To the biggest house nearby

"Shit! What have you done?" I yell at them, but as usual, I get no answer whatsoever. I just sit there helplessly. Those water bottles where not see-through so I couldn't spot the contents. I just did a process of elimination. One, it wasn't my cum, since I didn't think they would have more of that. Or at least I think so. And even if they did, it shouldn't be more than two drinking bottles! At the same time, whatever was in that bottle converted the officer, so it must be.... I don't know... some substance similar to my cum. The only thing I could think of on the spot would probably be some zombie body fluids. By some weird logic, they had ingested my cum in one form or another, and the only substance I knew could "zombiefy" people was my cum... so.... my current best hypothesis is some kind of body fluid from a zombie. Maybe cum, blood, breast milk? After all, Hanna did inject her breasts with my cum, didn't she?

It's not like I have much else to do while being bound to this chair, and in a sense it calms me somewhat to just... analyze this from an outside perspective. To put some distance between me and this crazy sex-apocalypse or whatever it is. And now we even have a police officer with a gun accompanying our escort. She hasn't undressed, I notice. Who would dare to stop naked women escorted by an armed police officer? Well, certainly not me. I could certainly see why no one dared get involved or try to stop us.

I did try to look around. I can't just be buried in my own thoughts. I see some fancy houses. We seem to be passing an urban villa area. Oh god. What are they going to do? Just march inside one villa and... I gulp as I realize that that may actually be what's going to happen. But what if there already are people there? What if there is a man there? I haven't seen what... um.... my cum does to men. Do they become zombies too? I have only seen female zombies, so I have no idea.

Suddenly we come to a halt before one of the largest villas around. It's quite beautiful if I may say so. It has a pool, a big garage, three stores above ground. I guess it has at least one level of basement. A large balcony. Basically everything you can imagine I would say. It even has a golf course in the back yard! I mean, who needs a private golf course anyway? Well... I guess we are about to find out. I think to myself as we approach the entrance. I try to use **** to get out of my constraints chaining me to this chair, but it's no use. I'm just a passive passenger as they carry me. They open the front gates effortlessly before I know how they did it. Soon we approach the house. There is no alarms ringing, which kinda puzzles me.

As we approach the house I see an elderly woman opening the door, seemingly unaware of our presence. Suddenly she spots us and yells something. I can't quite make out what it is since we are somewhat far away. I see her re-enter the house. A moment later an elderly man emerge with the woman taking cover behind him. Fuck ... he's carrying some sort of pistol.... The police woman steps forward.

These people are old enough to be my grandparents! Please, for the love of god. Don't turn them into sex slaves. I'm not into old people! I think to myself as I close my eyes. I think this is a bad sign. I'm probably so accustomed to the zombies winning that I didn't even consider that my own life may be in danger. Oh god, what have I become? What have the world become?