I screamed into the rotting hand that covered my mouth. I thought to myself, 'Why is this happening? What is going to happen to me?'
Then I heard a low moan. I looked up between my legs and there it was - the zombie. That hellish grin came across his face as he looked at me. Then he moaned out that familiar word, "Pussy."
The two hands that had torn off my blouse and bra began milking my breasts. They squeezed so hard I thought my breasts would burst. Squeezing, relaxing, squeezing, relaxing, over and over like a damn machine.
The zombie kneeled between my legs and with one of his hands he tore off my yellow flowered panties.
My muffled cries went unheard.
He opened the folds of my pussy and ran his blood soaked tongue deep into my soft wet girlhood. I screamed as the ice cold tongue violated my hot wet crotch. I could feel his tongue lapping at my outer lips then going deep inside, lashing at my inner pussy walls.
As I cried, he continued eating me out. He pulled his tongue out of me and then began to suck on my clit. My belly tightened as he suckled on my button. My breathing was getting faster and the hands that were milking my breasts got faster too. I could feel my body building to orgasm.
'How can this be?' I thought. 'Am I really going to orgasm for my undead rapist?'
I did just that. I came so hard I thought I was going to pass out. My arms twitched and my legs tightened then relaxed again. My eyes rolled back as I moaned into my undead gag. The zombie just watched me orgasm for him. Him with that grotesque grin on his fucked up face.
When I finished my orgasm, I felt sick to my stomach. I wanted to throw up. I looked at the blue rotting thing between my legs and wanted to kill him. That is, if you could kill something that was already dead.
The hands on my breasts never stopped milking me. My breasts were very sore from the continuous squeezing.
I looked at the zombie and he placed his ice cold hands on my hips. I couldn't believe what he was going to do to me. But it was true. He was preparing to mount me.
I pulled at my wrists to get him away with no success. I was spread wide open and my knees were held firm. He put his face in front of mine and moaned, "Pussy." Then he thrust his ice cold, hard cock up inside my hot wet snatch.
I screamed as he raped me.
With the blood from his mouth dripping onto my neck and his eyeball dangling down and bumping against my cheek and nose, I thought I was going insane.
Still he kept pounding into my pussy. Hard and slow, his rotting cock felt like a thick icicle slipping in and out of me. Pushing his rape tool in as deep as he could in my abused cunt, his breath was a cross between strong blood and feces.
He bit down on my left nipple. I cried in pain as he sank his broken teeth into my breast. Still the undead hands kept milking me for him. He was sucking blood from my nipple as he poked inside me.
I felt so sick that I turned my head and vomited.
Copy & paste to friend: (Click inside box; Ctrl + C to copy; Ctrl + V to paste)
read more blogs!