Zombie Sex Slave

Warning: This story contains descriptions of torture. If you are a minor or are easily offended by this type of content, then please do not read.

 

Zombie Sex Slave: Part 2 - Severing Connections

 

It was time to prepare for the most delicate and dangerous part of the plan. Evelyn would pull her Subaru around to the back of the building, while Debra got the drugged up girl ready to go. Kim was nodding in and out of consciousness, and while this was fine for the time being, it would be much better if she could walk on her own. Debra reassured Kim that she was just having a reaction to the drug and everything would be fine – it was just a harmless and fairly common side effect to the drug, and that’s why they needed to do these tests. Evelyn and Debra were taking every precaution just in case the plan had to be abandoned and Kim somehow regained her memory (though that was an unlikely set of circumstances as Evelyn was quite methodical and had the proper dose calculated).

 

Debra was certain this girl was completely straight. That fact would make this endeavor even more exciting. The poor girl had probably never thought of being with another woman. Kim would soon learn that men were something of the past. Debra had been with very few men and most had been early on in high school. She thoroughly despised them now, and her last encounter with a man was unquestionably the final one. He had raped her, but they parted on her terms…

 

 

 

He had come in through the dining room window. Sometimes it paid to take your time and check every window around the house, since much of the time at least one was unlocked. It always pissed him off to have to break a window, and then, after entering the house, find that a window or door was already unlocked. He was more careful now, about everything. Prison wasn’t that bad, it was registering as a sex offender, taking those fucking classes, and then living in a goddamn sex offender house for an undetermined amount of time that sucked. Those fucking case workers, always wanting to know how you felt, what you were thinking…if they only knew! Assholes!

 

The whole experience left him pissed, and he was ready to seek his revenge again. These bitches thought they were in control - that they ran things in this world, and it was his job to show them, one by one, that they weren’t. Fuck, they even had female prison guards…he couldn’t fucking believe it! Well, he would show at least one woman just who was in charge in a minute. He had been noticed this little firecracker while he was scoring some shit from the park. Her house was right across the street from where the deal was going down, and he had to keep an eye out for cops. He watched everyone suspiciously, he was very attentive.

 

She drove up to her house, and quickly glanced over at him and his boys. Fucking prissy-assed white bitch thought she was better than him, he could tell. The wheels started turning almost immediately. The drugs were secondary now; there was another, more important addiction to feed.

 

Now he was standing in her fancy dining room. He would have loved to just sit down and crank up the TV, and have the bitch come out and find him, but it would be even better to wake her up as he stood over her bed, watching the panic well up in her eyes as she realized what was going to happen. Really the only thing he had to watch for was a dog. He hated fucking dogs. That’s how he got caught the last time…he managed to kill the fucker, but she had already called the cops and he was hurt. He should have killed the bitch too.

 

No, this cunt had no dog; he just walked up to her bed and watched. He was hard as a rock. Thanks to the Viagra he took, he no longer had the problem he used to while doing this. Wasn’t science fucking wonderful? No longer would he have to use other objects (although that was fun too), he could instead just keep fucking her in every way imaginable until HE was too sore to continue. He still couldn’t cum, but that could wait till later.

 

She started stirring. It was weird; some of the bitches seemed to know something was wrong even when they were asleep. He kinda thought that was cool. They should do a study on that or something: he could be put in a room while some were asleep and rape the ones that awoke. Maybe they could pay him good money to help out with that research. Damn. He had great ideas sometimes.

 

Going over his thoughts, he realized that the bitch was looking at him. She gasped a bit from the shock but quickly recovered…she wasn’t a screamer. She didn’t ask him what he was doing. That always pissed him off - dumb cunts, what the fuck did they think he was doing there? Admiring their beds? He ripped off her covers and held his knife out for her to see. She was dressed in a T-shirt and panties. Before he could tell her to strip, she began removing her panties. “Hello.” She said.

 

Alarm bells started going off in his head. “Shut the fuck up!” He growled as he slapped her hard in the face. She was acting all wrong. The alarm bells had gone off several times before, the last time was in the house with the dog. He probably should get out now…but damn, she was fine. He had to hit that. Fuck the bells, they had been wrong before. They were ringing with his heartbeat; they pulsed in his brain…

 

clang…clang…

 

He grabbed her, putting his knife at her throat, and pulled down his pants. Her legs were… already spread?  What the fuck? Was this whore into this? It didn’t really matter, but she even seemed to help guide his cock in. She wasn’t wet, so he had to ram himself in…this hurt her, he could tell. It usually did, since he was well endowed, but this bitch’s cries were confusing. Were they cries of pain, or something else? He pounded harder, egged on by her noises. He was ripping her, yet she wasn’t resisting!  Fuck, she was even pulling him to her…

 

Clang…Clang…

 

Soon she was doing the work. She was in control. The crazy fucking bitch was helping him rape her, but with ice in her eyes…how fucking weird was this whore? Although he didn’t like the feeling of her being in control, he couldn’t help himself; she was really fucking him hard. He would have to come back for more of this pussy after tonight! This kept on going for a long time and he was starting to get tired, he wanted to lie down. She could sense this but she wasn’t done yet. She started to flip him over…

 

CLANG!…CLANG!…

 

She was on top of him screwing. The fucking bitch was the horniest he’d ever met. Where was his knife? Oh yeah, it was by his right hand. If he needed it he could always grab it. She seemed to be out of breath for the moment. Then she stopped. She was smiling at him.

 

CLANG!!  CLANG!!

 

The movement was so swift he almost didn’t see it. He thought he saw the shimmer of his knife fly by but he would never be certain. He tried to lift up his head to check, but the tendons had been severed along with his trachea and carotid arteries. Instead, his head bent back and opened up the wound mimicking an obscene second mouth, a bright-red laughing smile. In trying to raise his head, the severed tendons caused the lip of the wound to curl and the arteries pointed towards the ceiling. As he lay staring at the ceiling, he was amazed at how high the blood spurted up…it seemed to almost hit the ceiling at first, but now it was much, much less. At least that damn clanging stopped. He was annoyed at the blood pooling in his eyes from the red rain, but he didn’t have the energy to do anything about it…it didn’t matter that much anyways as it was getting dimmer…

 

“I’m going to call the police and take a shower.” He heard the bitch say before the last bit of blood drained from his brain. “I hope it was worth it. It was for me.”

 

The police found her cowering in the shower, crying hysterically. She had to at least keep up the appearance of someone devastated by the attack.

 

 

This incident had literally severed any possibility of Debra ever being with a man again. The memory of it elicited different emotions at different times; sometimes she felt violated and sickened when she thought of that night, but at other times she felt that rush of power she had felt when she looked into his surprised eyes and watched as he finally understood...Debra took the control from him and almost sliced his head off with it. Ever since that event, it was her goal to forever remain in control of any situation.  What she did not fully realize was that, in this new obsession with control, she had become a predator herself – much more refined. but ultimately no less single minded.  She relished her ability now to assert dominance and control over unsuspecting victims…even if she had to share some of that with Evelyn. But it was as erotic to watch Evelyn play her “games” with the sorry girls as it was for Debra to play with them herself. That’s why their relationship worked…they fed off of each other.

 

Debra stroked Kim’s hair as she waited for Evelyn’s call. It was hard to stop from taking the girl right here, but she had to wait. She continued to assure Kim everything was fine. Finally Evelyn called - she was waiting.  However, it was obvious that Kim wouldn’t make it on her own power. Plan B: Wheelchair. While this could attract more attention, it was now a necessity.  Debra Loaded Kim into the chair and locked the door.  It was Showtime.

 

Debra’s heart was pounding so loud she could hear it in the elevator. Finally she made it all the way down to Evelyn’s car without spotting a single person. Evelyn was clearly disappointed when she saw the wheelchair, but sprung into action to help. Quickly Kim was ushered into the car and Evelyn pulled out. “How did it go?” asked Evelyn.

 

“I think we have ourselves a subject.” Debra smiled back. “Are we really doing this?” She asked. It seemed like a wonderful dream. The anticipation reminded her of Christmas as a little girl. “How are you doing, Honey?” Evelyn asked, laughing as she looked at the semi-conscious form of Kim in her rear view mirror. The fun they could have while accomplishing some major research was a win/win situation, and if the research didn’t pan out, they would still have a slave to keep as their own. Kim was not some temporary sub who mistakenly thought she was willing to suffer under Debra and Evelyn, only to find out she got more than she bargained for. No, Kim was the real deal. No games…at least no games from Kim.

 

As the car continued down the highway heading closer and closer to Kim’s final destination, the other two women were silent, lost in thought but occasionally glancing at each other with gleaming eyes. Neither woman could keep the smile off her face as each mulled over dreams and ideas that could finally be realized.

 

Dark clouds rolled in from the west in a dramatic punctuation to the events that were occurring, as Evelyn’s Outback and its three occupants pulled into her massive estate. As the two women loaded Kim into the wheelchair a light rain began to fall. Kim was not fully aware of the rain hitting her cheeks, and she quietly slipped into unconsciousness. The raindrops ran down and fell off her face like artificial tears as Debra wheeled the newest occupant into Evelyn’s house of horrors.