enter the Sarge

"Three down, one bound." he said into the microphone on his helmet. He made a quick sweep of the room, his **** rifle leveled in front of him. I didn't move. I couldn't. All I could do was lay there, naked and sweaty. "Clear." He said, and lowered his rifle.

He looked down at the zombies, and watched them rapidly dying. "What the fuck is this all about?" He said to me. I turned my head and felt a long rope of cum run down my forehead. I wiped it from me with my free hand and, for effect, licked it clean. He didn't know what to do, so he raised his gun again.

"I'm immune. More than that, I can cure them." I said, my voice quivering. "Look at the data on the table. The doctor recorded every kill, every cure, and every encounter." He picked up a clipboard, and stared at it in disgust. I lay back, waiting. "He may shoot me." I thought.

"Oh Christ!" he said, flipping the page to see photographs of me on patrol. "Sarge, you better come up here." He said into the mic as he took his helmet off and wiped his sweating brow. A minute later, a hard looking blue eyed man casually walked through the door. He glanced at me, and then to the soldier. He spent a few minutes looking over the data, his eyes widening when he saw what I was.

"Get on the horn, tell HQ we need immediate armored extraction for a Class 7 VIP! NOW!" He told the soldier. "Ms. DeMoss, I don't know what this asshole has been doing to you up here, but we'll get to safety." he said, pushing the button to unlock the door. He pulled his .45 and put one in the head of each of the zombies before approaching me. Pulling on rubber gloves, he unclamped the restraints. He tried to stay professional, but when his gloved hand touched my bare ankle, he held his breath.

"Sarge, the doctor wants to talk to you. Says its very important." said the corperal. He looked at my cum and sweat soaked body as I slid off the exam table to the shower in the corner. Both of them watched as I cleaned myself with the **** gel. No reason to be embarrassed. They had seen the photos.

The doctor was roughly shoved into the room at gunpoint. He looked at me sheepishly, and turned to address the Sargeant. "Sir, my research is at a critical stage. If you interrupt it now, the cure may be lost." The sarge looked at me. I shrugged my shoulders. For all I knew, he was telling the truth. He scowled, and spoke into the mic. "Corperal Heeley..."