The atrocities have just begun

Vittoria's breathing was dense, her shapely chest heaving lightly with the horrid sight of that cock lingering before of her face. At least the cum didn't smell. If it did, she couldn't make it out over the lingering smell of rot and decay around her. It was hard to believe what'd just happened, what danger still lingered even right infront of her. Movement in the ground beneath her trembled. Whatever lurked beneath and retained hold of her lower-leg desperately trying to push forth for a slice of the pinup-worthy pie.

Eventually, the larger of the zombies stumbled it's way back into view. The night almost a blur above the photography lighting that shone over what unfolded. Vittoria could now see a rigid tent pushed into it's mostly intact pants. Was this going to be her nightmare? She could've sworn that thing motioned it's hand over the bulge, as if try to touch itself in vain. All things considered, she was glad it lacked more motor function or intelligence.

Her moment of reprieve was short-lived however. A familiar pair of hands pushed on the back of her shoulders and shifted her forward, enough to bump and stumble the slender, comatose zombie infront. Her lips met it's semi-erect cock once more before it fell, landing half-veiled in the darkness just beyond the light. It lay still and lifeless.

The shift in weight was enough to finally break the clasp of that hand at her leg, thankfully without a meaningful mark. It allowed Vittoria to try and shift, scramble away and get whatever this was off her shoulders. A single hand lost it's grip, allowing her turn enough and get a look behind. "Oh god..."

Her heart sank. What she saw vile, far more gone and rotted away than even the emaciated corpse before. Truly it looked like something out of a swamp, visibly wet with a slimy substances oozing from it's open mouth and at least two maggots falling from within. Vittoria's heart pounded; it's body didn't fare any better. It's greenish-brown skin looked torn and decomposed, a lighter shade than the others had been thus far. The odd piece of earth clung to it's clammy flesh, along with wriggling, rippling signs of life above and below it's skin. She could only assume this was one of the ones from the ground, barely a piece of clothing remained on it's form. Worse still was the unsightly cock it had between it's legs, jutting forth in obscenely thick glory. This one was uncut too and Vittoria could see movement beneath it's sheathe, as well as it's sizeable, swollen sack. It's entire package looked bloated, still decomposing as it moved.

The foul figure lurched forward and grabbed at the lower part of Vittoria's remaining dress, ripping it the rest off the way off as leverage to pull itself close. She yelped, her buxom rear on full display like a pale, second moon. A clearly expensive lace thong nestled between her cheeks as it rigidly knelt behind her.

This fresh zombie grasped at her ankle, parting her legs in the compromising doggy position she was now in. "No, please!" Vittoria begged before it's first hand awkward pulled her thong aside, struggling a little to get the fabric to stay over her larger ass. She just about heard the ground shift a ways behind her, fearing another was finally clawing it's way free from the earth. Then she felt it.

It at least felt warmer than the last, but still a little chilled. It's damp, oozing, foul tip nudged against the now-bare folds of her smooth pussy. "No, no, no!!" She felt something wriggle against her opening, then again. The zombie pushed, struggling at first to get it's heavy girth inside. Vittoria grimaced as her fears were confirmed - a maggot wormed up and over her thumb as she braced on the grass. "Eurgh!" was all she could utter before that thick, undead tip lodged itself inside her warm confines. "Ugh!!"

The zombie groaned out lowly, sounding like it's vocal chords has long since broken down. There was a mulched, gurgling hint to the sound it made, not a million miles from the wet *shlick* of it's cock inside her. It's gooey wetness mixed with her own; her opening visibly damp from the fear and shock of her situation. A slow, bated rhythm begun to form as the zombie huffed and moaned, progressively working it's thick cock inside her against her will. Vittoria could feel her eyes well up a little, not out of pain, but the sheer shame of it all. This vile thing was started to fuck her, humping it's awkwardly thick, rotten cock into her hot, soft confines. "Nnghh, fuck..."

It's cock was massive, repeatedly stretching her sex around the unnatural girth. Sticky, wet sounds emanating from her cunt as it worked in and out, deepening a little more each time. The familiar, ticklish wriggle teased her, now fully inside her as well as against her folds. She couldn't bring herself to admit it, but it almost felt enjoyable, causing her to softly groan as the sensation reached and taunted over her clit. Part of her was starting to enjoy it; disgusted and horrified from the whole ordeal.