RF Arousal Ch 13

The three zombies burst into the room like a SWAT team. Hana’s skin is already turning gray, but she’s still a target. Her narrow back slams against the extraction unit, still whirring away on another woman, as a zombie lifts her to fuck her rapidly. She arches her back and shrieks in ecstasy.

Adella is on her back on the floor, grimacing at the woman on top of her. Sweat and drool drip on her powerful body, and her fat cock throbs as she takes a much smaller shaft at a jackhammer pace. Even infected and beginning to lose her composure, Adella keeps her jaw tight and lets nothing more than a few grunts escape her. She clenches her fist instead of reaching for her cock. An especially savage stroke mashes against her clit, and she gasps, her nipples swelling angrily.

Riley hardly notices her sore elbows. On her hands and knees, she takes it from behind, the slapping of sweaty flesh back there drowning out her pitiful moans. Gray fingers with long nails grip her pale buttocks brutally, and that only makes it feel better. Her cock leaps, and her pussy tightens. “Oh! Fuck!”

The zombie behind her suddenly goes rigid with a growl, and the rush of hot cum spilling into her takes Riley’s breath away. Everything goes black for a second. When she opens her eyes, Annette is standing there with an injector, and the zombie is on the floor. Riley can’t think straight. Precum flows freely from her dick. She reaches for Annette and lunges, then feels a sharp pain in her hip. She jerks, and cum flies, and then she’s on the cold floor, watching dizzily as Annette injects the zombie fucking Hana.

A minute later, instead of feverish squelching and moans, the room is full of labored breathing over a heavy quiet. The stench of sweat and sex is almost overwhelming, yet Riley’s head is beginning to clear.

Chest shining with fluids, Adella sits up, rubbing her face.

Hana sits, still partially tangled up with the zombie that fucked her.

Adella is the first one back on her feet.

“How come they’re all knocked out?” Riley asks when Adella helps her stand.

“The virus wasn’t nearly as advanced in your systems. It hadn’t even begun to replicate,” Annette replies. She pushes down her stained, rumpled skirt to inject herself in the hip. “Oh,” she groans, making a face. “OK. We should be OK.”

“OK? This is pretty fucking far from OK,” Riley replies, looking at the scene in the lab. Annette has already turned off the extractor and injected the woman inside, but the sight of a human being strapped into that device is terrifying. Not as terrifying as how much she enjoyed that, on some level. They’re all thinking it.

“Wait.” Adella pushes damp hair out of her face. “There was one upstairs, remember?”

“Oh, shit. You’re right,” Riley says.

Annette looks around with a frown. “It’s Pamela.”

“We have to catch her before she spreads this thing.” Riley grabs the injector from Annette.