Patience, any moment now.

I yawned. The adrenaline had left my body. After some minutes I had calmed down. Harper was still in the car, but no longer showing any pictures. She was back to her now usual stoic demeanor. Her face blank, and her eyes devoid of pupils and irises. Her eyes was totally white. Nothing else. Just as they had been since I'd taken her virginity not that many days ago. I sighed. It seemed like nothing was going to happen for a while.

"So... calm before the storm, eh?" I asked no one in particular. There was no answer. I didn't expect any, but I think it was wise to talk loud every once in a while, for the sake of my sanity. At least that's what I told myself.

"Well, if nothing's gonna happen...." I trailed off. I then closed my eyes and went to sleep. My energy completely leaving my body. Then I was out, fast asleep.

I slowly woke up. But something seemed.... off. I couldn't quite figure it out and then I looked down. Well, that's where the sensation was coming from. Someone, one of the Zombies, was sucking my cock. I felt a warm and nice sensation as her tongue lapped around my shaft and danced in rhythmic worship. But that was not the thing. I was on a different chair. Or rather, throne. Because what I now sat on was a full on throne. It was softer to sit on. I was still bound, but now by metal cuffs that seemed to be installed into the ornate throne. It was hard to describe. It was like a clash of modern and classical. It was marble. But at the same time it had technology like things... circuits... wires. What for? Maybe the cuffs holding in place my hands and feet? But I wasn't so sure. The throne felt heavy. Very heavy. I couldn't budge it even one bit if I tried to rise up with all my might. The cuffs where just that sturdy and ingrained to the throne. I found that out when I quivered in ecstasy from the blow job, and my body went rigid and tensed against the restraints.

How they had managed to get the throne here was a mystery. I was certain it was too heavy for three of them to carry. I was uncertain if they could carry it at all. There had to be some more... someone else? Maybe? I couldn't say 100%, but...

I looked around and counted. 5. Not 4, 5. One more than before. Well, I knew that Harper was away. I looked at the TV to see if I could see her, but the TV was black, turned off. Well, so much for that. There had been 13 Zombies when we arrived at this mansion. But I couldn't account for all of them so I was unable to determine if this new fifth woman was one of the 13 or a new addition. I couldn't remember their faces. It was all so hazy. Was I ****? Had they put something in my food after all? What if it was something that acted slowly? Creeping under my skin more and more as each second went by? I shuddered. No use thinking about it. I'd just have to accept it. Besides, it wasn't a certainty.

I gulped. Right. Harper did show me all those photos yesterday. Or was it yesterday? How much time had actually passed since I went to sleep. There was no clocks or displays in the room. I had no way to keep track of time.

"H... hey... what time is it?" I stammered as my cock was still getting suction from the... well it didn't matter what it was. What SHE was. Oh my god. Why did I think about this woman as 'it' and not 'she'? Why didn't I manage to call her a 'Zombie'. Why did I accidentally think 'sex ****' instead of 'Zombie' that time? I was getting paranoid. My own thoughts were subtly shifting. I didn't like this one bit.

"Ahhhh! What are you doing to me?!" I screamed like the paranoid brat I had become in the moment. One moment I thought I didn't care if they 'poisoned' my food and the next I was freaking out, afraid to utterly loose my free will and become a blank drone. The Zombies didn't react much to my outburst, other than comfort me. They placed warm, loving hands on my chest and gentle kisses on my naked body to reassure me. I sighed. I got to chill. I got to calm down. Panicking isn't going to help me.

I heard a car pull up outside. Oh god. Who can it be?