Considering the circumstances

"Uh, yeah... I... I think so..." I managed a weak reply while my from-time-to-time boyfriend managed to pull me out from under her my now certainly dead old man. I could see the look of disgust on his face as he realized what's been happening to me, but didn't allow me the time to reflect upon it or wash myself off from all the blood, gore and sticky white sperm staining my naked body.

"There's zombies everywhere. We'll have to be quick to get out of here alive." He explained to me in a grim, more grown up voice than I'd ever heard from him before. Somehow the deadly calm and promise of **** that seemed to be radiating from him managed to get me out of my stupour and, by far more strangely, also turned me on to a point where the sharp blade of my razor had never been able to take me before. I followed him blindly down the stairs and out through the door, just barely making a noise even as he tugged me behind him by one of my sprained wrists.

"Spyder, wait...!" I finally managed a weak little moan of objection as he jumped on his sturdy motorbike, kicking it into action while I was still standing on the sidewalk and holding up my trembling hands. "I... My wrists... I can't hold onto you like this...!"

"Just get up, babe!" He growled at me, picking up a roll of that duct tape he'd already been wiring around parts of himself. I got the point, and found myself surprisingly eager just to do as he said as I crawled up on the saddle behind him. The feeling of the fail safe tape being tied tight around my arms and wrists was strangely comforting, and I allowed myself to rest my head against his back once I was surely secured.

And that's when my eyes caught up with the scenario around me, one that seemed taken from the very gates of hell itself as half-eaten bodies lay strayed across every lawn in our street. Not all of them were already dead I realized while the engine roared beneath my naked thighs, and I was more than happy to be taken away from it all even though I couldn't stop myself from staring back at it over my shoulder.

The nightmare was far from over however, and it seemed like Spyder was completely right in his claims. The invasion of zombies had truly reached every part of our city, and all around there was wrecked cars, broken windows and even more of the partially dead inhabitants. How could it ever come to this I found myself wondering, and my thoughts went uninvitedly to my dad. My poor old dad, with his intensies halfways torn out of his belly, dripping with blood and gore unto my naked back... His strong arms pinning me down against the floor, and his fat, good old cock pistoning inside of me while he was pumping me full of his seed...

Why? Why hadn't he simply been killing me, instead of... having his way with me? Not **** me, I couldn't think of it like that. Having his way with me, all the way until I was cumming together with him! What the hell was going on with me...?! Thoughts like that kept me occupied while the street rushed on beneath us, until the screeching of brakes and Spyder's swearing pulled me back up to the present again...