Fifty Shades of Gray: Zombie Sex Dungeon (2 page)

As the zombie’s head went for the bare bosom, Donna stuck the mace handle between its teeth, and held it at bay.

The zombie moved its head from side to side, trying to spit the bit out of its mouth. Its chin nuzzled Donna's nipple, twisting it back and forth in the struggle. She released an orgasm that brought her to the edge of unconsciousness.

As she wallowed in the warm rich feeling of satisfaction, she felt the zombie's hard erection bumping against her. She maneuvered her hips until she felt the head of its dick find her honey hole, crossed her legs behind its backside, and pulled it into her.

She felt something hard and thin enter. "What? Is that all you got? It feels like you're fucking me with beef jerky."

The zombie managed to bite through the handle, and spit the piece of wood out.

Donna froze in fear as the zombie slid forward and clamped its teeth down on her throat; leaving the dried remains of its cock broken off in her.

The spell of the wicked orgasm ended abruptly, the numbness of shock paralyzed her body. She tried to unlock her legs from around the zombie, but one of the boot buckles entangled with another, and held her legs crossed behind it.

The carnivorous cadaver continued to chew into her neck while in her grasp. Donna's cries of agony quickly turned into gurgles. Her dying moans indistinguishable from pleasure or pain.

The zombie gobbled his meal ferociously, and ate his way out of her embrace. It began to feed on her shoulder and right breast. The blood rich red meat satisfied the ache of its jaws and filled the hollow pit in its bowels.

The ghoul gorged itself on Donna's body, gnawing on bones to get every bit of meat. When it was finished, it stood to search for more.

Somehow, it knew that more of the living resided just beyond the door behind Donna's desk. It walked leaving bloody footprints on the concrete floor and then opened the door that led into a dimly lit hallway.

A series of rooms lined the long hallway. The door nearest the zombie was open, though somewhat concealed in semi-darkness. The dead walker lumbered forward, the sense of a beating heart leading it toward its next unsuspecting victim.

It took two steps into a room lit with a sparse amount of candles. Something long and hard struck the zombie's shins, causing it to stumble. It fell face first to the ground.

"You're late," the raspy vice of Lady Vixen charged. She was on top the zombie's back in a flash, and quickly snapped a pair of handcuffs on its wrist, securing its arms behind its back. "I don't like it when clients aren't on time."

She slipped a black rubber mask over its head. The mask was open at the nose to allow for air, and sported a large zipper over the mouth.

The zombie was totally powerless, held captive by the bonds of Lady Vixen.

"I'm going to teach you a lesson. This is what happens when you disappoint me." Lady Vixen cut the zombies pants off with a blunt end pair of scissors. "Where the hell did you get these clothes, Goodwill? I swear, where does Donna find losers like you?"

The zombie's withered ass now exposed, Lady Vixen discarded the pants to the side. She squirted a sweet smelling gel in her hand and greased the eight-inch dildo on her strap-on. "I ought to give it you dry. Make you take it like a real man."

Lady Vixen shoved the fake cock in the zombie's ass, and pushed it in the full length. "Do you like that? Do you bitch?"

The undead creature was confused by its compromised position. It rattled its decaying vocal chords only enough to make a moaning sound.

"You cunt, you do like it," Lady Vixen began to thrust her hips slowly. "I bet you're a manly man at home, aren't you? Your wife lying under your potbelly and hairy chest while you bump and grind your nasty ass, trying to please her with your little prick. But that's not what you want is it? No, this is what you want. This is what it feels like to get a real fuck." Lady Vixen grabbed the chain between the cuffs and pulled back on it like stopping a horse with a bridle.

The zombie moaned again, louder this time. Not out of pain, but out of frustration. The only thing it knew was that food was near, but was powerless to get to it.

Lady Vixen had increased the speed and force of her thrust so much that she felt as if she was bruising herself. The only sound in the room coming from her thighs slamming into the zombie's backside.

"What's the matter? I got my cock shoved so far in you that it's clogging your throat? Talk to me bitch. Say something, say anything."

After another few minutes of pounding, Lady Vixen rolled off the zombie and stood by its side. "Are you into this or what?"

She pulled a riding crop off a hook on the wall and began to flog its buttocks. The stiff whip whooshed through the air and slapped bare skin again and again. Still, the zombie made no sound. Lady Vixen threw the crop to the floor and turned on a dim lamp. “What? You must not get out in the sun much. Your ass looks like it has fifty shades of gray.”

She reached down and grabbed an arm, and flipped the zombie on its back. "You better speak to me or else."

The warning brought no verbal response. The zombie tried to sit up.

Lady Vixen brought her boot down hard on its chest, pinning it to the ground. "I didn't say you could get up. What happened? Did your lips get caught in the zipper?" She sat on its chest and place a knee on each shoulder. "Last chance. I'm going to unzip this stupid mask and you must beg for my mercy."

She looped her finger in the large silver ring and pulled the zipper open. The zombie's head lunged forward and it bit down hard on her hand.

Lady Vixen screamed in pain, and jerked her hand back. A chunk of torn flesh remained in the zombie's mouth.

The undead carnivore chewed greedily on the tasty morsel, smacking its thin lips.

"You sick fucker. You bit me and now…you're eating it? You need help. Hell, you need to be locked up and the key thrown away."

The zombie tried to sit up once again. Lady Vixen ran to the door and closed it behind her. Then, she locked the deadbolt from the outside with her key. She needed to find Donna and figure out what to do with that crazy she left in the room.

That son of a bitch better have enough dough to buy his way out of this, or else
, she thought.

Her hand throbbed where the ghoul had bit her. It felt hot, like it had a fever. The fever crept up her arm. She steadied herself against the wall, feeling her whole body heat up, and a warming numbness overtake her.

*    *    *

Wallace Wilkes stood naked, chained at each hand and foot to the appendages of a large X made of wood. It was his birthday and he treated himself to an all day session of decadent delights.

The door creaked open behind him, his heart raced. "Oh, good. I'm ready to taste the sting of your whip."

Lady Vixen staggered past the doorway, moving each foot forward as if she were learning to walk. Understanding none of the words the man had just spoken to her; feeling nothing but an insatiable hunger burning inside.

The man tried to turn his head to see which Dominatrix he would serve. She was approaching from behind. He could hear her, but could not move his head enough to see who it was.

This is exciting
, he thought,
She's playing me like a violin.
He started to get aroused, but the cock ring around his dick and balls held his erection in check.

He waited in eager anticipation for the pop of her whip to tease his flesh. Instead, he felt a blunt object stab him in the ass.

The strap on dildo Lady Vixen wore poked out eight inches. She walked right into him and inadvertently shoved it into his asshole as she sought to tear the flesh off his bones with her teeth.

"Hey, we're not supposed to do this now. What gives?"

Lady Vixen pressed hard against him, shoving the dildo in to the base, and opened her mouth to take a mouthful off the back of his neck.

Wallace moaned, and then sighed, "Well, if you're going to fuck me, you could at least kiss me."

Lady Vixen opened her mouth wide and peeled back her lips exposing teeth. Wallace received a most unique kiss. The final kiss of death. 

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