Fuck Zombies Pt. 02 – Erotic Horror – Free Sex Story

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My cousin was supposed to be with his security partner, Grace, but both of them were gone. I had only slept for an hour and a half. What the hell would have happened that led to this?!

I spotted the hammer that Grace was holding earlier alone on the floor, and picked it up. I clutched the shaft, having some kind of weapon against the zombies. Although, I was more concerned about finding them than getting attacked. I’ve dealt with this many times, and I could do it again. But whether they could handle it was something best left unanswered.

I could hear the zombies growling far away. The slapping had gotten louder too. Could it be that Jace was over there? I didn’t want to think about it, but I had to figure out.

I approached the male zombie that had its back turned to me. He was at the bottom of a broken escalator, buried deep in the guts of a woman who must’ve been the one screaming for help earlier. She was the only human in the area. Her screams had died down by the time I arrived.

I could see the zombie clutching her thighs while he fucked her. His decaying dick pressed so deeply inside her cunt, I could hear the squelching of their cum every time they reconnected. How the undead’s appendages remain intact from such rough thrusting is thanks to the virus alone and not having their flesh rot away for hours upon hours.

The woman’s moans were choppy and quick with this creature trying to screw a deeper hole inside her body. She was laying there, taking in the pain, but I wasn’t gonna let her suffer anymore. I prepared my hammer, raised it up high and caved in the zombie’s skull. Two more beatings and he went down, slipping his cock out from the woman. The undead gurgled on the floor and that made me want to hit him again, but he had to be dead permanently. It was just a reflex, but I had never seen that happen before.

Normally, these things would just die, not make any noises…and they didn’t look like this either…The undead would all be purple with dark veins showing all over- like a human-sized alien penis. But, this creature was white. Snow white, like he had been caked in flour…and the veins were still there but not dark. You couldn’t tell unless you got a closer look like I did. The strangest thing though? I looked at his dick, and it was still hard. 20-inches of man meat throbbing and squirting out cum post-mortem. He shot so high, it almost hit my cheek.

I banged on the supernatural dick and made a dent. Just a small dent. Was this thing made of metal? I got it to stop Cumming at least, so that was good enough for me. There was someone else I needed to pay attention to anyway.

I rushed over to the woman. Her body was mangled. The shirt she had on was torn into bits, and if she was wearing a bra then it was nowhere to be found. She was topless with cum drying on her nipples and the bottom of her was even more ruined. Cum bubbled past her swollen Pussy lips and sank into her crack. Her pants were gone too, but the panties stayed dangling on one ankle. Even with that, her looking so messy wasn’t what shocked me. It was who she was that had me really disturbed.

She was tall, wavy shoulder-length hair, with large hips and small breasts; the nipples were scraped by the zombie’s teeth. Without the bruises, her skin was a creamy mocha color. She was muscular too, more than the average woman. Could she have been a fighter like Morgan?

“Grant…” she groaned. She started saying words that I didn’t find out.

“Ceiling…others…fast…”

She started coughing after that. A speck of blood shot out her throat and her skin was becoming paler. The rapidness of her color fading was the first sign of something I’ve seen many times before: death by zombie Sex.

If you were fucked by a zombie and didn’t survive, first your skin will grow pale. Then, your eyes will turn black and lastly…well…death. Not much is known about the science behind why it happens this way, I’ve just noticed the pattern with every victim I’ve come across. They suck more than just your semen, but your entire life force.

Knowing that, I had to rush for information.

“What’s going on?!” was my first question, then I asked, “Who are you and where’s everyone else?!”

Her eyes cracked open, revealing her dark brown eyes.

“Huh…” she mumbled, “Grant?”

Hearing her say that name again, it gave me a bigger picture of the trouble I have woken up to. She nor this Grant person was a member of our group, and we were supposed to be the only ones staying in this abandoned shopping mall. Which has to mean we were infiltrated.

“Yes, I’m here,” I told her, playing into her delusion, “Where are the others?”

“Others…ceiling,” she hacked up blood on the escalator step. I couldn’t imagine how painful it must’ve been to be fucked on that thing.

“They went to the ceiling?”

“Don’t worry…” she said, “I’m okay…”

She coughed a few more times. I guessed that she had just about a minute left before the virus claimed her soul, and who knows how much time I would have if I stayed here in the middle of a feasible takeover.

“Grant!” she gasped.

“Yes?”

Her eyes watered, changing into pitch black.

“I Love you…”

I know it wasn’t meant for me, but hearing such affection come from this woman made my heart ache. It’s been such a long time since I’ve heard those words.

I examined her body again, how defiled she was. This was typical for me. She was one of many casualties to this apocalypse. I’ve left all of the previous ones behind to die. I had no choice, and even if I did, there was no point. They were dead the moment they fucked those freaks, and it was a fool’s decision to try and comfort them while trying to save your own Ass.

But at this moment, with her and I alone, I had changed my mind. If she could keep her humanity at the brink of death, then I could offer more in exchange.

I carefully lifted her body off the escalator and laid her down on the floor far away from the zombie I killed. I brushed her bangs away from her sweaty forehead and grabbed her hand, and when I squeezed it, I heard noises from above. Sounded like a massive struggle, and then Grace’s voice screamed.

She was alive, but in danger. Maybe she was with the others, and I’d be able to save them from whatever happened here.

“Stay…” the woman moaned, “They need you…”

It sounded like she was talking to me, but it sounds like she came here with a group, so I’m positive she still wondered I was Grant. Even so, her words contradicted herself. Maybe she was just as confused on what to do as I was.

Stay with a dying person in their final moments, or try to save people fighting for their lives? The answer seemed obvious, but when you’re thrusted into this, going through with what you think is right isn’t easy.

A few other people could be heard grunting upstairs too. I had to get to my people.

“Remember the tree…” the lady smiled weakly, “fun right?”

At this point, she was grasping at anything to keep me around. I could tell she was having her own battle against death. I needed to leave her alone and run, but something told me not to. Not this time.

I chuckled, “Yeah, that tree was fun…”

“We’ll do it again?”

“…Yes”

The woman let out a shaky laugh, and then with a tear rolling down her cheek she smiled even wider.

“Thank you…”

She went limp in my hand.

I held back from all urges to stay with the woman any longer. I had to focus on now. There were people still alive who needed my help. I rushed up the escalator and followed the sounds to the third floor. The second floor wasn’t as hectic as I wondered it’d be. It looked untouched, but then the third floor was something that even with all my experience dealing with some fucked-up shit, left me stunned.

Meera was stabbing a kitchen knife into the back of a man I did not know. It looked like they were hugging before she sank the knife in, making me believe he tried kidnapping her and she snuck up on him with the weapon. The man screamed so badly, I could only imagine the pain of having your flesh torn aside so fiercely, and by a woman not less. He looked like the type to have her gender play a factor into his bruised ego.

Several of my other team members had been killed. Their bodies were positioned against the wall of the bathroom. Somebody had to have purposefully placed them like that, like they were counting up how many people they’ve slaughtered in a row. I saw stab wounds on all of their bodies, and one of them had their neck snapped. Then, I saw Grace.

Her titties were bouncing violently as she was being gang banged by three men. She was stroking one of them with her hand and her mouth was sucking off another. She was completely naked and Free of stab wounds. She wasn’t enjoying this with how desperately she squirmed under them. I had no doubt about that; she wasn’t the type to throw herself at any man. She was a mother with morals. One of the most mature women I’ve met.

“Ugh! Almost there!”

Grace’s Free hand tried to hit at the man fucking her throat, begging him to pull out before she felt his Hot cum pour in her mouth. But, he must’ve loaded it into her mid-hit because just as quickly as she tried hitting him she paused and dropped her arm. Her eyes rolled in the back of her head and she went numb. The guy in her palm squirted on her chest and pulled away so her other arm would dangle too. Her legs were shaking horribly because of some other man busting his nut between them.

“Ah, I always wanted to do that…” that man laughed, pulling out of her Pussy and throwing his head back to take the sweat beads on his forehead. He had short dark brown hair, green eyes, a half-grown mustache and his voice sounded like the whiny type that was complaining about wanting to leave.

I remember his constant complaining over me being a zombie fucker; it was funny at the time, but then it clicked in my head. That guy and this guy violating Grace were the same.

He all the time came off so weak to me, unable to have a backbone and be the strong leader to the group like he wanted. All he did was hate on me for what I did, but here he was doing something more unforgivable. A pit formed in my stomach, but I pushed past it so I could run to this asshole with my hammer up high.

“EDDIE!” I howled, swiping the hammer right past his head. He lifted his hands up and dropped to the floor.

“Woah woah woah, what the fuck?!”

“The fuck is wrong with you?!” I tried hitting him again, but he kept dodging my attack. “Why are you doing this? WHY?!”

The two men released Grace on a food court table and helped Eddie survive by holding me back. One kicked me so I would fall and another took the hammer away.

“Look here, another one for the list!” The man who nutted Grace’s mouth picked me up and brought my arm behind my back, threatening to twist it. He brushed his lips along my neck, “Trying to be a big girl?”

“Shut up!” I snapped at him.

“Ooh, she’s feisty!” the other man said. He lifted Eddie to his feet, “This is your chance. One more before we hit the road?”

Eddie shook his head, “Nah, not my type.”

“Fuck you, Eddie,” I hissed, “You goddamn traitor!”

“Oh well,” the man holding me shrugged, “I’ll have a piece.” He guided me to the table where Grace was and pushed me down right beside her. The man yanked my pants and underwear down to my ankles.

“Still need one more cum and I’m all set…” his hands clawed into my Ass cheeks, and Lord knows I tried fighting him off, but he had incredible strength.

“No!” I whined, “Get off of me!”

My defiance only made him harder, he told me so as his cock sank inside.

“Oooh God…this one’s even better…” he went in as deep as he could go for someone who didn’t care to lube up before fucking a dry cunt. His cum and Grace’s spit gave him some leeway, but it still hurt the both of us. I think he liked the pain. He was a maniac who lived off the chaos. I could feel it in how he fucked me. The table shook while he plowed me into it; Grace’s body wobbled beside us, and you would think I’d scream through it, but this was nothing.

“Never…had it so…tight, ugh!” he clenched his Ass cheeks, squirting some cum in me.

Then, he went for seconds, “Just one more…fuuuck,” My world narrowed down to this moment. Nothing else was real, but this cock forcing itself into my body. Eddie and his new buddy watched until they were alerted by a scream.

This whole time, Meera was fighting for her life across the food court. She stabbed her attacker, but he was a force to take down. They were scrambling for the knife, and she was getting injured too. It was an even battle, and I don’t blame Meera for not running to help me. But, once this burly white man came inside of me again, Meera finally finished her attacker off with a stab in the heart.

Her laughter snapped me out of my trance. She was sitting on top of the man, knife deep within his chest and she cackled maniacally.

“Meera! Are you okay?!”

She looked in my direction, but it felt like she wasn’t looking AT me. She was present, but in physical form. This fight, along with whatever else was done to her, had tainted her soul and no amount of help will bring her back to her regular self.

She stood up, stared at me being fucked next to Grace and then saw Eddie and another man looking her up and down. I could assume she was thinking, “I’m already weak. My team is dead. Grace is gone, and Nyla- our main protector- couldn’t even help. What’s the point anymore?”

Meera mumbled something under her breath. I know she was religious, so she may have been talking to her God. Then, she took out the knife from the man’s chest and lifted it to her throat.

“WAIT!” I extended my arm. I was gifted with the sight of spraying blood as she slit her throat. Eddie snickered. “Damn…so much for that.”

My assaulter pulled out of me and spanked my Ass.

“What a nice dumpster…,” he smirked, “All right, boys, let’s move!”

I didn’t get here in time. I was the last one to be notified about this happening, and what’s more, I still didn’t get what happened…Why are they killing us? Why was that woman on the first floor when everyone else was on the third? What was up with that white zombie? And only 1 zombie on top of that!

There were no other monsters, just that one…the other monsters were our own kind…

I should’ve been wiser. My entire life has been chaotic before the apocalypse, so I knew how diabolical humans could be. Part of me hoped that this global issue would unite us together, but I was wrong.

“Hey Eddie…” I cooed, getting off the table, kicking off my bottoms, and taking off my shirt. I shook my breasts to the men, “You sure you don’t want me? I can make you feel really good…”

Eddie looked at me like a madman, “Hell no, what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Why not?” I went down to play with my wet lips and fondled my breast, “I’ve wanted you to fuck me for a long time. This is our only chance, isn’t it?”

“Yeah right,” he rolled his eyes, “Like I would have Sex with a zombie fucker!”

His two buddies’ eyes blew open, just as I’d hoped.

“H-hold up now!” my assaulter shouted, “You saying she had Sex with those zombies?”

“Yeah. She’s famous for it,” Eddie said, “All she likes to do is fuck them for sport.”

“Then how is she still alive?” the other man started sweating.

Eddie glared at me, “I don’t know, luck I guess. But she’s weird-“

Eddie’s collar was lifted up by the man who fucked me. There was red in his vision. He snarled at Eddie, revealing a golden tooth.

“Why didn’t you say that earlier?!” he growled, “The bitch is INFECTED!”

The traitor’s face became white as he realized his mistake, “I-I didn’t know. I didn’t know you’d really fuck her-“

“Shut the fuck up! She could’ve given me that shit!”

“Come on, Gael! It’s fine. You’re fine, I swear. It’s only when you fuck a zombie!”

“BULLSHIT!”

I watched Gael drag Eddie past me and towards the railing of the third floor.

“Fuck you! We should’ve never let you in, you fucking idiot!”

“No no no, Gael. Please stop!”

Nothing Eddie could’ve said would’ve prevented Gael’s wrath from pushing him over the railing and making him fall three stories down. I did check to confirm his death, and he had crashed beside the escalator- limbs broken and blood pooling from the head.

“Let’s go,” Gael told his living friend.

“What about her?”

They looked at me cautiously.

“Leave her,” Gael said.

“But wait,” his friend replied, “She’s the first one who’s ever survived a zombie. This could be valuable information!”

“And risk her turning on us? No way…”

“Do you have a better plan? Yasir’s already pissed off, so bringing her would give him some insight to this whole thing. Come on, man! We’ll have the others keep an eye on her.”

Gael wondered about it, “…What if I’m infected?”

“You’re not,” his friend assumed, “We know that people get infected when they fuck zombies, and she’s definitely not one of those.”

“…Fine”

They agreed that If I complied calmly, I would be taken to their location in one piece. I only went along with it because there’s still more to this that I needed to find. I wanted to know their purpose for being here because based on their conversation, it sounded more elaborate than just killing us for shelter.

I approached Grace’s body and called out her name, “Grace? Please wake up…”

She lied there, numb. We already lost so many people, and I never came across the pair I was closest to. I didn’t know if they were dead or alive. I needed to keep as many people of my group with me. I couldn’t be a total failure.

I checked Grace’s wrists, “She’s not infected. Can’t you bring her too?”

The men looked over Grace’s naked body and shrugged. “We’ll find use for her somewhere,” Gael said.

I wanted to kill him, but I had to hold back so I could have a chance of seeing my family again. I needed to uncover what was going on. Besides, if his friend is wrong and I did infect him, then I’ve already succeeded in giving him a fate worse than death. That’s enough to satisfy me.

I put my clothes back on and tried searching for Grace’s too. Gael told me to stop stalling and let her stay naked.

“Don’t tell me what to do!”

“You are making this way harder than it has to be…”

My eyes lit up in anger. The nerve of this fucking man.

“I’M MAKING IT HARD?! YOU MOTHERFU-“

A sharp pain hit the side of my throat and the next time I would open my eyes, it would be at their secret location, bound with handcuffs in front of Yasir and the Evolution.

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