Fucing Zombie Bitches

"So, how did you end up here?" I looked at Rebekka who was sitting on the floor, still exhausted after our first encounter. Her large breasts were hanging down heavy on her chest as she was eating some peaches out of a can, slowly and deliberately sucking them between her luscious lips as she was pondering the question.

"You mean, here in this here apartment, or...?" she asked back, letting the question hang unfinished in the room.

I shrugged. "Both, I guess," I said, feeling a little stupid.

She nodded. "Well, I was just going for places that might have food, and high up so the dead can't get to me," she said. "They are slow, and like even paths, not so good at climbing up." She looked at me with a sly expression. I nodded again, once more feeling stupid at my total lack of knowledge about the zombies.

"Before that," she continued, staring into space, "before that, I was living downtown, with... family." She paused for a moment, then shrugged it off. "We have come from Ethiopia many years back, when I was still a kid. My momma had to flee because of our religion. Don't know what happened to my father, she never talked about him, but she took me and my sister and came to Italy. We have been living here ever since," she finished, looking at me.

I smiled. "I'm sorry about your family," I said. "I... I don't even know what happened to mine."

She smiled back. "Is all good," she said. "They got it fast, and getting out of there taught me a lot of how to survive this."

I sighed and scratched my neck. "I'm afraid I don't know anything of the sort," I said. "I've been hiding and running ever since this whole thing started."

She eyed me up and down. "You are a smart lady," she said. "But you might not always be so lucky."

I nodded. "Well, I've never been much of a fighter, and more of a lover," I joked.

She smiled, remembering how we made love earlier. "I can see that," she replied. "Though I would not have guessed it looking at the way you are armed."

I looked down at the two holsters crossing on my chest, and the scimitar with the still slippery handle that was laying by my side. "Well, I just gathered what I thought would be useful," I shrugged. "Do you have any weapons?"

She shook her head. "Just a knife, and a large wrench," she answered.

I unfastened one of the holsters and pulled it over my head, pushing it over to her. "Here," I said. "Let me share then."

She grabbed the holster and pulled out the gun slowly, inspecting it. "This is good, but loud. Silent is better," she remarked.

"Do you know how to use it?" I asked.

"Mhm," she replied. "Before we left Ethiopia, they had me in the military camp, training for the army."

I raised my eyebrows. "But you said you were just a kid," I said incredulously.

She nodded. "I was," she replied.

Suddenly, a loud bang at the apartment door startled us. "Shit," she hissed. "They must have found us." She quickly leapt to her feet and grabbed what she could while I was still shocked and trying to process the situation. Another bang, and another, and the door broke down. In the dim light of the hallway, I could see a few figures enter the room. They looked like people, two women and a man, but their features were twisted, their clothes in tatters, they looked unwashed and unkempt, probably much like ourselves, but moved slower, disoriented, with uneasy steps.

It was the first time I saw zombies up close, and I was astonished at how normal they looked, like if I forgot what happened for a minute, I might mistake them for people and just walk up to them. Then Rebekka grabbed my arm and I snapped out of it. "Come," she said, "quick!" We hurried to the balcony door where I had entered earlier and went out, climbing across to another balcony towards the edge of the building, where an iron ladder led to the roof.

She let me go first, watching my back as the zombies came out on the balcony. One fell over the railing where I had fucked Rebekka earlier, while the others headed our way, slowly crawling across the gap between balconies. When I had reached the roof, she followed me, stopping halfway up the ladder and looked down, where a bunch of them now made it over to the next balcony, their hands stretched up towards us, but apparently unable to use the ladder.

"Yeah, fuck you bitches," she said as she turned on the ladder, spreading her legs wide. She still was only wearing her red blouse and soon a thick yellow stream shot out between her legs and rained down on the heads of the crowd below. I watched as she emptied her bladder, then helped her up onto the roof with me.

"Now what?" she asked, catching her breath.

I sighed. "My backpack and stuff is still down there," I said, pointing at the apartment.

She cocked her head sideways. "I do not think we can get that back, now," she answered.

"But I had food, and water, and maps, and..." I began.

She shrugged. "We go to another house, find more of that," she said quietly.

I took a deep breath, and nodded. "You're right," I said as she turned to go. "Oh, and by the way, you looked adorable there on the ladder."

She turned to me again, and smiled happily for the first time since I saw her. "Thank you miss," she said. "I am here to serve you if you let me. I would like to have you as my mistress."

I didn't know what to say to that at first, but then stepped forward towards her, until her warm, soft tits were pressing against mine. "And what do you think that entails, slave?" I asked quietly.

"It means that I am here to protect you, to serve you in every way you wish. To please you, to love you, to let you use me as you please. My body, my mind and soul is all yours, mistress." She lowered her head slightly as she talked.

"Well then," I said as I unbuckled the scimitar belt and put it around her waist. "Consider this your leash and collar for now," I said. "And wear it with pride."

She fell to her knees in front of me, wrapping her arms around my legs and hugging me tight. "I will miss," she said happily. "I'll be your servant Bekah, until the end." She looked up at me and then began pulling down my pants, rubbing her nose against my thick, unwashed pubes, breathing in my scent before she wrapped her lips around my clit and began to lick, long and passionate, all across my labia, cleaning my sweaty, musty muff and tasting all my wet slimy juices.

Her fingers ran skilfully along my slit, probing me slightly, playing with my pussy hole, then my anus, and back again, until both of them got penetrated at the same time. Her slender fingers pushed deep inside me, wiggling, crooking, caressing my insides as she started fucking me in both ends while still sucking my clit with the same passion and enjoyment as she had sucked the peaches earlier.

I struggled to stay on my feet, staggering a few steps until I grabbed a hold of the ladder again, holding onto it to steady myself as Bekah resumed her position and continued to fuck. "Does Mistress like it like this, yes?" she asked in between.

"Nnnngghh," I moaned, panting. "Yes, yes, yesssss! Fuck me more, harder!" I replied, longing for more than just a finger inside me.

She looked up with big round eyes that were in stark contrast to her dark brown face. "What does Mistress want me to do?" she asked.

I gritted my teeth, grabbing hard onto the cold steel of the ladder. "Ram your fist up my dirty shit hole, slave," I hissed finally as I turned around, pushing my ass out and needing to get fucked as hard and dirty and violent as I could.

She immediately seemed to understand that desire and knew exactly how to satisfy me. Her hands spread my buttocks and her long tongue licked wide and slow all across my sphincter, wetting it slightly. Then she began stretching it, at first with two fingers, probing it as she spit some saliva on it to help lubricate the passage.

Then four fingers, two of each hand, trying to pull open my tight, hot, wanton asshole until it gaped slightly. She continued to wet it with spit as she pressed her fingers tight against it, and began to push. It felt like my ass was giving birth to a football, except that the football tried to get back inside. Her hand forced my ass wide open, ripping it apart as her knuckles tried to pass the sphincter until finally I felt her hand slip deep up into my intestine, my anus clenching tight around her wrist.

She began to push inside with her entire arm, fucking me violently and mercilessly from behind. Her hand moved even further up my asshole, and when I felt full and wide and thoroughly fucked, she clenched it to a fist inside of me. And then she raped me, fucking my sore asshole raw until I was nothing more than a sweaty, gasping, gaping hole that she rammed her fist into.

My whole body became loose and soft, my knees giving in under me and I had a hard time clinging to the ladder while I lost all control of my bodily functions. My cunt drizzled continuously and began to gush and sputter at every thrust, pissing freely when I came. And I came. I came countless times, screaming and yelling and thrashing while she violated me.

When I regained my senses, the city was quiet. The zombies on the balcony below us must've gone away, because all I could hear was Bekah's breathing. I groaned, feeling sore and weak. She quickly came and helped me up, holding me steady in her arms as my head was resting on her spectacular tits. "Mmmh," I moaned. "At this rate, we'll never make it to the river."

She nodded. "So we're going to the river?" she asked.

I shrugged. "I'm trying to get a boat," I answered, "it seemed like the best bet under the circumstances."

She nodded again. "So we are getting a boat," she concluded. "I'll follow you anywhere, you just lead the way." Not long after that, we both fell asleep.