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Raped by Zombies
by Kelly (porngirl180@yahoo.com)

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In a world overrun by zombies, only a few people 
survive. I am one of the few, but perhaps not for much 
longer. (F/undead, nc, rp, anal, sci-fi)

***

The three of us remaining watched as the teeming undead 
seemed to gather to the building we were in. None of us 
knew how it had started; but we had all lost family to 
those bastards. 

We had food and utilities, but it was just us three 
women; no men had survived that we knew of. And it was 
only a matter of time before they found their way 
inside.

They would get in much sooner than any of thought. We 
always posted a guard while two of us slept, and we 
rotated this shift daily. But Diane had fallen asleep 
during her shift. Hadn't seen or heard the mass of 
undead bodies against the door. It was enough and the 
door gave.

They found us while we were sleeping; I'll never really 
know what happened to poor Diane on the roof.

Cold, dead hands grabbed us; the smell of rotting 
flesh. It was dark. I couldn't see. I flailed my arms, 
but to no avail. Hands. Hands everywhere. I heard Kris 
scream in horror. Blood curdling. My body was stretched 
painfully suspended some feet off the floor. But none 
were biting. 

Hands ripped at my clothes until I was nude. I was 
crying. Someone's dead fingers entered me. Cold 
violating fingers. I screamed. I was turned in the air 
and lowered on top of one of them, arms and feet still 
held. A cold; ice cold penis, hard and long slid inside 
me as I was made to straddle it. Another shoved his 
purple erection into my anus. Unmerciful. Painful. 

And the smell. I wanted to throw up but couldn't. They 
shoved, grunting and pushing into me. I tried to be 
somewhere else in my mind. Others stood around me, 
stroking themselves. Some were cumming. Even it was 
cold and lifeless as it splashed over my skin. . 

Perhaps they were acting on instinct; trying to 
fornicate with the hopes of giving birth. Renewal. 

The two inside me came and pulled out. My body was 
twisted painfully onto my hands and knees, and again 
two more cocks replaced them while a third was shoved 
in my face. I would never oblige, but it mattered 
little. He stroked it in front of me while the others 
pushed. More were cumming, splashing on my skin. 

The one in front of me came, rubbing his cock as it 
spurted against my cheeks. My stomach knotted, twisting 
as I reeled in pain. The two came in me. Replaced. They 
kept coming and cumming in me and on me. It seemed 
endless. 

My mind could no longer function. I shut down. I knew I 
would be dead soon. But I wasn't. When it was over, I 
just laid there, dripping cum. It was still dark. I 
could hear Kris whimpering and knew she had survived 
the ordeal also. I painfully crawled to her and held 
her hand. 

The sun peaked over the horizon and I could now see the 
mess that we both were. Cold and shivering, and 
bleeding. We went to the window and looked outside. 
They were all dead, as if the last life in them was 
spent. I held Kris' hand and we both began to cry. It 
was a mixed feeling. 

We walked outside; the first time we could do so freely 
in months. But this was only a reprieve. There would be 
more. I squeezed Kris' hand tight. 

The End? 

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This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author
does not condone the described behavior in real life.

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