Extract the "serum"

He quickly fitted my ankles into the harnesses and locked the leather straps down tightly. I sat there at watched as he put on the mask and apron before locking the room with the bank vault door. It was a necessary safety precaution when handling infected blood. The good doctor walked over to the other vault door at the end of the room, and slid the panel open. The bitten and mottled arm of one of his "Test Subjects" shot out, groping blindly for flesh as a low moan issued from the 12 x 12 room that contained half a dozen undead that we had captured. The doctor deftly jammed a syringe into its arm and filled it with its juices (once they get to a certain stage, it all becomes the same liquid) , handed it a cut of uncooked cow, and slid the door closed as it went to eat.

"Lay down, Ms. DeMoss." He said. I bit my lip as I felt the cool metal on my back. He secured my right hand, then my left. He always did this when experimenting with introducing the virus into my body. He walked over to the table, and I could just barely see him unload the syringe into a shallow bowl, which he carried over to the table. "I'm sorry to have to be so... intimate, but it must be done." he said, and lifted my skirt.

I blushed as he ran his fat fingers down my slit until the tips slid in my hole. With the other hand, he emptied 1/4th of the syringe onto the rest of the fingers. Our eyes met and I gritted my teeth as he slid two fingers into me. I got wet, fast. He pumped his fingers into me over and over, my wetness and heat increasing rapidly. I hated the smile on his face, but my body had always betrayed me to the juices of the Undead.

He quickly stepped back, and grabbed a long, plastic tool, that it took me a while to realize was a standard dildo. When he laid it between my legs and hefted a bizarre contraption full of belts and wheels to sit at the foot of the table, I was snapped out of the moment.

"Doctor, what the Hell is that?" I asked, my pussy dripping wet and involuntarily clamping and releasing. He grinned, and took the dildo, inserting it into a slot in the front of the machine. He stood tall, and pulled his gloves off. Seconds later, a fresh pair was on, and he turned to me.

"This, my lovely; is our extractor. Micro tubes on the surface of the attachment will collect your moisture and fill up an internal vile which I will use for testing. It won't take long. My studies indicate 99% of the zombie virus will have been rendered inert by now, so we shall proceed at once.

My eyes went wide as he lined up the machine with my pussy. He parted my lips, and hit a button. The thing slowly, insistently, pressed foreward. I grimaced as it hit clit and had to shift my hips so it slid home inside of me. It was slow at first, but he soon turned a dial, and it was pumping in and out of me rhythmically, mechanically, and I started to get wet on my own. I could feel the subtle suctioning of the fluid by the tiny vaccuum tubes meticulously drilled into the device's surface.

I felt his gloved fingers push my clitoral head back and gently stroke the sensitive bulb with the other hand. "That's good. That's good. We are already getting a decent sample." he said, a sinister grin on his pudgy face. He reached over, and turned the dial up. My eyes shot open.

I had no real warning. He went from "3" to "10" immediately. A let out a loud, long moan as the thing blurred into action, hammer-fucking me over and over and over. I came so fast and so hard that I nearly sprained my wrists in the restraints. My gasps for him to stop it only came out in winces and moans. He freely groped my breasts through my shirt and flicked my clit relentlessly with his other hand.

"You are doing very, very well! Almost there!" he said, as I gritted my teeth. It came at me like a truck. I knew this orgasm was going to one of those "wake up and remember it later" orgasms, and boy was I right. I remember the pain in my ankles as I writhed under the shattering waves erupting from my cunt, looking over to see the doctor stroking himself through his scrubs, and then blacking out with the Hammer of God still striking home inside my quivering sex.

When I came to, the restraints were still on, but the machine was thankfully shut off. My hips were still shaking with the as my sex quivered and spasmed along with my breathing. The doctor was at his work table, looking at the sample he had collected. Slowly, with wild, mad eyes, he turned. "I've done it. I've found the cure..." He absent-mindedly walked over to the table, and loosened the restraints, muttering "I've done it... me.... I saved mankind."

As I slid from the table, feeling a bit unappreciated and very used, I caught my breath and said "So what now?"

"Now, my dear..." He said with a flourish of a vile, "We test it."