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Just a Halloween dream?
One day before Halloween.
Brigitte a 51 year old blonde mature wife, was decorating her house in the suburbs of Basle
for the next day. She had placed different pumpkin heads in her garden, put stickers of
vampires and monsters to her windows and knotted a net with a big black spider sitting on to
the small roof which covers her entrance door.
She was sitting in her living room, drinking coffee and thinking about her costume for the
next day. The still sexy looking mom of a 22 year old boy planed to wear some kind of leather
suit with chains around her body and a make up like a zombie.
The front door bell rung, Brigitte awoke from her Halloween day dream and wondered who
could come to visit her. Her son, still living at the basement flat was on vacation and her
husband would not use the bell. As she opened the door, she cursed her husband for not
installing the door viewer she requested long time ago. In front of the door an old man with
dirty and worn out cloth was standing. The first thing Brigitte recognized was the strong smell
from urine, waste and alcohol.
“Wish you a pleasant afternoon, Ma´am. Would you be so kind and give me a slice of bread
and a glass of water and maybe a few cents for a bed at the salvation army?” the old man
asked with a mild voice.
“Sorry, but I don´t give anything. And I´m sure you´ll spend each cent for snaps instead for a
bed. Leave my ground.” Brigitte replied with an angry tone.
“This is not the Christian education I thought to find begging for help” the poor man tried
again.
“I said leave my ground or I´ll call the police! Piss off you skunk!” the woman answered.
Brigitte slammed the front door shut and turned back to her living room peeping through the
window to be sure the old man left. Sitting down and thinking about her reaction, she had to
commit to herself, that she was shocked and anxious from the look of the poor old man, who
was in the age of her father. By hindsight she regret her reaction to send the old man away
and hoped that he would find a warm hearted neighbor who would help.
At dinner Brigitte and her husband talked about the day. But Brigitte didn´t say a word about
the poor old man, maybe her husband would be upset about her reaction and she was not in
the mood to discuss grace of charity and such things.
After an evening spent in front of the TV, having a glass of vine, Brigitte decided to go to bed
early, her husband said he would watch the night movie “Rosemary´s baby” and then join her.
Some seconds after midnight Brigitte awoke with a shiver, there was cold air coming from the
door. She tried to wake up her husband but he didn´t react, the body on the other side of the
bed was cold and Brigitte could not see any movement after she shook him. Switching on the
light, the bulb exploded with a “BANG”. With fear in her eyes the woman stared into the
dark, trying to see where the cold breeze came from. Brigitte shocked, in the door frame the
poor old man was standing, illuminated by a white cold light, dusk swath surrounded him.
Brigitte shook her husband again, screaming as loud as she could. But all she could hear was
NOTHING!
The old man came into the room, Brigitte wondered a second about the not naturally way he
walked. Then she saw it, his trousers were torn from waist to feed, big pieces of flesh and
muscles hanging down. He came closer and the fearful woman saw that from his throat and
abdomen pieces of flesh were missing too. It seemed the man was attacked by wild dogs or
wolves. But the thing which let Brigitte freeze motionless were his eyes, they were white,
completely white, no pupil was visible. The old man was dead, the thing Brigitte saw in her
bedroom was a zombie!
The lifeless body reached out with one hand and removed the covers and throw them through
the door into the hallway. With a fast move of his other hand, Brigitte couldn't react at all, he
grabbed her negligee ripped it from her body and throw it out of the room too. Brigitte was
sitting on the bed, frozen from fear and made nothing to cover her big naturally boobs, still
fighting the gravity, or her neatly trimmed pussy.
The naked woman heard the command of the death corpse in front of her, but the man didn´t
move his lips, the voice came out of her head.
“After you sent me away, I walked down the street and was hit from a car. The driver didn´t
stop and I felt behind a hillock. Nobody could see me, nobody could help me, especially not
when two straying dogs grabbed their fangs into my flesh. Now I´m back, came to thank you
for your charity this afternoon.
“Stand up” the voice in her head commanded. Brigitte could not resist, she had to obey.
Standing naked in front of the zombie, she had to turn around to give him a full view of her
body. As she ended the full round she could see that his prick was fully erected. It was the
biggest cock she had seen in her life. The corpse commanded her to take the chains which she
prepared for her Halloween costume and put them on. Brigitte acted as commanded. She
closed the leather belts around her ankles, wrist and neck. Then she hooked the chains into the
rings of the leather belts. With the chains the woman was limited now in her moves. The
hands could only be raised until her hips and she could only make little steps. Attached to the
leather collar a chain could be used as a leash. The zombie touched the paralyzed woman with
his cold hands on her tits and fondled her pussy. Brigitte couldn´t belief how her body reacted
to the treatment of the dead old man, her nipples got hard and her pussy wet. Brigitte was near
a climax as the zombie stopped his treatment and took the leash in his hand to guide the
woman to the door. With his other hand he touched the feet of Brigittes sleeping husband as
they walked by. Her husband opened his eyes and got up from the bed. Brigitte screamed for
help but her husband only reacted like a puppet. He passed the zombie with his victim and
went to the living room. The zombie and the now sobbing Brigitte followed.
As Brigitte came into the living room, all the lights were switched on, the big table in the
middle of the room, cleared and no chair surrounding it. Her husband was standing next to a
cupboard and held the old Polaroid instant camera in his hands. After Brigitte was let to the
table her husband took the first picture and put the Polaroid on a shelf. Then he helped the
zombie to release his wife from the chains, but only to bind her to the table.
Brigitte was lying now spread eagle on the table, her wrists and ankles attached to the
appropriate table-leg. She was bound to the longer side of the table. Therefore her head was
hanging down, forced from a rope which runs from her feet, under the table to her collar. On
the other side her ass and slit were free accessible, caused by the to the max spread legs.
Brigitte felt like it could only be seconds before she would be ripped into two pieces.
Her husband took a whole series of pictures while the zombie was fondling the poor woman
again. Brigitte got wet again and her nipples stood fully erected like little rockets ready to
lift-off. The zombie began to chew on her nipples and tits, his cold saliva running down her
body. Brigitte was terrified and waited for the pain when he would itch out the first piece of
her breasts. But the zombie only chewed her nipples and fingered her pussy without hurting
her to much. Brigittes husband took one picture after the other and placed them on the shelf.
The zombie released the mature tits and grabbed the womanly hips and with a fast move he
pushed his prick into Brigittes slit, starting to fuck her with long thrusts. Brigitte had the
feeling of being fucked by an icicle instead of a cock. The cold prick of the zombie was so big
that when he pushed it inside the woman, Brigitte could feel the head of it, bounces into her
stomach.
Her husband moved to the other side of the table and Brigitte could see his fully swollen cock,
ready to fuck her mouth. He did a close up of her pussy, the zombies dick fucking and then
another close up of her face, grimaced from a mixture of pain and lust, near a climax.
Placed the camera and the last two Polaroids between her tits, opened her mouth with his
fingers and started to mouthfuck the helpless woman with powerful moves. Cut off from
getting air and fucked on both ends, the wife started to buck wildly and pulled on her bonds.
Before Brigitte past out she had the most powerful climax of her life and could feel that both
of her tormentors came too at the same time. Her husband shot his hot seed into her throat, the
zombie placed his icy cold semen into her cervix.
Brigitte woke up from a cold stitch at her gut. Fast she recognized they turned her around.
Now the woman was lying on her belly, hands and feet bound to the table legs, her ass up in
the air. The cold stitch she felt came from the cold cock of the zombie, who was fucking now
her ass hole. The pain and humiliation were immense, Brigitte never let fuck her lovers or
even her husband, her ass before. And now she was fucked by a dead old man with his stiff
cold pole and her husband took one photo after the other of the situation. After a couple of
minutes the zombie plopped out and her husband stepped between her legs. With a loud groan
he pushed his pulsating cock into his wife´s ass. The zombie turned round the table, grabbed
Brigittes hair and forced the woman to suck his dead cock. Brigitte choked from the mixture
of fluids she had to swallow from the dirty prick which was seconds before fucking her ass.
After a long intense fucking, the two tormentors spurt their loads into and onto the body of
their victim. Brigittes husband took another series of pictures of the with jizz covered and
bound woman.
Then he released his wife from the table, the zombie grabbed her hair and forced her onto her
knees. The voice in the womans head commanded her to lick the two cocks clean. Brigitte had
to obey. With each hand she jerked one cock, licking and sucking them alternately until both
men cummed into her mouth. The kneeling woman swallowed every drop of the hot and cold
seed.
Brigittes husband forced her to stand up and bound her hands with a panty hose, which he
brought earlier from the dressing room, behind her back. Then the poor woman was forced to
tongue kiss the old dead man who fingered her from cum dripping pussy.
The bound woman was pushed to the front door where she was forced to pose outside with the
plastic spider hanging over her head. There she stood naked with spread legs and behind the
back bound hands. Brigittes husband took another series of pictures while the zombie was
fingering her pussy from behind. Again the voice commanded the woman to kiss the zombies
still stiff cock a last time before the zombie left the estate.
Feeling chilly Brigitte woke up lying in her bed. The covers obviously felt to the floor during
the night. Still sleepy, the woman recognized her nudity and a panty hose knotted around her
left wrist. She had an awful taste on her tongue and her body was covered with dry cum and
other body fluids.
Instantaneous she was fully awake, the scenes from last night running wildly through her
head. She sprung out of the bed, her boobs ached from bouncing freely, her legs trembled
from the force her feet hit the ground. Brigitte looked at her still sleeping husband, who was
lying under his cover with a big smile on his face.
Trying to sort the scenes in her head, Brigitte ran into the living room, looking around.
The naked woman could not see any difference to the other days. The room was nice and tidy,
the table was on his place, surrounded by the chairs. Looking for the staple of Polaroid from
last night, she found nothing, the shelf was empty and the camera was place in it´s box in the
drawer as normal. Brigitte couldn´t think clearly, the scenes from a zombie raping her were
still rushing through her head. But obviously she must have been a dreaming, she could not
find any sign that the things from last night happened in reality. The only thing she could not
remember was if she agreed having sex with her husband. This was confusing her but as she
saw two glasses and the empty bottle of red vine on the kitchen sink she considered she must
have sipped too much vine.
After an excessive shower, cleaning her sore holes, cursing herself for drinking and being
assfucked without her knowledge, the woman got dressed in her home suit. Starting the coffee
machine she went to the front door getting the newspaper. As she picked up the newspaper
and went back to the kitchen, unrecognized by her something felt from the newspaper into the
garden, a Polaroid.
On the Polaroid Brigitte was visible, standing naked with spread legs and bound hands under
the roof which covers the entrance, a hand from behind fingering her pussy.
“Hi mum”, her son said coming down the hallway from his basement flat. He was dressed in
old dirty worn out clothe.
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