Deirdra fails!

The white light disappears, and once again you are mollested by zombies. They grab your arms and shackle them to chains hanging from the ceiling, leaving your feet dangling aboove the floor by less than an inch. Strong, powerful hands grab at your blouse, and rip it off of you. Your jeans suffer the same fate as they become nothing more than a handful of rags. Your bra cuts into your back as it is ripped away from your body. Your panties, for some reason, are treated with more reverence. The zombies take the time to slide them down over your hips and let them fall down your legs to the floor under your dangling feet. 'Great' you think to yourself. 'Zombies with a panty fetish.' Then the grope fest begins. Cold, dead hands cover your entire body, groping every inch of you. Though you may not want to respond, your body betrays you as your nipples stand erect and your cunt starts to leak the dew of your womanhood. Fingers invade your ass and cunt, and again you find yourself struggling against the felings of lust and desire. Then you feel tongues. Tongues everywhere. Your shoes and socks are pulled off, and your toes are licked and sucked while others work on licking and sucking your ass and cunt. you're not sure how, but your resolve holds. You **** yourself not to cum. The tongue bath stops, and you are lowered to the ground.

The next round begins with no respite. You are placed on all fours, and chained to the floor. The zombie gang bang begins with the males taking you from the rear while the female zombies **** you to pleasure them with your tongue from the front. Zombie after zombie cums inside your ass and cunt or all over your face. You're not sure how many zombies have abused you, but as the last one starts to fuck you from behind, you lose control. You start to grunt and grind your hips back into him as the onslaught of orgasm approaches. Your pussy tightens against the invading undead cock, sucking it back in as fast as it pulls out of you. All of your senses tingle and your eyes roll to the back of your head as your body quakes in orgasm. As the zombie blasts gobs of cum into your cunt, you know you have failed.

The white light reappears, driving the zombies away from you, and the voice speaks to you again. "You have failed! You do not get the phallus of truth and light. You do not get the white designer wrap around mini with the matching Gucchi thong sandals. What you do get are your own used black lace panties, white socks, and Wal Mart sneakers. I'm also keeping your backpack." The voice continues "You will also be used and abused as a fuck toy by my four servants until they are satisfied. After they are finished with you, you will be allowed to continue your journey. Any questions?"

"Yes, I do have a question" you say, rather indignantly. "What do you mean Wal Mart sneakers? I wore Reeboks in here!"

The voice is silent for a moment. "Sorry, honey, but your loss is my gain! Besides, they look terrific with my white jogging suit."

The white light suddenly vanishes, and the four gargoyles you saw earlier swoop down from their perches. The biggest one, who appears to be the leader, speaks to you. "Man, you are one hot babe! Rrrrrrrrrr!"

The gargoyles take turns riding you, filling all of your holes with gargoyle cum. After they've each fucked you five times in each hole, they unchain you, and set you free. A doorway opens at the other end of the mausoleum. The gargoyles bid you farewell. "Come back and see us sometime, honey! And if you end up pregnant, remember it's his." Three of the gargoyles point to the runt of the group. You just shake your head, put on your panties, socks, and sneakers, and prepare to head out the door.

You think to yourself, "One of these days I'll learn not to be such a slut!"