Once the chosen were marked Elubec uttered the word ‘Begin’, and all of those marked began to step into the caged dome. Cassandra knew she was committed at this point, and strode forward, catching Zara’s eyes as she went and whispering to the girl as she passed her, “Whatever happens, use that gun and get out alive. If I don’t make it, tell your father that I…”
“He’s probably dead anyway,” whispered Zara darkly, cutting off Cassandra and squeezing her hand, “Sorry, good luck Cass, don’t let em see you sweat right?”
Cassandra gave Zara a tiny smile and then entered the dome. She saw that the other chosen were disrobing, setting aside clothes, weapons, and armor, and then stepping into the center of the dome. She followed their lead, and began taking off her clothes, being sure to set her utility belt on top of the pile. Soon there were nearly twenty chosen, both male and female, standing naked in the dome, as the rest of the assembly crowded around the dome and looked in, some even climbing the bars of the cage to get a view from on high. The two thirsters walked to the center of the dome, holding between them a male human captive, held firmly in the mind-crushing gaze of the female thirster. They laid the man on his back across a small wooden table directly beneath Elubec’s quivering form. To Cassandra’s horror Elubec could be seen holding a large sword, engraved with runes and brimming with wickedness, which he held point down and dropped. The sword fell and thudded heavily into the human’s chest, pinning him to the table in a fountain of blood. The assembled ghouls, both chosen and unchosen, howled and cheered.
The female thirster knelt underneath the table to pick up the clay amphora that Zara had previously fetched, and poured a measure upon her ample and exposed breasts, using her hands to spread the oil across her stunning physique. Cassandra could not help but feel her pulse quicken at the sight of the two thirsters oiling each other, and from the look of her fellow chosen she was not the only one. The male thirster beckoned one of the female chosen to him and gripped a fistful of her hair, pulling her head back as he licked her exposed throat. Cassandra could see his enormous manhood swelling with desire, and her hand instinctively went to her crotch as she watched him stroke himself to maximum fullness. She turned her attention to the female thirster, and here eyes were met with the sight of the thirster flicking her tongue across the nipples of a female chosen and fingering her while using her other hand to stroke the cock of a male chosen who stood just behind her. Cassandra’s fingers found her own clit and she started to work it, the sensation sending ripples of pleasure through her body. It was in that moment that she sense Elubec begin to awaken his Power. She sensed the sexual energy of the lovers at the center of the dome flow upwards invisibly into Elubec. She watched as the fat man’s mouth opened, emitting a low droning sound, the vibrations of which seemed to shake the entire dome, and filling her with strength. She did not want to be discovered, so was very subtle as she reached out with her own power to gain a more clear sense of what was happening. Her vision shifted and she could see the energies that swirled inside the dome. The male thirster was fucking the female chosen standing up, holding her above his waist and ramming her up and down on his mighty member. The female thirster was on her hands and knees licking the pussy of a female chosen while being penetrated from behind by the male chosen. All around her Cassandra could see the chosen fucking each other and the thirsters. Tendrils of yellow energy flowed from the thirsters into Elubec, and from Elubec came a sort of blue lightning that continually discharged into the bodies of the ghouls. Even as the ghoul chosen fucked each other, the two thirsters found new partners, biting them and fucking them as they went, expanding the network of lightning energy. Cassandra knew that through Elubec any of the ghouls chosen who encountered one of the thirsters would be transformed.
Cassandra knew that if this was allowed to continue, night after night, that an army of masterless thirsters would pour over the land, and Las Vegas would drown in a lake of its own blood. She was one woman alone against dozens of ghouls, at least two thirsters, and an unknown Power, though she knew she had to make a choice.
As Cassandra moved boldly away from the edge of the dome towards the center, many eyes that had been otherwise occupied looked her way. Many of the ghouls in the unchosen crowd cheered and howled in lust as she made a show of oiling herself. Her own hands knew their work, as they moved sensuously across her body, pinching and caressing as she covered herself in the scented oil. Above her she could hear Elubec panting with desire as even he looked down on her. Her Power crackled beneath her skin, roaring to consume them all in a frenzy of sex and sacrifice. Knowing that if she were to unleash her Power too soon she would not have the strength to survive the battle that would ensue, and so trusted in the prowess of her body and the desire she felt burning all around her.
As the first of the chosen touched her she let herself go, and fell into the gaze of the male thirster as he worked his hand through her braids. His eyes were feral and deadly as he looked her over, his eyes passing over her breasts, toned abs, and muscular legs, rising again to fall on her neck and the vein just beneath the surface. The thirster’s fingers found her clit and began massaging it as he sank his fangs into her throat, drinking deeply of her life’s blood. In some distant part of her mind she knew that it had been a high stakes gamble to walk into a situation where the thirsters were biting participants, as no doubt the thirster would sense that she was in fact not Victor’s ghoul. Thankfully the thirster’s desire was so enflamed that he seemed not to notice, and pulled his head back after a few moments, swallowing her blood and gazing upwards at Elubec with something akin to a look of adoration on his face. Then the thirster looked back to Cassandra and forced her to her knees, pulling her down by her braids until she was eye level with his tremendous member. She opened her mouth and took him into her, breathing through her nose as best she could while he began fucking her mouth. She had to work to keep from gagging on his impressive girth, and it felt as if his cock was a battering ram. As the cock bruised the back of her throat Cassandra’s mind went to Rook, wondering once again if he was truly a good man, if he were to know what she had done tonight, or any other night, if he would recoil from her. A woman’s hands began massaging her breasts, and Cassandra became aware that the woman, a chosen ghoul, was sliding her body underneath the young warrior’s kneeling legs. Cassandra raised herself up ever so slightly, and then lowered her wet core onto the woman’s waiting mouth, the sensations of pleasure driving away her troubling thoughts. As the thirster pumped his cock in and out of her mouth Cassandra shuddered as the ghoul beneath licked her clit rather greedily, and the young warrior further moistened as she did what came naturally to her, to fuck and be fucked, godlike in her arousal. Their three bodies pulsed in union, Cassandra’s senses awash in the multiple sensations. Soon the thirster’s pace quickened, and he gripped her braids with both hands as he began to cum in her mouth. Cassandra gagged as the hot semen poured down her throat even as the thirster pulled out, and what she could not swallow spilled across her breasts as it ran down her chin. Cassandra gasped for air and ground her pussy into the ghoul’s face, watching the still hard thirster grab a male ghoul by the shoulders and push him down where she had been. Cassandra spread the cooling fluids across her body while the ghoul beneath her kept licking, and the young warrior let out a low moan as she too reached blissful orgasm.
Cassandra’s awareness became dreamlike, as her Power began to connect to each new companion. She lost herself in the tangle of bodies, the transition from one partner to another barely noticeable. Gender seemed unimportant to these creatures, as males and females were indiscriminate in who they coupled with, for all that mattered was the blood and the sex.
Cassandra was snapped out of her reverie as she heard a scream that was not of pleasure, and she saw the next stage of the ritual begin. The unchosen ghouls were shoving naked human captives into the dome, and the chosen ghouls were pulling them into the orgy. The guard who had challenged the young warrior at the gat
e gripped her waist as he continued to fuck her from behind, reminding her to keep playing the part of the dutiful ghoul. As she looked on the chosen and the thirsters began to feed upon the human captives, as the ghouls began to sprout fangs of their own. Humans were thrown to the ground and fucked violently, then torn to pieces as the ghouls frenzied in their newfound power. The two thirsters seemed more reserved, maliciously violating their victims and then killing them with a cold grace that revealed their age and experience as blood-drinkers. The visions of depravity were burned into her mind, and a fire in her belly burned brightly. There was no saving all of them, but this could not go on. This had to end now.
She tapped into her Power and send a tendril into the ghoul mounting her, and swiftly teased him to orgasm, so enraptured was he that the use of her Powers went unnoticed as he emptied himself into her and fell backwards panting. Cassandra could see that some of the chosen ghouls had already sprouted fangs, and were feeding on the humans, the atmosphere of sex swiftly turning into one of feasting. The young warrior stood and locked eyes with the female thirster, who stood at the center of the dome. The thirster did not move as Cassandra strode across the sea of flesh and blood, looking at the young warrior fiercely, her fangs dripping with the blood of a human captive who lay dead at her feet. Cassandra, moving as fast as she dared, wrapped her left hand around the thirster’s throat and kissed her deeply, running her tongue over the thirster’s fangs, drawing blood once again. The young warrior brought her right hand to the thirster’s thigh, and ran her fingers upwards to slide them into her sex-slick warmth. As Cassandra worked the thirster’s womanhood she felt the creature pause in alarm, no doubt realizing that the young warrior was in fact not a ghoul at all. Just as the creature tensed for action Cassandra pushed with her fingers, letting the gathered storm in her soul free to wreak havoc on her enemies.
As her Power blossomed the thirster was transfixed by it, the tendrils of energy lashing out in all directions, though this creature bearing the brunt of the assault. Cassandra squeezed the thirster’s throat mightily, crushing her windpipe even as her fingers brought forth the quake of an involuntary orgasm from the thirster, feeding Cassandra’s Power ever more. Cassandra leaned in and whispered into the thirster’s ear, the shouts of alarm spreading through the dome seemingly silenced in this brief intimacy, “Your mistake was dropping a sex god into the middle of an orgy.” With that the young warrior ripped the last vestiges of spirit and vitality from the thirster, who collapsed to the ground in a heap. Elubec had begun bellowing in unintelligible fury, and the ghouls who had not already collapsed from Cassandra’s siphoning assault had turned towards her. She sent energy shrieking into her limps, giving her strength and speed far beyond human capacity, and reached for the sword.
She wretched the ritual blade from the chest of the long dead human and looked up to lock eyes with Elubec. Her eyes burned with her Power and an expression of horrific comprehension fell across Elubec’s face. He screamed then, his voice carried through the microphone across the entire camp. Cassandra gathered her legs underneath her and leapt into the air, swinging her sword in a wide arc and splitting Elubec from groin to throat. She landed in a graceful crouch in the center of the dome and stood upright as a tidal wave of blood and gore showered her from above. The gathered assembly had gone quiet, from the human captives still alive to the armed ghouls who had rushed into the fray, and even the male thirster, once so powerful, seemed barely able to lift himself to his feet. Cassandra looked around her and spoke, her voice resonating with power and carrying across the camp. “I accept your sacrifice.”
The ghouls snapped out of their fugue and surged towards her, shouting battle cries and promises of vengeance. A shot rang out as Zara executed an unsuspecting ghoul with her revolver, then firing more shots as she shouted for the captives to fight back. Cassandra waited for the horde to meet her, ignoring the bullet that stung her abdomen as one of the ghouls fired at her as he ran. Raising her sword and springing forward she turned the gun aside and stepped forward and to the right as she swept her sword through the ghoul’s neck, cleanly decapitating him and rushing into a reverse strike to the ribcage of another ghoul before the headless corpse had hit the ground. Another rushed her with what appeared to be a spiked bat, only to find herself impaled as Cassandra ducked her strike and lunged with the blade. The male thirster, though weakened by her assault on his vitality, managed to advance and attempt to punch her with a claw knife. The young warrior spun on her heels and caught the attack mid-strike, her Power having tuned her senses to the point that she felt the attack coming before it arrived. She drew the sword from the body of the dying ghoul as she crushed the thirster’s hand in her own, the delicate finger bones popping one after another against the metal of the claw as she pushed the wailing thirster to his knees before thrusting the tip of her sword through his mouth and out the back of his skull. The thirster’s body went slack as the last of his life-force flowed into Cassandra, who then kicked him in the chest, sending the empty corpse skidding across the dome.
The young warrior could sense that a handful of the human captives were struggling to fight back, while most had been slaughtered or fled into the night. She could see Zara fire the last round of a shotgun into the chest of a charging ghoul, then reverse her grip on the firearm to finish him off by using it as a club. Cassandra gathered her Power to her, and with a deep inhale tore the last shreds of energy from the scattered chosen who yet lived, sending them flailing to the ground even as she surged with renewed strength. Several hard rounds struck her leg, others narrowly missed her head as she knelt down from the impact, eyes searching for the new threat. A ghoul with a semi-automatic assault rifle had started firing into the dome as he rushed to stand over the prone form of the female thirster, whose hand feebly reached out towards him. Cassandra grabbed the nearest prone body by the neck and hauled it in front of her and charged the shooter. The ghoul lost several precious moments being stunned by the bold tactic, then had no choice but to fire, most of the rounds sinking into the body shield, only one penetrating and striking Cassandra, who seemed not to notice. When she was close enough Cassandra dropped the body and hurled her sword at the ghoul, who dropped the rifle as he was knocked over by the impact of the sword penetrating his body. The young warrior cast a quick glance at the body she’d used as a shield and realized it was the guard who had been fucking her earlier, and smirked as she stalked over to the prone body of the female thirster.
Without the energy left to use the gaze, the thirster could only watch in impotent silence as Cassandra picked up the assault rifle and loaded a fresh magazine she looted from the shooter’s corpse. The young warrior then began aiming at the ghouls still fighting in the camp and began shooting them down one by one, the spent brass of the rounds falling like rain onto the paralyzed thirster. By the time the rifle went empty the fighting was over, with the surviving ghouls having fled into the night, and the three human captives who lived standing back to back just outside the dome. Cassandra dropped the rifle and pulled her sword from the dead ghoul, then promptly drove the point into the thirster’s heart, pinning her now twitching corpse to the ground. The young warrior leaned on the sword and drew upon her Power once more, sending tendrils of energy coursing through her body, re-knitting torn muscles, smoothing out bruised flesh, and mending her torn organs. Soon all that was left were several more scars for her collection. Zara approached her gingerly, and when Cassandra looked up they both could not help but to smile. “Let’s get you home.” The young warrior said as they embraced.
ACT III
It had been days since Cassandra had left the relative safety of Las Vegas to rescue Zara, and Rook had given up hope. His awareness passed in and out of wakefulness as his broken body struggled in vain to knit itself back together. The opiates of the medicae did nothing to heal him, as little was had in Las Vegas of the powerful medical knowledge of the old world, though at least they numbed him to most of the pain. He cursed his own we
akness, raging silently against the bullets that had torn through his body, leaving him to die a slow and painful death. If he’d been more of a warrior than a farmer maybe he would have been able to protect her, though the work of earth and plant had always been more his trade than bullet and blade. The refugee road from Reno was never going to be easy, though neither he nor anyone else could have been prepared for that hell ride.
They had stayed too long in Reno, he thought to himself, so much had he wanted to make a life there for he and his daughter. A bountiful vegetable farm in the middle of what was once a great city, before it was bombed into oblivion. He had been a farmer his whole life, raised in the ruins of Old LA, where he made his home and married his wife. Times were good, that is before the Corrupted. As if the thirsters in the wilderness weren’t enough, the corrupted appeared in middle of the city and spread outwards like a plague. He’d lost his farm and his wife, and he and his daughter were forced to flee to Reno. He cursed his luck then, as it was only two years later that the corrupted appeared there, driving everyone out in a matter of days. Nobody had been prepared, and the exodus was like a feeding frenzy for the thirsters that ruled the wasteland.
He awoke to the sensation of someone on the cot with him, a delicate and questing hand stroking his cock into wakefulness. He opened his eyes and was greeted with the sight of Cassandra’s tongue encircling the tip, and then slowly taking all of him into her mouth. It felt too good to be true, he thought to himself as he watched her head bob up and down, her perfect lips pressing into his pelvis and she deep throated his throbbing member. This was impossible, he kept telling himself, this has to be a hallucination from the drugs. Despite the intense pleasure a wave of nausea crashed through his senses as the drugs continued to do their work, and he collapsed. He had so little strength left, yet he managed to force himself to sit up when he felt the pleasant warmth of her mouth disappear. Instantly his head was heavy and his arms quaked with the effort, and he fell back down as he closed his eyes. They were dead, he told himself, and soon he would be too. Zara, the daughter he should have protected, and Cassandra, the beautiful stranger who had emerged from the desert in a storm of twisted metal and shattered glass.
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