A Perverse Instinct

As it turns out my dad wasn't delusional after all. He prepared for this moment his whole life which explains why he hasnt been around. Days turned into weeks of scavenging and hiding from the undead. I took shelter in a isolated cabin, far from civilization, after everything went to shit. Endless weeks of solitude and despair, the absence of companionship left its mark. I was consumed with a primal urge, driving me to the brink of madness.

It didnt occur to me as time passed, my sanity spiraled downward. There was no line stating what was right and what was wrong. Overtime it was indistinguishable. Ive become a empty shell of the man I once was, no different from the undead.

I stumbled across an abandoned building, looked to be recently evacuated. Curiously, I went inside to see what I could salvage. Thats when a flicker of movement caught my attention. I wasnt alone. I cautiously went to investigate, seeing it was one of them. It fed on the bodies that were piled up. Observing it closely, I saw it was recently turned. Its appearance was still human. Observing the creature further, sparked an idea in my mind. I seized the opportunity to subdue and capture it, dragging it back to my cabin.

Lucky for me it ate enough to remain docile for the time being. Capturing it wasnt as simple as I expected though. It still had the strength to resist. I thought the handcuffs would hold it, but it broke out of them. I was forced to tackle it to the ground, avoiding its bite and scratch, in order to successfully contain it.

In the dim light, I shackled the creature to a restraint I previously mounted to a wall. It never occurred to me I would use it for this. It was designed as a safety measure incase I became infected. Its grunts and growls filled the air, igniting a perverse fire within me. Zombies were once a symbol of fear as the outbreak began, now this creature I see before me became an object to satisfy my sexual urges.

I stood there ogling its restless attempts to escape. I fought with my consciousness, asking myself, "What am I doing?" Am I really this desperate? The more I looked at it. It didnt occur to me the fact it was a reanimated corpse. She mustve been a schoolgirl, judging from the attire she wore. I felt myself throbbing, thinking about what she mustve been like before she turned. "Ah... fuck..." I couldnt take it anymore. My hand wasn't enough to satisfy me. And I needed to release soon.

With trembling hands, after she was sedated, I removed her skirt, revealing her lace panties. I didnt see any indications of decaying flesh. I pulled them aside staring at her slit. Its odor was intoxicating, almost unbearable to breathe within proximity. I pulled my mask up before I proceeded. I forced myself upon her restless body, struggling to escape. My actions devoid of love or affection. It was an act of deprivation, from being isolated for so long.

Night after night, I spent having my way with her, liberating myself of loneliness. Quickly, Ive become addicted to her, obsessed with her. Despite its foul odor, her ass was tight. I guess she mustve been a virgin. Again and again, I emptied my load in her. I eventually ran out of sedatives, but I didnt mind manually restraining her. It felt better with her squirming around. I cant count how many times Ive filled her up.

I developed more efficient ways to retrain her, eventually moving her to the guest bedroom. I had her laid on her stomach, while gagged and blindfolded. I noticed she gets more riled up, whenever she sees me. Her other senses aren't as sharp. I enjoy my nights with her. I found where she went to school, during one of my scavenging trips in the city. Her name is Naomi, and she was a senior at NBSE. I saw pictures of her in a display case. It was hard to observe behind the glass, so I took them with me. I decorated the guest room with pictures of Naomi with her friends. Ive been treating her less and less like a object, the more I fill her up. It got to the point, Im bringing her a set of new clothes. Whenever I see something I like, I collect it and put it on Naomi, conditioning her to fit my fetishes.

This has been my life going on months, since I first encountered Naomi. Every now and then she would get hungry and agitated. As a precaution, I severe limbs from corpses, and I feed her when its necessary or when Im horny again. Without the sedatives, its been the constant fear of Naomi breaking her restraints. Her strength is incredible. I felt safer with being ontop of her, compared to being behind her. Its easier to hold Naomi in place. It feels like Im dead already, whenever Im giving her backshots. For a zombie, she is thicker than any woman Ive encountered alive and kicking. I ran across others like Naomi, but maintaining her alone isnt a walk in the park. Its much more responsibility than having a kid, the only silver lining would be Naomi doesnt smell like the undead anymore.

I fed her well enough, where Naomi didnt resist as much when I bathed her. This had greatly improved our sex life. I was able to enjoy sucking and licking her toes, legs and thighs, up to her two distinctive orifices. She doesn't fight back much while she is feeding, during sex it is essential that I keep Naomi occupied.

"Hello, is there anyone here?"

Just moments before I poured my third load in Naomi's ass, I overhear a voice. Angrily I left to address who it was. "Ain't you got eyes, fella? Sign reads no trespassers. No you best be getting on now." Already I was in a bad mood. He literally caught me with my pants down. I told him once, but he insisted I listened to his offer. He is traveling with others and they are in desperate need of food. In exchange he offered ammunition. Tempting offer I admit. But I could care less about bullets. Guns are too loud. I prefer the company of a bow. "Please, Im desperate for food. I see you got a truck. Maybe you need extra fuel?" The guy was basically on his knees begging me for food. It was pathetic. I entertained it long enough and walked him back to his car. They were all teens, probably younger than they looked. One of the girls in the backseat caught my attention. She had curly hair, covering one side of her face. She was dark-skinned like Naomi.

"No way man! Your sick! Fuck off!" In exchange for enough food to last them a while. I told him the girl stays with me. But I guess he wasn't that desperate. Its a shame too because I wanted to taste a young fresh woman. I have no complaints with Naomi. I just wanted the luxury of fucking someone capable of cleaning themselves. After he drove off I returned to my cabin and continued where I left off.

Naomi was gnawing away at the limbs I left in front of her. She noticed my presence after I climbed on the bed. She growled at me for a moment before eating again. At that time, she was too busy to struggle as I positioned her to receive my cock. While thinking about the girl in the backseat, I pounded Naomi as hard as I could, trying to get some sort of reaction out of her. In my mind I pictured I was fucking that girl, her cheeks applauded with each thrust. Without thinking I was lost in the moment, grabbing and pinning her head to the bed. Naomi became agitated. She wasn't done eating. As she squirmed, I fucked harder, trying my best effort to keep her from getting up. I felt my urge to cum rising. I was close to my limit, while Naomi continued to resist.

Another limb was on the dresser, but if I were to get up now. She would most definitely kill me. I wrapped my arm around her neck, holding on for dear life. I laid on her back with my hips moving back and forth, cock still deep in her ass. I couldn't keep up. I had to stop and rest a bit. As she squirmed side to side, I was hit wit an unexpected sensation. Her rectum tightened, holding my cock hostage. A mixture of fear and ecstasy washed over me as she kept squirming.

*Krunch*

"Ah... you bitch... fuck..." Naomi sunk her jaws into my arm while I was oblivious. Getting her to stop was like fighting with a Cane Corso. It hurts like a motherfucker. At the same time I can enjoy her ass some more. I needed to cum soon. So I can stop the infection, spreading elsewhere. In a matter of seconds, I gripped the back of her head with my left hand, letting out a loud throaty grunt as I finally came inside her. I was drained. But had no time to waste, I moved quickly to cut off my right arm. As the pain subsided I returned to Naomi giving her my arm to feed on. "I guess you earned that."

That fateful night changed everything when Naomi bit me. I thought I caught it in time. But I didn't. There were traces of the infection that spread. Its not lethal yet. I noticed when I saw Naomi being more calm than usual. She wasn't reacting to me anymore. I was going to turn into one of them eventually. The infection is laying dormant. In the meantime, I went about it as any other day. Only I didnt have to hide from zombies. All things considered, it felt nice to take a walk in the city and not have to defend myself. Sure Im going to die soon. Thats what humans are suppose to do. I didnt let it bother me. Instead my nights with Naomi were more than I couldve imagined. I laid her on her back and went to town. Her walls were worth dying for. I fucked her as if she and I were lovers.

Looking Naomi in her cloudy eyes as I pumped her womb full of cum. I dont know when this infection will progress further. But until that happens I already decided how I was going out. I didnt have to restraint Naomi, she had no reason to be hostile. Purposely I keep her starved to repeat the same sensation as last time. She tightens her orifices when she is hungry. Day after day Im milked dry by her. Wandering this wasteland aint so bad no more. I took Naomi with me when I left. I felt it was time for a change of scenery. We made it to the city where I found one of them rich looking residential areas. I found a house I liked, and tugged on her leash to follow inside. Naomi showed signs of hostility but it wasnt towards me. She hasnt ate since I discovered I was infected.

I gripped her neck and tossed her over the kitchen counter. There was no need for me to put clothes on her anymore. Made things easier for me, getting use to being a lefty, to fuck her whenever and wherever I wanted. Unfortunately I couldnt hold her for too long, Naomi could easily overpower me. The leash helped but her strength was extraordinary. I took precaution while she wasnt as aggravated and took her from behind. I held her against the counter and fucked her right in the pussy. Then in the spur of the moment, I gripped her neck again, then lowered her to the floor. It took little effort to get her mouth open and I stuck it in, pounding until I released a load in her throat.

Seeing Naomi on the floor like that, left me as solid as a rock. My heart raced as I mounted on top of her against the kitchen floor. Pacing myself, I slowly thrusted my hips steady. Her walls felt amazing as ever. I let out a loud grunt, holding her by the neck with my left arm. I bred Naomi with my cum again, before I made the adjustment to lift her ass up. Naomi got triggered and started getting antsy, there was no way of stopping her. So I savored it while it lasted, knowing I probably wouldnt see her again. She kept trying to move as I held her still, holding onto her shoulder. With my cock in her ass, I gave her as many pumps as I could. It ended with me cumming as I lost my grip, falling backwards.

That was the last time I saw Naomi. Since then I stayed in the city until the infection spread further. Months later, I never seen her again. The memory of what I did still lingers with me, a constant reminder of the abyss Ive fallen into. Nevertheless, I continue my limited lifespan in a world that lost its meaning.