They each take their turn at her soaking pussy!

Aliénor, cunt still leaking a steady stream of unholy cum, sweats silently on the damp, mouldy tombstone her captors have chosen for a bed, the occasional gasp rippling out of her convulsing body; a few pained tears slip down her tender cheeks.

Oomph! The captain heaves in surprise as another one of the undead takes the place of the alpha male, disgusting member at the ready. Aliénor tries to budge, shifting under the zombie’s weight, breasts squeezed against the cold surface of the rock, but to no use. An unnatural strength presses against her, and in any case the rest of the horde, still noisily circling her exposed frame, stand ready to drag her back into place at the sign of any serious resistance. You grin in your high tower as the monster, apparently determined to enjoy its moment, grabs a firm fistful of Aliénor’s dark locks, yanking her head back as it thrusts forward into her waiting depths. The captive yelps.

This time there is little ceremony, just the mechanical slap of flesh on flesh as the hideous creature plunders the bounty hunter before your hungry eyes. The others are quicker to intervene this time, all sensing that their own few minutes of satisfaction are near. They crowd around the girl, prodding, probing and rubbing themselves against her aching body hungrily. The squelching of their putrid flesh fumbling for purchase melds with that of their victim. A wet spank echoes across Aliénor’s asscheeks as another thrust lodges itself inside of her, followed by another, and a third. The rhythm is almost enchanting, slowly to be joined by the ever more frantic gasps of the prisoner as the blows become more and more relentless. The zombie pulls back one final time, standing up as and bellowing in pleasure as he releases his load into Aliénor; she arcs her back majestically as she is stretched back, her boobs standing erect as the moment lingers for a few quiet seconds...

And then Aliénor is roughly pushed down again, splayed once more on the unpleasant rock as the third brainless minion staggers into place. Hair streaming in all directions and covered in sweat, it takes a good part of her strength just to grimace in momentary preparation before another prick forces its way inside of her. You swivel your view several times to watch the scene from different angles. From above, Aliénor’s toned cheeks sway rhythmically up and down, her pink little asshole clenching involuntarily at the harsh forward motion. From the front, you most notice Aliénor’s heavy panting, coming in fits and coughs as she is pushed towards your all-seeing gaze; her eyes remain almost clamped shut as the zombie roughly thrusts in and out. Finally, you temporarily look through your minion’s eyes, watching intently as the fiend’s thick, rotting cock bounces around sloppily, Aliénor’s tight, wet little cunt straining under the pressure. She moans as another gloopy load bursts out of the zombie, further flooding her already drenched insides.

The following three beasts each take their own turn, matching their rancid brothers in intent and enthusiasm, each rapid thrust more eager than the last. Aliénor’s hips buck up and down as each assumes the correct position, near crushing the poor girl into the dirty marble of the tomb before battering their way inside her. One fondles her breasts as it does so, slavering over her back and neck almost affectionately. Another spreads her butt-cheeks apart widely before entry, eliciting a frightened groan from the bounty hunter as it impales her upon its rotten shaft. The final one, perhaps aware that its chances of impregnating Aliénor are relatively low, takes its time, pressing forward gently at first before gradually increasing its pace. For the first time, although it may just be your imagination, you notice the captain holding onto the crumbling stone around her in genuine pleasure, rocking to meet the monster’s movements and whining softly. Her will seems broken. As this zombie spurts forth a further tide of fresh, pale seed, Aliénor cries out in sudden pleasure, eyes wide open and mouth agape as she squeals in delight. Your would-be assassin has at last become not just the breeding bitch of a pack of undead monstrosities, now she’s a filthy whore to boot.

You withdraw from your seeing stone, a bulging hard-on tugging at your robes, as the seventh and final zombie sinks its way into Aliénor’s flooded depths. You’ve seen enough for now, and you can return to the other girls in the confidence that the captain’s body and soul are being well taken care of: she is no longer anything more than a plaything for her hideous captors. As if to confirm your suspicions, a bright flicker of green flickers across your vision as the scene before you fades from view. The light begins to dim...but you still have time to admire the tiny bulge already forming on Aliénor’s stomach...the first, flickering pulse of new, unholy life.

Not a second goes by before already a new image flickers onto the obsidian, your callous hands wrapped attentively on the black sphere of glass.