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First they eat your boyfriend, then when they're full and there you are, naked and bound, oh boy! (MF, nc, rp, bd, sn, nec, can, v) *** Stan's brains still dripping bloodily from his putrid chin in thick, gory clots, his festering stomach blissfully filled with fresh human flesh, the zombie gazed idly over the room. Stan had had no time to scream, Nancy had only heard some thuds and grunts. Her only source of unease was impatience, as she waited, bound tightly to the bed and naked. Even if she could somewhat peek under her blindfold, the room was too dark for her to see anything through that narrow crack. She'd have to take out the garbage after they were done, she thought, something smelled terrible in the room… She cursed Stan for being so damn slow: she was being distracted from that hot kinky sex they had been planning! The zombie stared at her, lengthily, surveying the vulnerable, female form that breathed softly on the bed, teasing him. But his bloated stomach would not take another bite of this delicious human meat, he would have to let her be... yet, some long forgotten instinct excited his decaying neurones. He remembered another kind of hunger, one which found its fulfilment in the body of women. Nancy didn't identify, at first, what exactly was wrong, when the bed's springs finally creaked under her lover's weight. She shivered in expectation as soft touches hinted of his advance, and when a lustful hand trailed shamelessly across her most intimate parts, she allowed a deep gasp to show her arousal. Sure, Stan's hand clearly felt cold, rough, and slimy, but with all the accessories they had been involving in their enactment of their secret fantasies, there was no telling what he could be using right now. And she was not about to ask! Stan knew what he was doing, she was not going to "safeword" on so little. The undead lover greedily smelled Nancy’s personal odours. The living, pulsing meat and the delicate treasure of womanhood assaulted his dulled senses on two fronts at once. Because he could not feed right now, he allowed his older desire, one utterly forgotten till mere moments ago, to take over. Nancy concentrated on the sensations, trying to identify them. The cold, oddly textured hand caressed her skin, grabbing her breasts. The fingers played with their soft flesh, trying to seize it as it yielded under their touch, out of their slippery grip, offering only the hardened nipples as sure handhold. The damp, tattered fabric of his clothes hung down, brushing lightly against her belly and legs as her man slowly advanced over her figure. The chills this soft tickling aroused through her body were quite pleasant. Her breathing was getting quick and shallow, her limbs trembled in avid expectation, oh, how she wanted him! Yet, at the same time, she began to feel uncomfortable. Normally, she had a good idea of what Stan was up to despite his best efforts to surprise her. Even indulging in their somewhat perverted ways only brought so much variety, the best efforts could not keep their repertoire of sexual acts from getting predictable over time. But now, she had no idea where this was going! The way the mattress bent down under his weight as he crept up on top of her was just wrong. Stan was heavier than this! Did he dare invite a friend to fuck her? “Stan? What are you doing?” She called his name several times, but he wouldn’t answer. She began struggling, but the ropes binding her hands and legs to the bed posts held tight. The knots were good, they would not loosen. She writhed and tried to resist, to no avail. Her limited motions couldn’t keep the stranger’s hands from exploring every centimetre of her skin, a cold sensation betraying the thick liquid they left behind. She finally succeeded at making him lose his balance, however, and he fell right on top of her. Flaccid, decay-loosened, terribly cold flesh slapped hers. The revolting sensation almost made her hurl. When she began screaming, the stranger pressed his hands against her mouth, almost choking her. She suffocated not only from the obstruction, but also from the powerful smell of carrion. It became overwhelming without distance to dull it, she could even taste it! All the air she had managed to suck in through that fetid barrier was wasted as she screamed even louder, when he finally lifted her blindfold. The night couldn’t conceal the whole of the horror that was now facing her. Dead eyes stared into hers from a filthy skull, bone partially bared as skin had rotted away, torn from the ever hungry jaw that had forced a flesh that yearned only for eternal rest to work again. Light reflected on the undead predator’s bared teeth in sharp contrast to Stan’s blood, coal black stains in the dark. More blood soiled her own body, tracing the monster’s path up her form. As the zombie straightened itself, dirty maggots remained on her, wriggling happily around the bloody clots which would feed them better than their last host. Through her terror, a morbid fascination for the putrid, almost skeletal fiend that had taken Stan’s place came to her and forced her into a relative silence. She was quiet, transfixed, until her most tender parts were violated in their turn. Her previous arousal had made her quite wet, allowing the zombie’s withered yet hard manhood easily into her. It soon slipped ever more smoothly as the motion rubbed her fragrant liquid into the mouldy membrane that was once skin. It swelled with replenished moisture, not quite enough to soften, but enough to turn a mixture of dried fungi, insect feces, rancid fat matter and less identifiable substances into a thick lubricating slime. Stan’s blood played the same role between the bodies and limbs of the comely woman and of the animated corpse, slippery but turning sticky as it dried slowly. Nancy had every reason to scream, and did so! Her hideous lover no longer bothered trying to silence her. Hyperventilating, she almost fainted. Her consciousness slipped just long enough for her dizzied mind to acknowledge what her body was telling her: this creature, as ugly as it was, was actually pleasuring her. It fared better in bed than Stan could have ever dreamed of! By the time her mind cleared, she had to fight back an avid grin, still reluctant to confess the unholy pleasure she found in this. More and more, she felt compelled to surrender to it. The zombie, although happy to rediscover the joys of the living, felt his insatiable hunger flare up again. He was increasingly tempted to devour the youthful flesh that was already pleasuring him in another way. He wanted the woman to continue squirming under his body, eating her would soon enough lead to a disappointment, his dim mind could still figure that out. He rose, leaving her trembling on the bed for a moment, picked up Stan’s cadaver and threw it on top of her, right across her chest before resuming his carnal act. Despite making good knots, Stan was not the kind of asshole that would have tied her tightly enough to hurt, so while her oppressor was away, Nancy managed to pull one hand free. The unexpected drop of her slain boyfriend on top of her abruptly cut her evasion attempt short. He was rather heavy, even partially eaten away, and the time to throw him off her self would largely allow the zombie to thwart her evasion attempt. Undead teeth tore at the still warm body, spilling the blood it still contained over the female lying beneath it. Although she quickly became as aroused as before her intercourse with Stan was interrupted, or because of it, Nancy was not ready to give up on freeing herself. While the monster leaned down to take another bite, she swung her free hand and grabbed the back of his head, as if to drown him in his own meal. For a moment, she thought she could actually choke him, but the zombie didn’t need to breathe, a face-full of his favourite food was only a treat to him. The thin hair she was pulling at gave out easily, along with a small patch of skin, and the zombie was free again, unlike her. He grabbed her arm, and from the look he gave it, she thought he was about to take a bite out of it. But he only held it so she would not be attacking again, and he continued making love and eating at once. She could have tried to hurt him again, as his attention was slipping, but so was hers, and when her wrist was released, all she did was feeling the contours of that hideous face before her eyes, returning some of the caresses she enjoyed so. Smiling, she raised her knees as far as the rope would allow, around the delightfully cold legs of her lover, opening herself to further coital pleasure. The zombie’s sex was not as inventive as Stan’s was, but the very being giving it was in itself a gift. Her desire mounting beyond anything she had ever imagined, so did her pleasure. All reluctance was forgotten as she struggled with the sensations, wanting to push them away and to seize them fully at the same time. The sensual frenzy burned through her veins like a poison, leaving no thought but that impossible lust to animate her trembling body. Frantic, she grabbed Stan’s limp hand and squeezed it against herself as if in fear of falling down. The living dead made a more tenacious lover than most men, and she had the time, watching him satisfy his hunger just as he pleasured her, to grow greedy of the dead flesh he had laid on her chest. She licked and bit and sucked Stan’s hand, eager to share her new partner’s feast. She rubbed her face against it, moaning with lust, then sucked his finger into her mouth again, deeply as if to swallow him. Her exaltation of the mortal clay was unfulfilled, however, as her teeth were hardly sharp enough to break the skin. Pulling the limb up, she found a hole, one of the zombie’s first bites. She tasted it and found the inner flesh to be soft and succulent. The abundant muscle which had made Stan popular with the girls now easily came off in large bites, slightly tainted but not fouled by the fluids his assassin had left. Frantic to share all of his pleasures, Nancy pulled hard enough to free her other hand, dedicating it to the discovery of the loved corruption on her new lover. With the other, she still maintained the fresher corpse for her act of cannibalism. Soon enough, she was scattering blood and shreds of flesh just as wildly as the zombie. At the same time she lifted her bottom to allow her mate to penetrate her deeper. Their faces were close enough to kiss, but raising from their buffet would break a more intense form of intimacy. Her stomach not fit for this kind of nourishment, she was soon full. She pushed Stan’s body down a bit so she could straighten herself, reaching with her mouth to lick the bitterness of putrid undead flesh. The taste and smell no longer revolted her: in her fevered mind, decay had become the ultimate celebration of carnal joy. She had swallowed, and absorbed through other canals, enough of the unnatural being’s fluids. If popular culture was right, soon she would be as him! The unworldly toxins were indeed spreading through her veins, accumulating in her brain. The zombie tossed Stan’s cadaver aside and grabbed Nancy’s chest in a frantic embrace, himself too becoming submerged in his own kind of ecstasy, experiencing more sensations than any of his kind was ever meant to know. Slower, but more powerful, his strokes drove the woman near orgasm, and she in her turn squeezed his ribcage. The rotting tissue connecting the ribs split under the pressure of her embrace, allowing blackened liquefied entrails to leak out in a fetid pool. She allowed the tarry sludge to cover her breasts. More! She wanted more of the cold decay, more bared bones and peeling flesh, and more undead craving! Since the room was already ill-lit, one could not say that, when she climaxed, everything went black, but her consciousness did fail her. Similarly, one could not say that she woke up later, since the zombie’s infection had done its work upon her body and mind. She no longer belonged among the living, except to hunt. Raising into her new existence, she yanked her feet free of the ropes rather than trying to untie them, and went to look for her wonderful lover. Yes, she would be as him! And there he was, crouching nearby, gnawing Stan’s bones clean. She yanked him away from the remains, not wishing to part from him, and wandered into the street. She was getting hungry. END ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ This story was written as an adult fantasy. The author does not condone the described behavior in real life. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ Kristen's collection - Directory 54