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Ravaged by the Mutilated Lesbian Zombie Queen: lower torso of woman in vintage stockings and red high heels, hands bound behind back, blood gushing, red crowd of anonymous people

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Summary

When Rachel’s quiet town gets taken over by sex-crazed zombies, she’s one of the last survivors. Dragged before the zombie queen, Rachel has two choices: submit or die. Can Rachel crawl away with her clothes and her sanity intact, or will the zombie queen violate more than her dignity? A 4200 word (17 page) story of sex zombies, spanking, bondage, and gore!

Warnings: gore, erotic horror, sex zombies, spanking, undead, violence, mutilation, blood, amputation, flogging, bondage, exhibitionism, lesbian zombies, double penetration, oral, anal. Contains very strong language and explicit sexual content between adults aged 18 and over. Adult-only themes may offend or disturb some readers.

If you love gore films, you’ll love Ravaged by the Mutilated Lesbian Zombie Queen!

Extract:

They forced her onto her knees, her breasts pressed against the wooden flooring, arms and legs wrested behind her. The zombies tied each of her wrists to her ankles, until she was trussed up like meat, chest heaving, completely exposed and unable to defend herself.

The zombies in the feeding ground aligned themselves and their victims to face the stage. Heads swivelled towards Rachel as the zombies fucked, watching, waiting.

Something moved behind her. A bony hand reached between her legs, brushing her pussy. Rachel whimpered, biting her lip so as not to cry out.

She wouldn’t give them the pleasure. She wouldn’t.

There was a whoosh of air, ending with a loud smack. Rachel’s ass stung. She glanced over her shoulder to see the queen wielding her own forearm, the dead—not undead—limb held in her remaining hand. It was the dead hand that smacked Rachel’s ass, its knuckles bruising her skin.

Rachel tried to bring her ankles together, to cover herself. The zombies on either side grabbed her feet and pulled them apart, ensuring as much flesh was accessible as possible.

The undead didn’t feel pain, or exhaustion, or hunger. The queen beat her with a steady rhythm, her dead hand smacking into Rachel’s ass, legs, and back. It wasn’t long before Rachel started crying from the onslaught. Every inch of her skin was aflame, and she couldn’t tell where the next blow was going to land, only that it would be merciless.

Her zombie guards tightened their grips on her arms, until they were practically cutting off her blood supply. Her whimpers were affecting them. The one on Rachel’s right side reached a hand down to her crotch, touching herself as she stared at Rachel’s bruised ass, drool running over her blackened lip.

Occasionally the queen would stop, and brush her hand gently over Rachel’s welts, letting her feel the contrast between her hot, burning skin, and the queen’s icy flesh. Rachel’s tears flowed faster, knowing that at the end of each caress was another bone-jarring smack.

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