The Wake Of Christine

**** TRIGGER WARNING ****

Rape, blood, and gore

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I pull against my restraints and release a throaty growl into the bloodstained mattress.

Cuffs hold my wrists and my ankles, bruised and abraded.

I feel Darren's hand press against my lower back as he gets ready to fuck me, rubbing his cock along my ass, pushing its engorged head through my labia.

I arch my back and snarl as I take his length into myself, pushing his stiffened shaft through my sex, curling my toes as the metal cuffs dig into my heels.

"Ohh... easy..." he sighs, grabbing me by the hair to slow my motions. I hiss and rock my hips slower, feeling his penis sink all the way into my cunt, feeling it throb as my pussy muscles tighten around it.

He pulls my head back and I let out a bestial purr as he starts thrusting through the slick walls of my vagina.

"Rrrhhh, hrrrh," I growl, feeling his cock swell as it glides into me.

There's a sharp thrill in my groin as he sinks deep and I orgasm uncontrollably.

I'm cumming from the pain in my scalp and the way the cuffs cut into my skin, and the sensation of Darren's prick thrust balls deep in my pussy.

Christine, the girl I was, would be angry about this man violating her, raping her body, but I am not Christine, not anymore.

I am a creature of pure instinct, ruled by a lust for sensations. Pain, pleasure and hunger are my only driving desires, and the drive is unrelenting.

I think about this, if you can call it thinking, as Darren's hard dick retreats through my splayed labia and then slides up against my cervix.

I rock my hips and snarl into the mattress while his fully erect cock strokes into my pussy.

My thoughts are really just a flood of senses and the grumblings of a monster. It growls the words, "more, more more," while Darren fucks Christine's soulless corpse.

I let my vagina squeeze the sides of his shaft while it pumps into me, and the cuffs bite into my straining wrists and my clitoris aches, so hard, always so hard, wanting release.

Darren digs his fingers into my naked buttock, wrenching my head back as he pushes through the grip of my cunt, his balls beating against my labia as I cream on his surging cock.

"Ohhh, fuck... Chris," he moans, driving the wide head of his penis deep into my vagina.

The part of me that was Christine would hate that he still uses that name, but she's no longer here. I have that part that creates hate still in me, like an open box in a vacated apartment, the dregs of her existence.

Still, my pussy drools around his rock solid penis as it pushes apart my clenching cunt muscles, making my clit throb, painfully erect.

I feel his member pulse like he's about to cum inside me, my ass spread against his hairy groin. I squirm in anger, baring my teeth and hissing.

"Calm down Chris," he shudders, his cock buried in the slick wet between my thighs, his hand bound up in my hair. I'm mad because I don't want him to stop. I want to keep cumming on his cock until my flesh rots away.

My insides twist and I writhe in constant orgasm, my nipples hard, my vagina clamped around the unyielding shape of his erection.

My naked feet pull against the shackles, my toes curling as I drag my pussy along Darren's shaft despite being pinned to the mattress by his weight, my head locked in place.

He yanks his penis back through my slick pussy lips and I thrash in rage.

"Put it baack, put it baaack," the monster growls as he puts his weight on me to hold me down, his erection slippery with my juices, rubbing between my butt cheeks as he wrestles with me.

"Easy, easy!" he groans as I flail my legs and push my butt up against him. He presses my face down into the mattress and the head of his prick finds my tightened butthole.

My pussy gapes for him as my hole stretches around the bell of his cock and slides down his length.

"Urraghh rrrgghh," I snarl into the bed as his penis glides up my ass and his balls press against my crack. My finger joints curl to form fists as he pulls his length back through my asshole and then drives his swollen tip deep in my butt.

My cunt tightens and releases a flood of wetness as his hard member pushes through my protesting butthole. The pain of my ass straining around his girth, dragging over his stiff prick, more than makes up for the pleasure I'm no longer feeling in my vagina, and soon I'm cumming again, nonstop, while his balls beat against my butt crack.

"Ohhh Chris... ohhh yeah," he moans into my ear, trapping my knees against the bed with his legs while he drives his wet dick through my parted cheeks. My asshole clenches around his surging cock and I release a rasping hiss as his swollen shaft slides in and out, his balls clapping above my open and slippery cunt.

"Ohhh... I would have loved you so tenderly Chris," he shudders, shoving the fat, firm head of his dick deep into my ass while my pussy throbs and drips between my quivering thighs.

"Hrrrhh hrrhh hrrrrr..." I growl over the rhythmic slap of his balls between my splayed cheeks.

The pain of my butthole gliding along his stiff member sends shivers up my spine and makes my juices flow down my open slit.

"Just a little more," he gasps, making my ass ripple with his thrusting hips, his penis jabbing into me, the base of his shaft stretching my taut hole as he slams the hard tip of his dick deep inside me.

I'm purring hungrily as he starts to cum, squirting his seed up my ass, his warm load surrounding the probing bell of his member while it dips through my pinching butthole.

"Oh... fuck," he moans, pushing into my butt and ejaculating in hard spurts while he holds me down.

I feel the rage begin welling up again as he slicks his member with his own hot cum, lubricating my asshole with it while his cock throbs and slides through the aching ring of muscles.

"Gonna leave, gonna stop... NEVER stop!" the monster wails as I try to pull my tortured wrists through the metal cuffs, my butthole tightening around his surging, erect penis.

"Just, stay calm, I'm almost finished," he grunts, his dick swelling as his orgasm flows through it. I can feel his hot breath on my earlobe and feel his thighs quake as he cums through his gently thrusting member, filling my ass with his jelly.

"Rrrrggh, rrrraaahhh!" I shriek into the mattress when he finally pulls the engorged head of his cock through my tightened asshole, my clench not enough to keep him inside me.

I try to fight him, to punish him for stopping, with elbows and my upward thrusting ass-bone, feeling his seed pour down my butt crack as it's expelled through my strained hole by spasming muscles.

He leans too far to one side and I clock him a good one under the chin while he tears at my scalp to try to control me.

Darren falls off the side of the bed, yanking a handful of hair clean off my head.

I turn to look at him, feeling warm blood drip down the side of my face. He is angry, penis still hard, oozing cum, holding a hank of my dark hair.

I let out a hissing laugh, tasting the blood from my head as it dribbles slowly past my ear and into my open mouth.

"You... fucking cunt," he swears while I hump the air and gnash my teeth at the coppery liquid running over the corner of my mouth. The taste of it makes my clit swell to maximum stiffness and makes my pussy drool almost as much as having his cock up my ass.

He looks at the baseball bat leaning in the corner of the room and back at my writhing, naked body, chained to the metal bed frame. He is thinking about using it to punish me.

He stands up, keeping his distance while I strain against the cuffs, wanting to take him, force him, and taste him. I push his cum out of my ass and feel it pour across my aroused cunt while he watches me, looking disgusted by what I am.

"You're lucky you don't heal like us... bitch," he curses, rubbing his jaw as he walks out of the room.

I thrash in protest. I roar and twist against my bonds after he shuts the door, leaving me alone with just my anger, my hunger, my lust, and an ass full of cum.

After several violent spasms I cease all motion, and it's just me and the monster.

This is called "catfish," what I'm doing; laying still, barely breathing, moving zero muscles other than the ones needed to sustain life, minimal calorie loss, minimal thought.

It's what the monster makes me do when I'm alone. It's called laying catfish because of a play on the words, "catatonic," and, "fishy."

That's one of Christine's memories, floating through my mixture of brain parts like a shred of strawberry in a smoothie.

She knew a lot about the thing I am, more than Darren. She didn't want to be this, and that's why Darren cuffed her to the bed.

Christine would have ended us, I think, the idea; just a whorl of emotions that coalesce into hatred for her.

She would have denied this existence, would've never let the monster become itself.

Some time goes by, how much, I can't know. The monster gives me hearing to listen to the voices outside the door.

"We've gotta talk about the thing that's livin'... well the thing, in the other room," Newt says.

There's a long silence.

"I told y'all you got nuthin to worry about, I'll take care of Chris just like I said I would, in my own way... just need time." Darren answers.

"She's already dead Dar," Wes chimes in.

"We know you're fuckin' her," he says.

"Whoa whoa, easy there Wes," Newt chides.

There is more silence.

"Look... I don't care how you grieve," Newt continues. "I know you and Christine were close, not so sure you were that close, but she is a brain-dead zombie creature now and I have a hard time sympathizing with something that wants to gnaw the flesh off my face."

"But... since this is where we are," he says, letting out a sigh like he's having difficulty saying what he needs to say.

"We need to know you're being safe Dar," Wes starts.

"Y-y'know, we know you know not to get bit, but do you know if the virus can get at you through a woman's uhh... precum?" he asks.

"I don't think it can," Darren answers.

There is another long, awkward silence.

"Could we at least go in there and inspect the situation," Newt asks. "Just to ease our minds a little?"

There is some more silence, then some movement.

The door opens and I hear the floorboards creak as three men walk into the room.

I can sense them, gazing quietly down at my naked body, my bare ass, still sticky with Darren's orgasm.

I want to writhe, sensually, to arch my back, spread my thighs, and tempt them with the wet split of my cunt.

The monster won't give me control of my muscles. It needs them to be closer, needs to smell their breath or see their skin.

"Is there any way we could, y'know... flip her over?" Newt asks.

Darren makes a hesitant noise.

"Uh... uhh, yeah it'd just take a few extra hands. Gotta unhook her from the bed posts an' all," he answers.

"I'm afraid to risk it by myself, might get nipped. She can get real animated real fast, hehe..."

He chuckles irreverently, and then clears his throat when the others don't react the way he expects.

"Right, if one of you can just get her legs..." he says, circling around.

The warmth of his hand around my wrists activates the monster and sends a shock of sensation through me.

The cuffs and the bed frame rattle violently as I twist and pull against my restraints.

Darren holds my hands up above my head and as I try to pull down, to pull him down to where I can take a bite out of him, the chains tethering my ankles go taut.

He stands rigid, fingers clamped around my forearms while I grope for his, nearly lifting myself off the bed in my convulsive struggle.

"Whoa there," Newt says as I kick his hand. Newt fights to get ahold of me from the back and finally grips the chains leading up to my feet and pins them down.

"Alright her feet are a little more wild, I might need your help too," he explains.

Wes takes one of my feet and Newt takes the other and I can hear the trio uncuffing me from the posts while I tighten and relax my muscles, strategically to try and slip free.

I gyrate my nude lower half invitingly while the monster drives me to fight, resisting them with my limbs and luring them with my exposed cunt and breasts.

Thoughts of each man having me mix with the hunger and the rage inside my brain. I can smell Darren's penis through his jeans and I can imagine sucking his cum from his balls using his dick as a straw, then biting down and chewing the spongy meat of his cock.

I think of my mouth full of his gooey load and his hot blood while Wes and Newt take turns fucking my drooling wet pussy.

"Alright, I'm gonna count to three and then we're all gonna move at once, ready?" Darren says.

"One, two, three..." he says, and they all move as planned, turning me over onto my back and locking the cuffs to the posts in reverse order.

"Hraaaagh!" I hiss as Wes and Newt both look at my shivering breasts and my thrusting vagina.

I feel warm moisture run down the crease of my sex as I raise my ass off the bed, driving my bare cunt against the air in the futile hope that one of them will get on top of me.

"Wow, you weren't joking," Newt says as I gnash my teeth and yank hard at the restraints.

Wes looks at my face, seeming to notice the blood still drying on my cheek.

"God, damn it, Dar..." he says. It takes a few moments before Darren realizes what Wes is looking at.

"Oh, that was an accident," Darren explains as Wes turns and leaves the room with an uneasy expression on his face.

Newt studies my pale, nude body, his eyes scanning from my toned, partially flexed thigh muscles, over the hair on my pubic mound to my erect nipples and heaving breasts.

"Haaaaghhhh," I purr, humping in his direction, my cunt throbbing as I imagine tearing his finger joints apart with my teeth and swallowing each digit.

"Y'know, think I got something for that," Newt says, looking me in the eyes.

He walks out of the room and a minute later he returns with a ball-gag in one hand.

"It's made more for fun more than safety but I imagine it'll suffice," Newt explains, crossing to Darren's side of the bed.

They each grab handfuls of my hair and my limbs squirm and my muscles go taut as they pull the ball against my lips.

My growls turn into muffled squeals as my jaw opens and the cold sphere compresses my tongue.

"Mhhhll, hllaaaggh!" I cry out as they tie it around my face then pull away while saliva dribbles down the side of my chin.

Newt looks down at me again while I drive my slick pussy against nothing and bite down on the ball.

"Can a zombie get pregnant?" he asks.

"I dunno, I uhh... I aways finish in her ass," Darren answers. Newt raises one eyebrow and says nothing else as he leaves the room.

Darren pushes it shut and locks it.

He turns toward me, removing his pants and slowly letting them down so that the buckle won't strike the floor too loudly.

He climbs over the footboard of the bed's frame, planting himself between my legs, his cock already erect.

He reaches out and touches my bare breasts, moving his palms all over them, brushing across my pointed nipples while I arch my back and yank at the bed posts.

He looks into my eyes like he's looking at Christine, and squeezes my tits between his fingers and the meat of his hands.

I feel the bell of his penis touch the lips of my sex and I pull on my ankle restraints, forcing his hard cock deep into my pussy in one sudden stroke.

"Ahhhaaahh..." he moans, his shaft swelling inside me as I curl my toes and clamp my thighs around his waist.

Now that I have him in my grip I fuck his firm dick ravenously, pushing up against his balls and pulling up his length.

"I knew it..." he shudders while I move my hips, dragging my slick cunt along his erection, the muscles of my vagina tightening around his solid girth while my eyes roll back and goosebumps crawl up my stomach.

"You're still in there, somewhere, I'm certain," Darren whispers, thrusting the bulbous tip of his member through the clenching walls of my pussy. My clitoris pulses and the near-endless orgasms begin shooting up from my groin as Darren's firm cock surges through my wet labia.

His fingers grip my breasts while I ride him, driving my wet sex down against his balls while the gag makes my growls sound like pleasured grunts.

"I always knew you wanted me Chris," Darren says, thrusting in sync with me, pushing the wide bell of his penis deep into the squeeze of my vagina, his cheeks reddening as his erection throbs within me.

My splayed fingers rake the air, their tips pointed at Darren's face, held back by the cold metal cuffs.

His cock pulls back and then slides into me, and when the lips of my sex part around the base of his penis, and I can feel his throbbing member fully embedded in my pussy I climax even harder.

"Mmmhh hnnnhh," I growl, my pussy drooling over his rod as I squirm beneath him, arms and thighs taut.

Darren leans in a little closer while we fuck, my bare hips moving in tandem with his, driving his prick through my constricting cunt muscles, feeling its tip swell as it pushes into my deepest part.

He licks his lips and pinches my breasts while his hard shaft glides through my slick minora. I can tell from one of Christine's memories that he wants to kiss me.

My cunt squeezes his penis as its engorged bell probes deep, making my clit tingle and my toes crimp. I bite the gag, wanting him to remove it and complete his fantasy.

I imagine biting into his tongue and feeling his blood fill my mouth while the lips of my womanhood part wide and slide down the sides of his cock.

My nipples are erect, pinched between his knuckles as he stares down at me, just far enough away that I can't headbutt him. My pussy is slippery with our arousal, hungrily taking him with each thrust.

He's still blushing as he rapes Christine, his face muscles beginning to spasm, his fingers clamping tightly around my tits while my orgasm burns in my groin.

I know from the gleam in his eyes and the throb of his erection as it pushes through the crush of my vagina, that it will be over soon.

Rage builds within me as his breaths quicken and the shoves come faster, his rock hard penis pumping smoothly into my juicy cunt.

"Mhmmngghh nnngghhh!" I groan around the ball-gag as his balls slap against my sex, his member surging through the wet lips of my pussy while I pull my restraints tight and drive myself against his naked pelvis.

"Almost there Chris... almost..." he grunts, sheathing his long cock in my aching vagina, dragging its flared tip back through my tightness while my teeth press down around the ball.

"Nnnhh, nnnnh, nnnnnnhhh!" I scream through the gag as he gives me three quick shoves and then yanks the swollen bell of his penis through my tensed pussy muscles.

His hot milk splashes my face as he continues to grind his cock along the spread of my sex. My clit throbs against the shaft of his manhood as it swells and shoots gooey ropes of cum onto my tits and mouth.

"Ahhh oooohh..." he moans, pearly goo pouring from the bulbous head of his erection onto my stomach and dribbling into my pubic hair as he rocks his hips back.

I taste his salt running down the ball and over my lips and the monster stirs as Darren's orgasm rains down on Christine's naked skin.

I buck my hips in anger, wanting his seed in my pussy, watching it spray from the pink exposed bell of his penis and land on the curves of my boobs.

"Calm down Chris," he grunts as I drive my slick cunt against the underside of his cock while my nose gets hit by the hot blast of cum squirting from his tip.

He presses down on my ribs while I hump the throbbing cum-slicked vein along his penis, and watch through a tangle of his orgasm as its head swells and spews languorously over my pubic mound.