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[Monday] [8:24 PM]

Alice feels the infected's weight bearing down on her, its hips thrusting wildly as it dry humps her. She can feel its erect penis rubbing against her bare stomach, slick with pre-cum. Its balls slap against her crotch as it continues to grind against her.

"Get off me, you sick bastard!" Alice screams, struggling to push the infected off of her. But the infected is too heavy, and its grip is too strong. Its nails dig into her skin, leaving bloody marks on her shoulders.

Tears streaming down her face as she tries to wriggle out from under the infected. "Somebody help me!" she screams, her voice hoarse from screaming. But there's no one around to help her.

Alice can feel its cock pulsating against her stomach as it builds up to climax. She closes her eyes, bracing herself for the inevitable.

And then, with a loud grunt, the infected cums. Hot streams of semen splatter onto Alice's stomach, tits, and face. She feels it coating her skin, sticky and gross. She gags, coughing and sputtering as she tries to wipe the cum off of her face.

Alice kicks the infected off of her with a **** born of sheer terror and desperation. She scrambles to her feet, her heart hammering in her chest as she takes in the creature before her. Its eyes are vacant, its skin grey and lifeless, and its dick is still semi-hard and glistening with cum.

Without a second thought, Alice turns on her heels and runs. She runs as fast as her legs will carry her, fueled by adrenaline and fear. She can hear the infected behind her, its labored breathing and the thumping of its limbs against the ground.

As she runs, Alice can feel the infected's cum drying on her skin, making her feel even more disgusting. She wants to rip her clothes off and scrub herself raw, to remove any trace of the infected's touch from her body.

Alice runs into the locker room, her heart pounding in her chest. She quickly locates an empty shower stall and turns on the water, gasping as the cold liquid hits her heated skin. She quickly adjusts the temperature, welcoming the burning heat against her chilled flesh.

As she stands under the streaming water, Alice's mind drifts back to the infected that had just violated her. She can still feel its hot semen coating her skin, sticky and gross. She shudders involuntarily, anger and disgust bubbling up inside her.

But then, something unexpected happens. Alice feels a sudden surge of arousal, her nipples hardening and her pussy growing wet. She feels a wave of shame wash over her, appalled at her own body's response to the traumatic event.

"What the fuck is wrong with me?" Alice mutters, closing her eyes in frustration. She closes her eyes, leaning back against the tile wall of the shower. She can feel the water cascading down her body, tracing a path over her curves and valleys.

Alice’s breath hitches in her throat as she pictures a cock, hard and thick, sliding in and out of her. She can feel herself growing wetter, her clit swelling with need.

Stop it, she tells herself fiercely. This is wrong. So fucking wrong.

But her body doesn’t care about right or wrong. It craves release, craves satisfaction. And Alice knows that she’s powerless to resist.

With trembling fingers, she reaches down to touch herself. She gasps as she slides a finger through her slippery folds, circling her clit with just enough pressure to send waves of pleasure coursing through her.

She adds a second finger, plunging them deep inside herself. She fucks herself roughly, desperately, chasing the elusive dragon of orgasm.

It doesn’t take long before she feels the familiar tension build in her core. Her breath comes in short, sharp gasps as she pistons her fingers in and out of herself, her thumb working her clit in tight circles.

And then, with a wordless cry, she comes. Her orgasm crashes over her like a tidal wave, overwhelming her senses and leaving her dizzy and gasping.

As the waves of pleasure subside, Alice feels a profound sense of shame and guilt wash over her. She can’t believe what she just did, can’t believe that she let herself succumb to such base desires.

She quickly finishes her shower, rushing through the motions as if trying to erase the memory of her sin. When she’s done, she steps out of the stall, her skin pink and scrubbed raw.

She gazes around the locker room, searching for something to cover herself with. Unfortunately, the only towels available are locked away in a cabinet.