Try to keep quiet

You know that to voice the terror you are feeling will probably mean ****, so you clap a hand over your mouth and try to stifle your cries. You whimper softly with fear as you feel the mire ghoul's long, cold fingers brushing against your back.

"Pretty," it says. "Ssssoft."

It moves closer and slides its hands around to your breasts. They are slick with sweat and the zombie's putrid cum, but the ghoul does not seem to mind as it massages your sensitive tits and begins to pluck at your nipples. It presses its body against your back and leans its horrible, alien head over your shoulder. The huge eyes flick to you and it smiles, revealing jagged rows of black teeth.

"Wants to touch you. Wantsss to put you down for good feeling."

It releases your tits and grabs you roughly by the shoulders and pushes you down on the ground onto your stomach. You lay with breasts against the cold rocks, your abused pussy and heart-shaped ass up in the air. You can hear the zombies moaning outside the cave. They're very close now. The mire ghoul looms over you, standing on bent, froggy legs. The white tube of its prick is erect, pointing slightly upward.

"Givessss you child." The ghoul hisses. "Givess you good feeling."

It steps towards you and its intention is obvious. The thought that this horrible half-living creature could impregnate you is terrifying. Maybe screaming and throwing your fate to the zombies is best. Or maybe you could distract the ghoul in some way.