Aren's Ghoulie Gangbang

The sky had been gone from an angry grey to pitch black in a matter of hours. Karen assumed it was night but it was impossible to tell in the driving rain. The rain had been bad when she'd left her job dashing to the car with a travel brochure held overhead. In the half an hour it took her to get half way home it had become a torrent that forced her to pull off the road and wait for a break in the weather. She knew that the rain couldn't actually tear her SUV open but that was the only thing keeping her sane. The entire vehicle was thrumming from the coin sized drops pummeling it from every angle.

It was impossible to know exactly where she was on the road home. The rain was so thick it formed a solid curtain. Karen couldn't only see the outline of her windshield wipers, which were stuck in an upright position from where she'd turned the car off. The only thing way she could tell was to guess and even that was hard because she hadn't been able to see any of her landmarks through the rain. Her radio, cell phone and GPS were all crapping out on her. It seemed impossible that the rain could be blocking signals but none of it was working well. The radio had been sputtering the occasional word along with the static the last time she'd checked.

Karen crawled into the back seat and curled up with a beach towel and some old clothing that had been left in after a trip to the beach a month earlier. The towel wasn't designed to keep her warm but it was better than nothing. It was enough that her teeth weren't chattering any longer.

A fork of lightning speared the asphalt and the accompanying thunder covered Karen's terrified shriek. Normally she liked thunder but normally she wasn't trapped in her car. She wasn't used to feeling the air thickening with water or feeling the water flowing around her. The sneaking fear that she would be swept away kept creeping around the edges of her mind. A second bolt of lightning nearly stopped her heart. A third drove her from the back seat to the floor covering her head with her towel doing everything she could to hide from the storm until it passed.

There was no way to tell in the near complete darkness how much time had gone by since she started cowering in the back. If she could reach her cell phone in the glove compartment she would have known it was just over an hour but Karen was too scared to move half that distance. A groan she'd never heard before forced her to lift her head. It had to be loud because it was drowning out the battering rain against the roof but whatever was making the sound was out sight. It sounded like it was right on top of her, or actually right beneath her. Frantically she dove from window to window searching for the source of the noise.

Karen realized what the sound was at the same time that the freeway barked its final protest to the amount of stress it had been subjected to and buckled beneath her vehicle. The SUV rode a chunk of concrete down halfway down the mountainside before it tumbled off. Inside the vehicle Karen screamed and cried as she bounced from roof top to seat bottom until her forehead slapped the steering wheel and the near complete darkness became absolute.

The shriek of torn metal yanked Karen back into reality trying to see the world around her. The blackness that had engulfed her was reluctant to release her forcing her to fight for every inch of her awareness. At first she though that was what kept her right eye sealed shut but as she gained a little more of herself she realized it was dry blood that kept her partially blind. Her left eye was able to see that the rain had slacked of some and that her vehicle was lying on its side slowly filling with mud.

Every inch of her body was in pain but as she wiggled her fingers and toes nothing seemed to be broken. Karen grunted and stood up opening passenger side door. She was almost half way out when she realized where her car had tumbled.

St. Francis Cemetery. Her SUV had stopped sliding down the hill because it had collided with a stone angel that was staring down at her as she emerged. The entire lot was completely flooded raising some of the unburied coffins out of their holes and the current had carried them to Karen. All around her and the stony angel were floating coffins.

There were dozens of them bumping against roof of her car and each other. Karen stared in horror at the floating dead in all their coffins some ornate and other plain as shipping boxes. Over the steady patter of rain there was groan that echoed through the night. It was the kind of sound that a person doesn't hear so much as feel. The eerie howl was in her bones more than her ears.

There was a bolt of lightning but instead of thunder it was followed a human roar and one of the caskets exploded open launching its lid skyward. There was no way of knowing the name of the man who'd been buried that coffin. It wasn't important any longer because he was dead. What was important was him sitting upright and locking focusing his attention on Karen. His eyes were red like embers against the dismal night. The look in his eyes was unmistakable. Even on the dead the look of lust was unmistakable.

Karen's shriek pierced the sky. She wasn't fully in control of her body yet but she knew she had to get away. Nearly a dozen coffins were open now and all of them had the same look of hunger burning in their eyes. Fear drove Karen's limbs to pull her free of the SUV and charge the hill. Climbing the mudslide quickly proved to be impossible. Her fingers dug into the soft earth but the entire hill was flowing towards the graveyard and the coffins.

The first of the dead stepped out of his coffin and into the knee deep water. He made no effort to climb the hill that Karen was trying to scale. Instead he simply waited at the base until she slid far enough down for him to grab her ankle and drag her down. She had just enough time to get a single kick that landed squarely on his jaw dislocating it before the rest of the horde descended on her. There were hands everywhere on her. Her clothes didn't last long. Two dozen hands ripping, tearing, shredding and stripping had her down to just her sneakers. The clothing that the dead wore were literally rotting off of their bodies, filled with holes and soaked from the driving rain.

Karen's pleas for mercy were barely audible over the rain and the splashes despite being at the top of her lungs. She thrashed back and forth but against more than a dozen men her strength meant nothing. They were holding her spread eagle and waist high when the first one pushed his slime coated cock into her.

The first thing Karen wanted to do when she felt that thing penetrate her was scream but she didn't have any screaming left in her. Worse the feeling wasn't unpleasant in the least. It was different, instead of hot like a man's flesh it was cool inside her but he was just the right size. Her body betrayed her as soon as the dead started pushing its cock into her. She was still helpless but she wouldn't have tried to escape even if she wasn't held. Her hips had already made their decision and pumping towards the source of the euphoria keeping her warm against despite the rain was what they wanted.

Her consent must have been obvious as another of the beasts moved towards her face and rested his cock against her lips. Instinct took over and her mouth opened accepting the smooth flesh. A brief moment of clarity let Karen realize that despite being long dead none of these men had suffered loss of flesh where it mattered to her. She pushed the idea aside as another dead man straddled her torso and dropped his manhood between her breasts. Each hand gripped one of her tits and started working them along his rain slicked member.

It was overwhelming. Karen felt her mind slipping away as her body continued to take more and more control over her actions. Her hips were churning and twisting the same way her tongue was. Fingers and toes curled and clenched as shocks of pleasure fired through her spike. It took only a few minutes before her first orgasm ripped through her but the dead didn't seem close. Karen was on her third when the first of them, the one tit fucking her sprayed her chest and chin with cool seed.

The moment he was out of the way the two still fucking her wrestled her body over to the muddy hill. This time she was forced to sit down impaling herself on one of the cocks. A quick glance over her shoulder was all that was allowed before rotten flesh took fistfuls of her hair and jammed a cock into her throat. It was also all the time she needed to know their intentions. Instead of fighting she reached back and pulled her cheeks open exposing her asshole to the cold air. It was only cold for a moment before one of the dead took her invitation.

It had been years since the last time Karen had been this full. It was something she'd missed since getting married was getting to go wild like this. The three of them worked out a halting rhythm around her body but Karen didn't mind. She was to busy trying to get back to the euphoria of her orgasm. She could feel it just at the edges of her body and it was taunting her. She'd shove herself back as far as she could manage to get both cocks buried to the hilt in her, then pull back slightly and swivel her ass. She'd find the spot only for one of the dead to move just enough to rob her of the sensation forcing her to chase it to another spot. Finally she had it locked into place. Her breasts were squashed against the man she was riding and her back was arched up so just her hips were moving against the twin cocks. Her fingers dug into the mud and a garbled scream squeezed around the cock part way down her throat. Karen was still riding the moment when the three dead men filled her cold dead sperm.

There wasn't a single part of Karen that wanted to move but the dead didn't care much for her comfort. They pushed and pulled free of her leaving her face down in the mud. She dredged up enough strength to turn her head and breath. "Oh God." She gasped. There were still dozens of men crowding around her. Too many for her to see them all let alone count. "No more. Please no more." She looked to the top of the hill where broken freeway was. The rain had slackened enough that people were driving again. She could hear cars splashing through the river like street. It was only fifty feet. "Help! Help!" She screamed trying again to escape her fate.

This time when one of the zombies dragged her down the hill he pushed her face into the mud cutting off her cries. Karen was too weak to fight back mush. She tried to turn her head but he was too strong and even if she could there was still more mud washing down the hillside. Within moments her head buried beneath it and her lungs were burning for oxygen. For a full minute she thrashed and kicked against her attacker and she stopped. For a moment there was nothing and then her fingers curled and Karen pulled her head out of the mud. "That was neat." She sneered. Her eyes glowed with an unnatural red light. "So this is how the world ends?"

"No. This is how the world begins." The dead spoke in chorus then parted revealing a man. "This is how we drive out the light." Karen noticed the man wasn't walking towards her; he was actually about six inches from the earth and gliding. There wasn't a drop of water on him. It was like the water was afraid to touch him and stopped. It looked like he was surrounded by an egg that water just ran off of. "He is Samael. He is Master here. He is Poison of God. He choose you. You are queen."

Karen casually reached up to her face and flung a handful of mud at one of the dead. "Why me?" She started to clean the mud from her breasts but instead left it cleaning her midriff and legs. When she was finished she was partially covered in a mud bikini but the rain was working to undress her down to her sneakers once again.

"Because it had to be you. You were born for this." The man extended his hand for her. "Come. There is work to do. He has to be given his Legion."

"Him?" Karen asked curiously cocking a brow.

"You'll find out once you take my hand."

Karen looked at him one last time and took his hand.