Meet the colonel

A young woman dressed in battle fatigues stepped into my room. I hugged my naked legs and looked up at her. The disgust on her face was plain to see. She dropped a set of clean clothes on the bed beside me and said "Col. Fields wants to see you. Get dressed." I pulled the black pajama pants on first under her cold gaze. She watched as I slid into the white, ultra tight tank top. I could tell she wanted to say something, but there was nothing to say.

The base was buzzing with excitement. Apparently word had gotten out. I followed the girl to a large building, which looked like it used to be a strip mall. The businesses had long been deserted. They all had the iron bars down. I hadn't thought that seeing something so common as that would set me off, but I started to cry softly. Nothing would ever be the same. Cure or not.

She pulled the gate up on what was once a hair salon. Generators whirred inside the dark building as men and women wandered about checking laptops. The Col. turned around. He wasn't what I expected. A small man with a very tired face. A face I knew...

My mind searched, but it wasn't until I saw the large scar on his forearm that I remembered.

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It happened only a couple of months after the outbreak. I had driven into town to look for supplies. Some of the local men had been patrolling the area and I could hear their rifles in the distance. Gunfire was a constant sound now. The power was still on, but television was down. I pulled into the grocery store and noticed no one else was around. It'd been only three days since I'd been in town last, and it was deathly quiet except for the rifles.

A military jeep was parked in the lot. I pulled the shotgun out of the passenger seat, and warily walked to the door. Suddenly, a hand snatched the gun from me and I was facing the 12 gauge barrel. "Get in. And for fuck's sake don't make any noise!" I saw the dripping wound on the forearm. I followed his orders. He shut the door behind me, and baracaded it with a motorized shopping cart.

His name was Lt. Stanley Fields. "When did that happen?" I asked in a whisper. He looked down.

"About an hour ago. We brought our wounded into town. Locals opened fire, so we fired back. In the woods, one of the wounded turned." he said, a wild gleam in his eyes. "I know what's going to happen. Don't think I don't. Our boys will mop up that pathetic gang of rednecks and then come back to find me and they'll kill me too. And that's okay. I don't give a fuck anymore." he said, walking toward me.

I backed up against the checkout area. "What are you doing?" I asked, my mind racing. He looked down at the shotgun, and back at me. Slowly, he brought it up, and touched the barrel to my right breast. The look in his eyes said it all. He was going to get laid one last time before he died.

He sat the gun down behind him, and was on me. I tried to push away, but he twisted my wrist around my back and pinned me to the conveyor belt. His other hand roughly tore at my jeans. I tried kicking, but he was too strong. His hand slid under my panties and cupped my pussy as he sloppily kissed my neck. As his finger slid in, I felt the wetness start. He was infected alright.

I stopped struggling and lay still. "There. That's better." he said, pulling my jeans and panties down. He turned me around and pushed me down onto the belt. I heard him fumble with his belt, and felt his already rock hard prick slide up and down slit. When he found the hole, he didn't waste any time.

I started moaning almost immediately. I felt like such a whore. I started crying from shame, but my body reacted immediately to the virus. I reared up and looked back at him, lust in my eyes, confusion in his. He started pumping harder and faster, his hands reaching around to cup my breasts as I impaled myself on his fever-hot cock. "Fucking yes!" he said, slapping my ass. I grunted and blushed as he nibbled at my neck while his hands lifted my shirt top. I squeezed my pale pink nipples and came, my sex juices running down both of our legs.

He pulled out, and spun me around. Grabbing both my legs, he lifted me onto the belt, and pushed my legs up. I held them behind my knees as he dropped down. His eager tongue lapped up my liquid sex, and then dove into my quivering ass. My eyes went wide as he tongued and licked it before standing up, and violently ramming his cockhead into it. I winced as his inches slid into my anus.

I wasn't getting wet in there. He grabbed my thighs and violently fucked my ass as I winced and whimpered. "Fuck my pussy again! Please!" I said through gritted teeth. His eyes went wide. He pulled out, and rammed it back into my rapidly drying hole. The combination of sensations was too much. I clamped down on his prick and moaned and moaned, my nails digging into his forearms as I felt hot cum shoot inside of me as I came. He thrusted wildly as he exploded into me, forcing his cum to squirt out. He reared back and popped out, covering my stomach with what seemed to be endless squirts from his twitching cock.

I lay there, chest heaving. He held his head. "Wha.." was all he said before he stumbled back, confused. I heard the humvee pull into the lot, and rolled off the belt. I didn't have time to clean up, so I pulled my pants on and ran out the back. I never saw him again, until now.

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"Ms. DeMoss. Glad to see you again." he said with a weary smile. "We need to talk."