Vampires of the Apocalypse (Harem) Ch. 02

~~~ 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.

~~~ Prologue ~~~

Welcome back! It's been a year since I wrote "Broken Myths" - the first chapter of this series. I don't normally do "catch-ups" but - honestly - after all of this time - I needed a refresher myself - so I'm providing these notes for those faithful few who have been waiting for me to give them more of Hayden Johnson and his sexy broodlings.

Major Hayden Johnson is a vampire. His physical appearance gives the person looking at him no clue about his true age. Hayden admitted to his girls that he was "turned" (from human to vampire) in 1622 - shortly after the Jamestown Massacre - making him more than 400 years old. The girls see a tall, dark, sexy man with salt-and-pepper hair who - even when he's not using his powers on them - makes their tummies flutter, their pussies tingle, and their nipples harden.

When Hayden bit the girls (to add them to his brood - mixing his antibodies with their blood - and injecting it back into their bloodstreams), their bodies immediately began to develop the ability to combat the effects of the virus that the Russians had released.

When given the options for how to accomplish their first "feeding", each of the girls chose sexual intercourse - taking the major's seed deep into their bodies. Almost immediately, they were giddy to the point of being high or intoxicated from the rush that accompanies the transfer. The girls seemed to quickly become "addicted" to their brood-master - physically, mentally, and emotionally. The major had to adjust to the changes as well.

The major's original broodlings had passed long ago. He had been getting by without a brood for quite some time. He mentioned that the man who turned him lost several broodlings at Salem (presumably at the witch trials). After that event, Hayden had decided to lay low - getting by with blood from other sources (including non-human blood).

Hayden's decision to start a brood again (after so long) was prompted - at least in part - by the worldwide release of a virus by Russia. That virus slowly weakened humans and compromised their bodies' abilities to fight injury, illnesses, and diseases.

A powerful Russian vampire named Adrik ("Ivan the Terrible") Ivanov used missiles to release the virus across the globe. One of the members of Ivanov's brood was the current Russian president - Grigori Orlov. Although it was Orlov that gave the order to launch the missiles, it was Ivanov who had developed and installed their very special payloads. The 75 year old vampire wanted to further weaken the humans - and give vampires one more advantage over the worthless "cattle".

"Ivan" recruited three young vampires to serve as his lieutenants. Codenamed "The Sickle", "The Hammer", and "The Shield", these three compete against one another to curry favor with their master.

Major Johnson and the girls of C-Squad left the US to travel to Eastern Europe after there was an assassination attempt made against the Major by one of "The Sickle's" broodlings. Hayden Johnson's interrogation of the man didn't net him much information. If the Major's Washington contact got more from the prisoner, he never passed that information along to Hayden. Presumably, the assassin did not survive that interrogation.

Following the rash of attempts (nationwide) on vampires embedded within the military, orders came down from Washington that Hayden and his team were being called up to assist with training in Poland and Ukraine. Colonel James Legato (Hayden's superior) was reticent to let C-Squad go - but Major Johnson was finally able to convince him that the operation reflected well on his command - and he ultimately relented.

The Major's team moved from their home base in the US to Gdansk, Poland via various military transports - hoping to stay well under the radar of any counter-ops teams that might have been tracking them. When they finally "put boots back on the ground" in Poland, a volleyball coach's jacket was waiting for the major - with uniforms and warm-ups for the girls. The rudimentary disguises probably wouldn't stand up to a discerning eye - but it was a plausible excuse for a group of Americans moving around Eastern Europe.

~~~ Team Members ~~~

Captain (Cpt.) Jessica (Jessi) Parker is a fair and capable leader with above-average abilities in the area of battle tactics. This Philly native was a virgin before the major gave her that first feeding. She, Basso, and Martin (the other team members who can count the Major as their "first") have bonded to their leader even more strongly than the other girls. Cpt. Parker has short brown hair, B-cup breasts, and (like most of the girls in her squad) a toned, tanned, athletic physique. She says the Major's semen tastes like chocolate shake.

Gunnery Sergeant (GySgt) Katarine (Kat) Schmidt is a brash blonde from Ohio. Her C-cups breasts are larger than everyone but Washington's - and probably a close tie with Carpenter's. Schmidt can move more stealthily than most - but not when she's talking shit with the other girls. Fierce and loud, she's also fiercely loyal. In addition to English, she's proficient in German.

Staff Sergeant (SSgt) Hilde Martin is the team's lead rifleman and firearms expert. Originally from New Orleans, Martin speaks French better than most people speak English. She can also translate Louisiana Creole but doesn't consider herself to be fluent in the thing.

Sergeant (Sgt) Reyna (Rey) Jimenez can drive or fly anything with wheels or wings, treads or tracks. From Chula Vista, California, she speaks Spanish fluently as well as English.

Sergeant Alexis (Alex) Nordahl is the team's communications expert. She's fluent in English, Swedish, German, Russian, Chinese, Spanish, French, and Turkish. She's a whiz with computers and electronics. Nordahl's family came from Sweden and settled in New York City.

Corporal (Cpl) Nicolina (Nic) Basso is from a big Italian family from Boston. Explosives and artillery are her specialties. She says Hayden's cum tastes like an ice-cold Mountain Dew.

Corporal Hailey Janssen is a blonde with a sandy-haired bob-cut and an indistinctive face. If you see this standard rifleman in the ranks of C-Squad, you probably won't find the Major anywhere around - because they're the same person. (Did I mention that vampires' ability to change their shape improves over time?)

SSgt Jasmyn (Jazz) Washington came to C-Squad from J-Squad - along with Takao. Washington is a big girl from Atlanta, Georgia - with DD-breasts and a pussy that requires the Major to bump his prick up to 14-inches before he can bottom out inside of her. Major Johnson has to thicken his prick to the size of a man's wrist to give her what she really needs during sex. At six foot two inches tall, Washington is a lot of woman - who makes a lot of noise during sex - praying to her savior for blessed release.

Sgt Kaede (Kit) Takao is a thin girl from Dekalb, Illinois, who can shoot the eye out of needle from farther away than most people could hit the broadside of a barn. Takao has long, fine, black hair that hangs to the middle of her back when it's not hidden under her cap. She's fluent in Japanese. She claims to hate Pokémon - but that's just to irritate her three brothers. She's slightly self-conscious about her flat chest.

SSgt Josie (JoJo) Carpenter came from D-Squad (the construction unit on base). She's a muscular woman whose nose looks like it's been broken at least once. The cornrows in her hair put off most people who weren't already bothered by her imperfect face. This Chicago girl is an expert in anything to do with building trades or construction. Hayden thinks Carpenter is a bona fide cutie and he loves her ferocity and tenacity. She allowed him inside of her protective shell when he asked her for a kiss during her very first feeding. She's fiercely devoted to him - as he is to her (as well as the others).

~~~ The White Eagle, The Trident, and The Bear ~~~

The backpacks that Major Johnson and the girls of C-Squad were carrying didn't really match the volleyball team attire that they were wearing. It wasn't too distracting - but it definitely didn't help shed the curious glances of those whom they passed by on the way to the tram station.

They were walking past a line of shops when Nordahl told the Major to give her some Euros. She disappeared into a store and - a few minutes later - emerged with duffle bags for everyone that were close enough in appearance to their uniforms that they would work. Everyone shifted their personal items into the new bags and folded up their backpacks to shove into the remaining space at one end of it. Soon, they were back underway.

At the tram station ticket-booth, Johnson showed the piece of paper with their destination on it to the ticket seller. Nordahl handled the questions and answers and they were quickly moving towards the platform they needed.

Several minutes later, their ride arrived and they boarded (and sat) together. The Major quietly passed the word that they had more than seven hours of travel ahead of them. He split their 10 members into 5 teams - each taking watch for an hour and a half while the others tried to get a little sleep. He warned the girls that he didn't know how much rest they'd be getting once they finally met up with their contact.

~~~

Nearly eight hours later - after a twenty minute walk - the "volleyball" team arrived at the apartment that they had been directed to. They entered the security code on the keypad, removed the key from the lock-box, and unlocked the front door. The girls quickly moved up the stairs - spreading out throughout the place, confirming that it was empty and analyzing points of ingress and egress.

The next order of business was for Nordahl to scan for bugs while Carpenter built a small fountain that continuously streamed water down over a pile of detritus - into a basin where the water waited to be recycled over the piece once again. The fountain provided enough "white noise" that basic conversations inside of the apartment would be difficult to overhear - even with advanced technical equipment.

Several minutes later, the doorbell buzzed. Major Johnson checked the door camera and found a delivery person standing there. He descended the steps - with Schmidt right behind him - and Takao at the top of the stairs.

The package was for "Coach Johnson". Hayden scribbled a meaningless signature on the young man's tablet with a stylus that he pulled from his own pocket, ignoring the one offered by the kid. He handed the package to Schmidt - who took it up the stairs for Basso and Nordahl to analyze and open.

The package contained a tablet PC - which automatically booted up - hooked itself to the internet - and created a VPN tunnel to their contact.

"Bella" had dark naturally wavy hair that hung just past her shoulders. She dressed like some kind guerilla or freedom fighter. She had a small but distracting scar on her left cheekbone. Her eyes were tired looking - and never seemed to stop scanning her surroundings. She gave off a feeling of competence - but the endless search for problems or issues made her seem more paranoid than just tense.

The girls stood outside of the field of view of the camera - but close enough to search the screen that the Major was facing so that they could offer feedback when they discussed the call after it ended.

Finally "Bella" wrapped up her instructions - and the leads that she had on The Sickle's possible locations - and closed the call.

"Thoughts?" Hayden asked.

"She looks twitchy," Basso summarized.

Several heads nodded.

"I assume that her operations are not going as well as she'd like - or she's naturally an intense worrier," Parker added.

"She was more nervous with the tech than I would have expected," Nordahl commented, "considering that our tablet presumably came from her."

"Could have been a subordinate," Takao offered.

"True," Nordahl agreed.

Major Johnson looked around at the girls.

"We are sitting in the biggest town that's basically at the corners of Poland, Ukraine, and Belarus," he told them.

"Bella?" Schmidt asked.

"Yeah," he said, "I assume that's where that codename came from."

"The Sickle is in Belarus?" Martin asked.

Johnson nodded and said, "Belarus and Russia have been allies for a long time. Obviously, Poland is no friend of Russia - and relations between Ukraine and the motherland have been tense for a while - despite the fact that many of their people claim Russian citizenship instead of Ukrainian."

He took a swallow of water and continued.

"I'm guessing that they believe she's operating out of Belarus because that puts her close to the borders of Poland and Ukraine and gives her faster access to public transportation - with little scrutiny over her agents as they shift across the lines of engagement."

He paused, waiting for more questions.

"What's our plan?" Parker asked, finally.

"We know that Ivanov, the Sickle, the Hammer, and the Shield are all vampires. We don't really have any intel beyond that. You heard Bella. She's currently focusing on those four - but primarily on "Ivan" and "The Sickle" - whom she says is a woman named, "Varinka Dmitrieva".

"The Sickle sent Kolzak Semenov to assassinate you?" Nordahl asked.

"Presumably," Hayden said, nodding.

"Would you be able to recognize her scent or anything - based on that taste of breastmilk and blood that you got from Semenov?" Schmidt asked.

The Major shook his head and said, "I don't think her scent would be enough - but maybe. If I tasted her milk or blood again, I probably could - but if we're close enough to get either of those ..."

"Then hopefully, she's dead," Parker finished.

Major Johnson nodded.

"The plan?" she asked again.

"Bella intends for this city to be our base of operations for as long as it takes to eliminate The Sickle - and maybe take a shot at the others - although I'm not convinced that they're in Belarus. I'm actually not that overly confident that Varinka Dmitrieva is there either - but I guess we'll find out. First off, I want to know if this apartment will do what we need without exposing us to undue risks. Once we've decided that this is the place, I want a tech-base to gather information and coordinate three or four-person teams to do reconnaissance and possibly carry out the removal of any broodlings that we turn up while we're searching for the vampires."

The girls nodded.

"In the meantime, I want to pound some things into your brains until they become second nature to you. You are, already, probably capable of taking out the average broodling one-on-one. You saw me take down Semenov. Even though he had the drop on me, I had him tagged and bagged without too much trouble. I don't want any of you going down that easily - because the only bag you'll get from them is a body-bag. You are too important to this team - and to me - for me to risk sending you to your deaths. I intend to turn all of you into vampire-hunting experts who come and go without the vamp's brood even knowing their master is gone until feeding time has long since passed."

Parker, Nordahl, and Schmidt took some cash from the Major and went electronics shopping. Martin, Jimenez, Basso, and Takao grabbed a little money and went grocery shopping. Johnson, Washington, and Carpenter rearranged furniture to make the three bedroom apartment better suit the needs of the team. One bedroom became the tech-center. The other two were rearranged to handle the number of bodies that would need to occupy the beds.

By now, the team was comfortable snuggling together in close-company - even while the Major gave them their feedings. When it wasn't their turn to feed, it was not uncommon for the girls who were relaxing near one another to kiss, cuddle, caress, or tease a finger into a slit or orifice as they watched or listened to the Major and whoever it was that he was licking, sucking, or fucking.

The furniture in the main living area in the apartment was rearranged to become their classroom and briefing area. The Major had already warned them that he was going to melt their brains with an overload of material. He had countered the groans by saying that the girls that demonstrated the quickest and most complete understanding and implementation of his training would receive bonus feedings - in front of the rest of the class. That statement sealed lips - well - the upper ones at least. The girls' lower set of lips had immediately begun tingling with the thought that they might get a little extra attention from the Major.

~~~

Once the Major's work-team had done what they could to inhibit people seeing into the apartment, they did a quick walk-around on the ground to look for drainpipes, ladders, or anything else that overly-curious neighbors or counter-agents could use to reach the rental unit. As before, Carpenter did most of the work - or oversaw it as the others pitched in (including the Major). He did "lollygag" a time or two - just enough to give her an excuse to swat him on the ass and give him a sharp word - or the nip of her teeth at the edge of his jaw - which had her nipples as stiff as steel pins - thinking about how she wanted his teeth nipping at her body instead. Washington swatted Carpenter on the ass and told her to stop thinking so hard about fucking the Major because she was oozing desire and making it hard for her to focus.

The two "away teams" returned to find Hayden and his teammates celebrating an early victory over finishing their tasks. Major Johnson was on his back on the floor. The two women were mounted on top of him - one on his face - and one on his groin.

"I told you guys we shouldn't have taken so long," Nordahl complained.

Schmidt quickly closed the door as a piercing scream erupted from Washington - whose wide hips and thighs were covering the major's face and head.

"Dear, sweet, sweet Jesus!" the heavy gunner barked. "He's licking my cervix!"

She gasped - and then her eyes rolled up into her forehead and she collapsed.

Kat Schmidt rolled the big black girl off of their superior officer's face - to make sure he was still breathing. He was. He was actually giggling - and his tongue - which looked to be at least a foot and a half long - was still thrashing around within the unconscious soldier's twat.

"... the fuck?!" Schmidt gasped.

Parker's eyes were wide - thinking about what that tongue would do if even half of it was buried inside of her. It appeared to be prehensile - able to be moved in whatever way the Major chose. Without thinking, she began undoing her belt. She HAD to know what that tongue felt like. Nordahl caught her movement and quickly set down their purchases to follow the captain's unspoken orders. Schmidt was still standing there, slack-jawed. Her finger was slowly tracing up and down the crotch of her pants - creating a furrowed crease there. Carpenter gasped and Schmidt turned to see the Major's hands on the girl's hips, pounding his cock into her.

"No!! No bigger! Oh, fuck you, sir!" Carpenter complained.

"Here it comes, my queen," he purred.

The thickly-muscled girl's body shuddered and she laid herself forward - onto him - finding his lips with her own - and kissing him tenderly.

"I fucking love you," she purred - even as she finished shuddering through her climax.

"I love you, too, beautiful," he whispered in reply, as he teased his fingertips through the cornrows that plaited her skull.

Carpenter looked up into his eyes - her orbs full of adoration. That adoration was reflected in his as well. He tenderly gripped her chin between his thumb and forefinger and brought her lips to his once more.