Give into fate

“This is it,” Samantha thought to herself as she closed her eyes. She could feel the heat from the zombie’s breath getting closer to her as she waited for the inevitable bite as the zombie dug its teeth into her flesh. But it never came. Instead she felt its cold lips press against hers, its tongue forcing its way into her mouth. Samantha experienced a rush of sensations at that moment; the cold lips and tongue pushing and forcing their way against hers and the sudden sexual advancement coupled with her limited experience made her reluctantly feel aroused, though despite that this was basically a corpse attempting to **** her and that mixed with the putrid smell of the zombie’s made her have to physically **** herself not to vomit.

The kiss had lasted for what seemed like an eternity to Sam and during most of it she had tried in vain to break free from the zombie’s grip though as one of the zombie’s hands made their way to her breasts and started to fondle one she lost all will to break free. Its grip, whilst firm was gentle and despite her not wanting to she found it very pleasing. Towards the end of the kiss she even found herself working into it, her tongue flicking over the zombie’s. But as the kiss ended reality sank back in. Samantha let out a gasp and dropped to her knees, and unable to hold it back any longer she threw up on the floor. She wiped her mouth with the sleeve of her shirt and felt sickened with how she had acted only moments a go. She looked up at her captors and dreaded what they had in store for her. “Though,” She thought to herself. “It can’t be any worse than being their next meal, right?”