based on the information about Yakov Kuzmin's last known base of operations, they would need to return to Belarus - two hours north of where their first incursion had taken them - a half-hour inside of the Pol-Belarus border. Parker suggested switching the plates from one of the sedans to the cargo-truck, crossing where they had crossed before, and traveling the rest of the way inside of Belarus.

Major Johnson raised his hand.

"Major?" Parker asked.

"Let's stay in Poland as long as we can," he suggested. "We don't have a lot of practical knowledge about do's and don'ts inside of the Russian province and I'm worried that a simple traffic-stop could destroy our best plan. Also, we've not had trouble with the Belarusian plates but let's not switch them until just before we cross."

Parker nodded, and went on.

She had wrapped up her instructions for each of the sub-teams on which entry-point was assigned to each one when a message-chime came from the computer-room. Nordahl ran in there to check it.

"Shit!" she gasped.

The Major was just getting ready to stand when she returned.

"Bosko reports that Bella was, apparently, embarrassed by what we've done since we got here. She took her team and is headed to The Hammer's location - planning to hit there early tomorrow morning."

"Fuck!" Washington cursed. "We ain't gettin' no decent sleep tonight either!"