Go through the garden and run like hell

You remained at the side door, the one that led out to the patio and then directly to your mother’s garden. If you crouched low it would provide cover far enough to get you to the pool at the very least, and from there it would have to be a mad dash the final few yards to the treehouse. But then of course there were your sisters to deal with. An idea came, though you weren’t especially proud of it.

“Shit,” You turned back to Alan, still in the doorway. “If you go down the hall the first closet on the right has my dad’s golf bag, get it for me would you?”

He nodded and rushed inside, while your mom approached you with an inquisitive expression. “Why do you need that?”

You found yourself staring at her stomach, lost in thought. Had she grown a slight tummy in the last hour or was it your imagination running wild? You felt both terrified and painfully aroused by the thought. With a gargantuan **** of will you tore your gaze upwards and looked her in the eye. “If we’re heading out into that hell, we’re going to need weapons to defend ourselves. We have to be prepared to fight, even,” you swallowed back an uncomfortable thought, “..even if it’s Tori and Bonnie..”

Your mom looked you up and down, her concern for her daughters at war with her animal lust and adoration for you. After a moment she gave your hand a reassuring squeeze, this woman had bound herself to you and despite the mixed feelings, you had to admit it was comforting.

Alan returned a moment later, dragging the heavy bag behind him. You took out the clubs and began to hand them out.

Three naked, semi-sexed up women with only a few golf clubs to defend themselves with. Not the best squad to have in the middle of an apocalypse, but they were all you had.

“Stay low, move fast, hit anyone that approaches,” you told them, putting as much command into your voice “we’ve got to keep going until we get to that treehouse.”

The women looked at you with adoration and attention, hanging off every word. It occurred to you that you that this must have been what the first caveman felt when he domesticated wolves. Or better yet, what an alpha wolf felt amongst his pack.

“I’ll hold down the fort,” Alan replied, limping back into the house and Natasha’s bound form. “Plus I’m sure this sweet pea will need her medicine again soon…”

You rolled your eyes at him, typical. But you put that aside and focused on the garden path ahead and braced yourself. Breathing in, breathing out, golf club in hand, you counted to three and then bolted ahead.

The garden, with its various ferns and wall of shrubs led towards an alcove that had been built by your dad and the four of you dashed to it. So far the coast was clear, but there was no telling how long that would last. Where the hell were your sisters? You were certain you had seen them just before near the pool? Looking that way now, it was empty. A terrible feeling gnawed at the back of your mind, you felt like a tourist in the savanna who had wandered into the wilderness, out of his depth and surrounded by stalking dangers.

You paused briefly, allowing everyone a moment of respite while you scanned around again for Tori or Bonnie. How the fuck could they have just vanished like that? You had seen them locked together, fairly distracted. Fuck it, you thought, no time to worry over this shit. You would rush through this mess and hope for the best.

You were met by an ocean of writhing flesh of all shapes, sizes and colours, all moving together in various acts of lust like a giant singular organism by the pool. It was awe inspiring in a way, the absolute depravity of it all. You noticed the local nun being fucked in all of her holes while her hands desperately reached out to jerk or finger any piece of flesh she could get her hands on. Your lesbian cousin was pushing the limits of her gag reflex as she inhaled the cock of her father, her hands grasping onto his ass checks tightly to hold him in place and take him deeper. Becky Winters, an old high school crush of yours currently slamming her pussy into her mother’s, the two furiously making out and mashing tits.

It would have been easy to get caught up in it all, especially with the changes your body had undergone. Even now you felt your cock harden, ready to go yet again. But your were set on the task at hand, Jackie awaited.

The four of you dashed by, eyes straight ahead. There was a minefield of naked bodies before you, and you found you had to jump and sprint about as they clawed and reached out, trying to drag you deep into their ball of lust.

“COCKCOCKCOCK!” The snarling, drooling form of your old English teacher Mrs Brooks came rushing towards you, her ebony tits bouncing as they did.

She was about four feet away when Jessica swung out with her 5 iron and struck your teacher across the calve, downing the older woman with a howl of frustration.

Another leapt forth, a woman with curly red hair and thick thighs you vaguely recognised as a member of you mom’s book club. “INSIDE! CUM INSIDE!”

Gabriela didn’t hesitate to swing into her shoulder and halt her attack.

Your heart was pounding in your chest. Fear and excitement intermingling, you sporadically glanced up at the treehouse growing closer and closer. So close now, maybe another 10 feet…

That’s when you felt the world upend as you were tackled to the ground. You were slammed down, hard enough to knock the wind out of you and cause your shoulder to ache from the landing. Your golf club was snatched away, as a hand clasped over your mouth and roughly manhandled you. Clawed nails raked across your flesh, and a weight began to push down on you.

“Finally,” growled the familiar voice, “now you’re going to get out that nice fucking cock and fuck us good!”

Your eyes widened in shock as Tori held you down while Bonnie had picked up your discard club and struck Jessica with it. Both of your sisters looked your way, eyes glowing with feral, animal depravity, very naked and divorced from anything resembling humanity. With a howl of lust and anger they descended on you.