Lena dropped out of the helicopter and glided down and into the crowd, landing softly, despite dropping some thirty meters, though her large bare breasts whacked her in the face as she crouched to dissipate the momentum.
Everywhere around, there were piles of flesh and blood, the likes of which were rarely seen outside the most brutal of televised massacres, or the most popular of first-person video games. There was barely a square foot where a man didn't lay, either dead or dying, gasping his last breath dramatically, like on a modern rendition of an old civil war photograph.
The corpse of a nameless worker lay on his back, thumbing his nose at no one in particular. His vacant gaze somehow penetrating. His dress pants were down around his ankles and he was sporting a tremendous erection, which apparently was unaffected by the death of the body it was attached to.
There were literally dozens of bloody nymph bodies that have been shot up to twenty times, because they just refused to die.
One nymph had crawled nearly to the edge of the rig, leaving a trail of congealing blood behind her, before finally collapsing, her head and arm dangling precariously over the crashing waves a hundred feet below.
It was truly a terrible sight to behold, a field of death, blood and terror created from the flesh of workers and the cold, heartless body of iron and concrete that formed the once very profitable oil ring. There was a sort of subtle poetry to that, Lena thought, a unique and appreciated pain that tickled her deliciously.
It provided a sharp contrast to her long, immortal years of sex, orgies and power.
She tilted her head to the side like a curious predator and watched the pieces of gray matter that used to comprise Chastity's brain begin to pulse and crawl back towards their mistress.
The sight gave Lena an odd feeling, strangely nostalgic. It penetrated her to the core and made the breath catch in her throat.
She couldn't held staring at the bits of brain, which were writhing with the intensity of a cat watching a bit of string. She was completely hypnotized by it.
It was terrible and compelling, watching another woman go through what she did over a hundred years ago, and it was happening all around her, this terrible scene from a B-rate horror movie.
Hands crawled back onto arms, balancing on their fingers like human spiders. Bullets popped out of closing wounds, blood reabsorbed itself into the bodies of apparent corpses. Bones began to re-knit as life began to renew itself.
Lena swore loudly and spat oh the ground next to Chastity's bloody torso. She crossed herself instinctually, and then, catching herself, laughed at her sudden renewed reverence.
Chastity stirred and groaned weakly, her brain reconstituting enough to allow her to register her surroundings. Lena couldn't help but notice that the young nymph's voice was wracked with pain. She smiled and cupped Chastity's shoulder affectionately.
Nymphs who were more or less whole began to finger themselves desperately, completely heedless of the orgy of blood and death around them. Their moaning was full of desperation and longing, with an ample dose of self-pity.
On the other side of the platform, the woman Maria had been licking began to twitch and open her eyes, taking in the scene around her. She screamed and screamed. Lena felt almost as though the woman was giving voice to her own feelings, and at the same time more than anything she wanted to stuff a sock in the woman's mouth and throw her into the ocean where she belonged.
How long had Lena been a nymph? Two hundred years? How many times did she have to see the same damn scenario play out?
She was so fucking sick of women being unable to put up with their transformations. What about eternal youth and beauty and incredible nonstop orgies was so damn hard to get used to?
Though the screaming continued for a couple more minutes, before the woman finally passed out from the strain, Lena did not stop to pay it any more attention. After all, she had work to do.
The special forces team that had shot all the nymphs had left half an hour ago. Lena and her nymphs had arrived too late for revenge, but not too late to provide a little comfort to the girls who were undergoing the pain and terrible horniness associated with resurrection.
Alexandra jumped down with another two nymphs, carrying a supply of emergency supplies and rations. No matter how good the nymphs were at gathering their body parts, there would be a serious loss of blood and tissue that ought to be replaced as soon as possible.
Of course, supplies were limited, and so were nymphs with any medical training. To any mortal, it would have seemed a total waste to be giving drugs to what was obviously nothing more than mutilated corpses, but there wasn't a single mortal left on the platform to complain. None of them stood a chance of surviving the onslaught.
Alexandra nodded her head in recognition of the ancient nymph and commander and smiled at her reassuringly. She then walked of, somberly surveying the damage.
A nymph with some medical training opened an IV kit gave Chastity's re-growing head and torso intravenous fluids and morphine, before also running off to find other bodies that might be whole enough to treat.
Lena, having finished her survey and found no one in greater need of her services, knelt down and began to lick Chastity's pussy. Chastity opened her eyes groggily, and began to moan and gasp appreciatively. Lena smiled into her cunt and continued to lick as Chastity healed.
Chastity was disoriented from a combination of the pain-killer and the sudden loss and recovery of half of her brain. She went on and on, telling the long story about how she had ended up fucking both her father and brother, and how she sometimes still felt bad about that.
Lena smiled to herself. Chastity would have never spoken so openly with her under normal circumstances. The emotional closeness, no matter how transient, made Lena feel truly young and beautiful, a feeling she hadn't experienced since she lay on the beach masturbating her broken body back into shape. Plus, the story was just really hot.
Chastity began to clutch at her breasts and tug at her own hardening nipples as Lena continued to lick her to climax.
On the other side of the rig, the woman who Maria had saved looked down at Maria's tongue in her pussy. She screamed and pushed her savior away, kicking her hard in the head.
Maria, who was beginning to come around and was already in great pain, growled miserably. She sounded a bit like a wounded dog, fighting off an arrogant youngster.
"Evil, evil! You terrible bitch! You dirty slut! How dare you!" the newly transformed Nymph screamed, balling her hands into fists. Maria, who looked like she had taken a bullet in the heart winced at the woman's foul words, and for a moment looked like she was going to die.
"You fucking lesbian! Don't you know that you'll burn in hell for all eternity for what you did to me? If you're going to go about and spread your lust, you're going to have to do it to someone else! I refuse to let you taint me!" The woman shrieked in a state of mindless horror.
Alexandra gave her a good kick in the side, bound her up with a thick rope and stuffed a sock in her mouth to quiet her, taking perhaps a little too much pleasure in the action. Maria noticed in amusement that her old partner fingered her wet pussy a little while she worked. They were all beyond much sympathy for the pathetic foul-mouthed addition to their coven. Despite the lethal injuries she had suffered as a mortal, she was recovering well now, and had by every stretch of the imagination given up the right to special treatment.
The bound woman gasped and moaned and called what the two older nymphs thought was a man's name and a lot more cursing. Big fat tears began to roll down her cheeks theatrically, as if she was in the process of being sold into sexual servitude.
It was obvious that she would have trouble adjusting to her new elevated arousal.
Everywhere, the nymphs that could move were crawling on all fours, wedging their wet snatches into each other's mouths and riding them like cocks. For once, everyone wanted to be pleasured and no one wanted to give. Only after an orgasm or two would the risen get back enough strength that the act of sex became something desirable, not merely something to feed their starving bodies.
It was hours before the orgy died down enough for the nymphs to lead the newly initiated girls into the helicopters, so the clan could return to base.
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Chastity was still getting used to riding in a helicopter, and it didn't help that her newly reformed body was still aching with the aftermath of her death. Nor did she find the sight of thirty bound and gagged women weeping and riding their own heels in a continual state of supernatural frustration at all comforting.
It wasn't so long ago that she had been just like that, fighting with every fiber of her will to deny her new slutty nature. She had struggled against the currents, swimming upstream back to her home in Portland, where she had given into the temptation of sleeping with her father and brother, the two men she loved in the world more than everything.
It was still like an open wound for her, and even so much more now that she had a taste of what death felt like. The terrible nauseating sensation of the bullet to the head had brought the memory to mind with a potency she hadn't imagined possible. She felt incredibly guilty and dirty, having so twisted and perverted her relationship with her family.
Nothing more than that, not even her own unnatural sexual longing, made her so acutely aware of what she was now and everything she had given up in order to pursue her own lust and passion.
The helicopter tore across the water, and Chastity's heart leapt up into her throat with it and she blinked back tears, staring without really seeing at the mass of bound women writhing on the dirty steel floor.
