Vampires Of The Apocalypse Harem Ch 06

~~~ 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.

~~~ New Arrivals ~~~

"Speaking of polecats," Johnson asked, "has anyone seen Mala?"

Carpenter ducked down the hallway, returning a couple minutes later, holding a shallow wooden crate with no lid. Inside was a nest of shredded cloth. Mala was surrounded by a bunch of little pink kits, each covered in white fuzz - looking more like a bunch of mice than they did like their mother.

"Hey, Princess," Johnson cooed to her. "How are you doing, little mama?"

Sharma glanced at the computer and said, "She's tired and a little malnourished."

Johnson stared into Mala's eyes for a moment and then extended a fang and tore open his wrist. He held it down for the polecat to feed.

She lapped at the wound for almost a full minute and then closed her eyes and laid her head back down.

"I'll go slip her back under your bed," Carpenter told him.

"Thanks, Sergeant," he said.

Washington shot a look at Sharma.

The doll-faced Indian girl shook her head, trying not to grin, and began disrobing. The Major was still naked - having just fucked both Carpenter and the Captain.

Once the young Indian woman was naked, she stepped over, knelt between his knees, took hold of his cock, and leaned forward to take it into her mouth. He teased his fingertips through her hair.

"You don't have to do that, you know?" he asked. "I can make it hard for you."

She grinned up at him and began sucking in earnest.

"Oh ... fuck ...," he moaned. "You greedy little thing."

Corporal Kali Sharma sucked the Major's dick until it was fully hard - and then she sucked a little longer. He was beginning to wonder if the girl had gone completely off her script by the time she pulled her face off of him with a pop and climbed her curvy little ass (and body) onto his lap. They both moaned with lust as she worked the head of his prick around in her vaginal entrance for a moment or two - and then let her weight settle - forcing his prick up through her folds and into her body's welcoming embrace.

Her mouth was instantly on his - and - if he tasted himself on those lips - he gave her no indication of it. His lips attacked hers with the same fervor.

When she ran out of air, she pushed away, sucking great gasps into her lungs - to try to refill them.

He smiled as he watched her - his greedy little lover - who had denied herself for days to test her theory.

"You ready to become a bloodsucker, little dove?" he asked her.

"If it means that I get to be with you longer, then the answer is 'yes'," she told him.

It was difficult for him to tell this little cutie 'no'. She'd been like this since they'd yanked the corpses off of her and she'd set her eyes on him. She'd swallowed down all of his semen and then begged for more - even after she was obviously feeling better. Hayden was addicted to the unadulterated desire and adorableness of this little girl.

She grinned - as if reading his mind - gave him another little peck - and tilted her head to the side - presenting her cocoa-colored neck for him to sink his teeth into.

Hayden hissed at her and bit down firmly. She gave a little whimper - but not in pain. She shivered with delight at his attention - even the pain of his fangs piercing her tender flesh. She had been completely smitten by him the first time she had looked into his eyes. The intoxicating effect of tasting his semen, the exquisite flavor of his jizz, and the restoration and cleansing of her body from the results of both the virus and the attack - all of those things were just bonuses.

Major Hayden Johnson willed his vampire antibodies to flood her bloodstream - 'turning' her from broodling to vampire. He kept his teeth locked onto her until he knew the transformation had been completed. Then he released her, waiting to look into her eyes.

The adoration was still there. The desire still filled those young and innocent orbs. Now, however, there was a fire - a strength. Major Johnson leaned his head back and to the side - not presenting the side of his neck to his little Indian lover - but the front of his bared throat.

"Do it, little dove," he told her. Bite my neck and force your antibodies straight into my bloodstream. Don't suck first - just bite and then tell (or will) your vampire strength to invade my blood."

He wasn't expecting her to kiss his Adam's apple first. The tenderness of the act caught him off guard but - in the next moment - he felt her lips part, her mouth open wide, her fangs extend - and then the pinch of her bite. She showed him her new strength - clamping down like he had - and then he felt the antibodies entering his system.

She waited - almost as if she were counting down - perfectly mimicking what he had done to her a few moments before. Her mouth was still on his neck when her fangs retracted. She licked his wounds and then kissed them. He hugged her body to his. She offered him her lips - so tender - so pure - so innocent. He accepted her kiss - and just held her to himself.

Then her vagina - from top to bottom - began to constrict - like a python's coils. He could sense that she would force his prick from her if he didn't fight. He smiled and made his cock harder - and more rigid. He grabbed her ass in his hands, raised her up a couple inches, and then jammed her back onto his dick. The next time he raised her, he increased the girth by a hair. He slammed her down again. She hissed at him - a hiss of excitement from a test of strength - she would fight to defeat him - or force him to grow stronger to take her - to claim her.

Back and forth they went, her vagina clamping down - and him, slamming his penis inside of her - forcing her muscles to give way or be destroyed. Her fangs popped out with a nearly audible sound as she opened her mouth wide and lunged forward to bite his neck. He sank his teeth into her neck at almost the same time.

Her pussy again tried to expel him and - again - he bumped up the girth - and then the length - and forcefully slammed back into her. She hissed into his neck as the head of his prick collided with the outer wall of her uterus.

They fought and writhed and collided and fucked - and finally he overcame her. He threw her onto her back, slammed his prick into her, and his magma-like jism began exploding inside of her. He pulled his jaws from her neck and roared. She did the same - and then her arms were around his neck and she was kissing the life out of him.

Kali Sharma lost track of how many times she climaxed as Major Johnson continued bucking into her and pumping more seed into her depths. She'd squirted at least twice - which made him start again. The couch was a bigger mess than their bodies because they were rolling around, wiping most of the gooey cream off of themselves onto the sofa.

"Fuck, that's hot!" Basso moaned. "I'm not sure I can do this abstinence thing."

"I know," Martin agreed, standing beside her.

~~~ Turn, Turn, Turn ~~~

Once Sharma and Johnson had completed their dual-bond (and the celebratory sex that followed), the girls cracked the living room windows open a little to get the brothel smell out of the place.

There was a brief team-meeting where the girls all calculated how long they were going to have to wait before they could be 'turned' - and then 'turn' the Major.

Carpenter, Parker, and Sharma were done. Based on their last feeding, the order of 'turning' would be: Schmidt, Martin, Nordahl, Washington, Basso, Takao, and Jimenez.

In order to try to help those who were "going without", Johnson and the other vampires agreed to not have sex as well. They also decided that Sharma and Carpenter would sleep in Parker and Johnson's bedroom. There was a little grumbling about that announcement - but Johnson promised the unconverted that he would abide by their covenant to remain celibate.

Schmidt had to wait three days before she could have her turn. She told the others that she'd felt like she'd been edging the whole time.

Despite the fact that six of the girls still had multiple days to wait for their time, they insisted on Schmidt's conversion being carried out in the living room - on that same soiled sofa - so that Sharma could track the results - and everyone could watch.

During the feral fucking that accompanied the creation of the dual-bond, Schmidt couldn't stop squirting - which meant that Johnson couldn't stop cumming. Thankfully, they'd put a furniture cover over the sofa (after first thoroughly cleaning it) so all they had to do was to launder the cover.

That afternoon, Kyrylo Kohut and his men showed up and wanted to practice against C-Squad. Parker went with the six members of their team that weren't already vampires and oversaw the skirmishes. Two hours later, they returned to say that - even with just six of them - Kohut's team had only managed to pull off one win - and Parker called that one a win only on a "technicality". None of them would explain what that was.

The next day, Martin and Nordahl were converted. The results were the same - and the sex was just as frenzied, violent, and climactic. The day after that, Washington and Basso became vampires and created their dual-bond with Johnson. Even the non-believers in their group were sure that Jesus himself heard Washington as she screamed through her orgasms. Finally, Takao and Jimenez had their turns being 'turned' and all of C-Squad was cute and dangerous - or cuter and more dangerous. Johnson argued that he wasn't cute but the girls just pinched his butt and disagreed.

Carpenter was just finishing up converting the walls of the Village from wooden pallets to thin concrete panels when the word came down from Johnson's contact in Washington that "Ivan the Terrible" had recruited replacements for The Sickle, The Hammer, and the Shield - and was sending them to deal with C-Squad.

They relocated half of the beds from the apartment to the training center. Carpenter built a sleeping area to contain them. Parker kept half of the squad with her and Johnson kept half with him. Nordahl added more cameras, more alarms, and ran cables to the training center to hook up a second command-center for tracking what was going on - in and around their base of operations.

Schmidt went to a nearby store, bought a sign-board and some paint, and called Nordahl over to help her. An hour later, there was a sign beside the door of the training center that read, 'We're in here, pussies' in Russian.

The next day, the attack came. Two of the enemy vampires hit the training center and one hit the apartment. C-Squad never learned their names - even though they took pictures and sent them to Washington.

Parker had already worked on a strategy for dealing with attacks: the first member of C-Squad to reach the enemy bloodsucker just wrapped them in a bear-hug and held them - while the other members jammed "tree blades" into their bodies. Every morning, whichever team was staying in the training center at the time (they switched every day) would go harvest more little daggers - dropping half of them off to the team in the apartment when they returned. The three enemy vampires were quickly moved to the incinerator and dealt with permanently.

Parker and Johnson decided that it was time to deal with "Ivan the Terrible" and his crew. They requested as much (and as up-to-date) information as they could get from Bosko and Washington. Johnson's contact warned him that Ivanov likely knew they were coming - but the Major just assured him that he was aware of the risk and had taken steps to mitigate it.

No one - outside of C-Squad - was aware that the entire team were now vampires. Johnson had not even risked informing his secret contact. Since the Major assured them that most vampires operated independently, Parker (and the girls) were pretty confident that they'd be able to deal with whatever they found on their way to face Ivanov - and his stooge side-kick - who happened to run the country that they would be infiltrating at the time.

~~~ Ivan ~~~

They left Sharma behind to watch the computer and keep an eye on Mala and the kits. The little darlings finally looked like polecats instead of mice - and they had been declared to be the most adorable creatures on the planet. Each of the girls (including Parker) had laid claim to one of the tiny cherubs - and had given "their" polecat a name. Sharma would guard the younglings and their mother while the rest of the team was on their mission.

Before they left, the team researched crematoriums in the region where they would be fighting and came up with several options for disposing of their enemies when the dust settled. Johnson wanted to leave the cargo truck at home - so they loaded into the sedans and headed for the town where they had fought The Shield. In the border city - before crossing into Belarus - they abandoned the sedans and shadow-stepped across the border fence - a half-mile from the gated entrance that they had used last time. They jogged a mile or two and found a van - which Jimenez broke into and hot-wired - and they were on their way again.

Seven hours later, they ditched that van, crossed the border on foot, and found another passenger van to carjack. A little over six hours later, they arrived in Moscow.

As C-Squad settled in, to watch the building where they had been told Ivanov ran his operation, the Major reminded them to be careful about looking through a scope or field-glasses with any intent to do harm. They had practiced and practiced to ensure that they were able to observe passively - but they all understood the importance of the Major reminding them.

After a half-hour of watching the place, they determined that he was not there. Nordahl set up a couple cameras and used her burner phone to call the one that they'd given to Sharma - letting their teammate know that she should keep an eye out for the cameras to appear on the next MAC-address scan - and to add alerts in case the computer recognized Ivanov at that location. C-Squad packed up and moved to the next most likely site.

The second location was a bust too. They kept watch for a half-hour or so - but most of them were quickly convinced that they were wasting their time.

When they arrived at the third location, however, nervous energy ran through each of the girls. Without truly knowing, they all knew that this was the place. Once more, Johnson cautioned them to school their intent - to keep all observations benign.

Once they had identified Ivanov and a couple of his broodlings, Parker began pulling out blueprints and other documents to start mapping out the assault.

Captain Parker was just getting ready to lay out her plan when Nordahl spoke up.

"Cap, Major, I think we've got a hiccup," she said.

She pulled off her goggles and pointed to a pair of attack helicopters that were approaching the building that they had been staking out. In addition to the two choppers, the team watched as three weird-looking armored personnel carriers (APCs) pulled up and began disgorging troops. These weren't the thugs and mobster types that they had been dealing with in the past - these were professional soldiers.

Parker looked at the reinforcements and then back down at the sketches she had made - comparing the two.

"Well," she said, "we were probably waiting for dusk, at least, to start this." She looked at Major Johnson and said, "Now, I'm thinking we'll need it to be fully dark."

He nodded to her and said, "Darkness has advantages for us - out here at least. I guess I knew it would come down to this - I just didn't expect to have to deal with the threat of escalating this into some kind of international incident until we were actually ready to deal with their president. This makes sense, though. I assume you'll do what you can, to minimize the number of military casualties that we have to explain?"

"I'm working on it, sir," she replied.

"As you were then," he said.

They left Captain Parker to plan and went back to watching the officers organizing their troops. The helicopters were circling the area, either scouting or simply providing overwatch.

"We leave a trail somewhere?" Schmidt asked. "How do they know we're here?"

Major Johnson shook his head and said, "I think we were careful enough. I think they just know that we're not at home anymore and that makes them assume that we're moving against Ivanov. We've eliminated the rest of the organization. It's pretty simple to figure out where we'd be heading next."

Johnson turned and looked at Nordahl.

"Any word from Sharma on how her day went?"

Nordahl replied, "She said it was quiet. Mala was looking for you. Sharma fed her some chicken and told her that you'd be back soon. She went back to the kits. Sharma said she'll sleep in your bed tonight - so she's nearer to Mala and the kits."

"That's probably a good idea," Johnson admitted.

Parker brought a new sketch over to show to Johnson - and the rest of C-Squad gathered around.

"The only option that I can come up with - for minimizing casualties - is to sneak in, grab the vampire(s) as hostages - and use them as a shield to get out. From there, we go mobile, fade into the brush, and deal with the bloodsuckers. I estimate the chance of that working at 20% - and that's being generous."

Johnson and the rest of the group nodded - 20% was definitely being generous.

"Obviously, the easier path is to wipe out those ground-forces first - and then move inside."

Some heads nodded; others shook side-to-side - not in disagreement with what the Captain had said - but in recognition that there wasn't much else to be done.

"The helicopters are a problem," she said, stating the obvious. "Until we get them to land, we are stuck playing cat-and-mouse - no matter which option we choose. So ... first question ... do we remove the choppers?"

Johnson looked up, through the trees, to study the two helicopters.

"We could wait for them to need to refuel," he said finally, "but I think they're smart enough to go one at a time. If they're bright enough to just swap these two for two new ones, we gain nothing by waiting.

Jimenez offered, "They'll have about 3 hours on a full tank of fuel."

Parker looked at Johnson and asked, "Any objection to waiting three hours to see how smart they are?"

The Major shook his head and said, "I'm impatient but that alone would probably tell us the amount of planning that they've put into this. We can stand down for three hours and see what develops."

As it turned out, waiting only complicated things. Two hours later, a fourth APC arrived, unloading its troops to cover the previously undefended side of the building. Two more helicopters arrived a half-hour after that.

"Well, fuck ...," Schmidt groused.

Parker and Johnson stood and watched, studying the forces amassed against them.

"No underground access?" he asked her.

She shook her head and said, "No sir."

"I'm curious if they just decided that they needed more bodies - or if it took them that long to come up with enough bodies to fill that last APC," Johnson commented.

Parker nodded.

Fifteen minutes later, the first two helicopters turned and headed back the way they had come.

A grin spread across Johnson's face. He turned to see Parker grinning as well. They both turned to Jimenez.

"Hey, fly-girl," Johnson said. "Find us an Uber to the airport and then figure out which of these girls is going to be learning how to fly a chopper."

"I can fly the bird, sir ... oh ... we're stealing two?"

Parker nodded and said, "C-Squad move out. On Jimenez."

~~~

An hour later, C-Squad had complete control of the airport - and had used up all of the zip-ties that they had brought along.