Halloween Zombie Sex Fantasy
There I was on the night of the apocalypse and I swear, every living girl had already been nabbed by one of the many undead. Now in such a situation most sane guys would shoot themselves and get it over with, only I’ve never been sane. My plan was to find the cutest zombie out there and go out with a bang. It was Halloween after all, and I did not expect to live out the night anyway.
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I armed myself with a helmet and set off on my quest. I took what weapon I could find, some rope, and a lot of nerve. What I was aiming to do would require keeping one undead zombie secured down and teeth away from my flesh as long as possible. I supposed that fresher would be better, although more likely to have fluids that would ultimately infect me. Going willingly, however, might have perks, like keeping my brain inside my skull.
Seeing as my goal was not to “kill” one but capture one, I chose a net thrower. Now I figure I would have to get very lucky, but then when the chips were down, I usually was. My room was secure enough, and my van ran still, so that was two for two. About fifteen minutes into my search I found what I was looking for in the lone “scout” for a group. Female, once pretty, well still mostly pretty, in an undead sort of way, and fairly fresh looking.
I was able to net her, pretty quickly. She seemed to be OK with being loaded up into the back of the van in a mummy wrapping of netting, although I was not sure how long it would hold her. Then again, maybe it was the possibility of a meal that kept her calm. Getting her back to the secured room, out of the netting, and bound to the bed was a little more risky, because she kept trying to bite, but I stuffed a suit tie into her mouth and that seemed to stop that. I figured once the zombie sex started I’d take the tie out and let her chow down if she still wanted to, because then it wouldn’t matter.
The clothing was not a problem; a knife took care of it. Just to be fair I used the same blade on my own underwear. Well, she seemed to spark some understanding, particularly when I pulled out the bottle of lube. I knew she’d be cold, so I opted for some chemical heat to compensate. Drizzling it over her pussy seemed to inspire her to thrust upwards at me, but that could have been my imagination. She’d been in better condition, back when she was living, but beggars couldn’t be choosers here, and I was not going out to capture another one. Slapping that pussy with my cock was almost as good as it had been with my Zombie Fleshlight. Of course, next time I saw that toy, I’d be one of the living undead myself.
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