With healing magic

"Rosie, this isn't good - we need to lay him down, now!" Annette said with urgency

Carefully, the two women lowered Victor down in front of the shed and the priestess quickly got to work, pulling up his blood-soaked pant leg and started to utter an incantation, while her palms hovered over the deep wound. After a few minutes of glowing blue arcane energy surrounding the laceration, the wound started steadily started closing. The flow of blood stopped just before Annette heard a snarling noise nearby, followed by a quick inhale from Rosie...

"Annette!! Behind y-"

...and then the priestess' vision went dark...

"Unghhh.. ugh... nghhh..."

Moaning could be heard as Annette's eyes slowly opened. Her mind was all over the place as she felt the a sharp pain in the back of her head. Several other senses slowly revealed her unpleasant surroundings. First of all was the cold night air on her bare skin as she was laying on the grass, surrounded in the remains of her ripped clothing, with something even colder and... slimy on the inside of her left thigh, slowly forming a small, sticky puddle under her leg. Next was the familiar rotting smell of the undead, the breeze barely doing anything to alleviate the odour. The last sense to fully process for her was the sight... an extremely disturbing sight... specifically, the sight of Rosie being fucked by a zombie from behind, a few feet from her face.

"..Ngh.. R..Ro-..Rosie..? What... is happening..." Annette said under her breath, barely able to get the words out of her shaking lips.

Rosie didn't respond with anything but moans and gasps as the zombie kept thrusting into her, emitting disgusting sounds as the creature started to groan. Its rotten member throbbed, gradually filling her insides with a maggoty grey mixture that oozed out of the used barmaid's slit, prompting her to fall forward completely limp, leaving her lower half in the air. The raven-haired girl's face pressed against the grass as she stared back at Annette, seemingly devoid of any thoughts as the putrid cum slowly dripped out of her.

Annette couldn't understand why she didn't flee. Instead of them both being at the mercy of the zombie, she could have just ran and saved herself... But then she noticed the broom from the nearby shed, broken in half next to them. Working it out in her head, her eyes welled up as she realised Rosie had tried to save her from being violated by the creature at the cost of herself. A grave mistake in the end but a completely selfless act that Annette would never forget, not to mention repay.

The priestess tried to push herself up from the ground, but struggled to put any strength into the action as she was exhausted from the earlier purification ritual as well as the unexpected healing she had to provide, also not helped by being **** for an unknown amount of time.

Her back fell against the dirt once more as the zombie, now finished defiling the woman next to her, turned its focus to Annette. The zombie's cock trailed strings of the thick grey cum from Rosie's pussy. Its rotten hands spread Annette's legs, spread them and positioned its deformed dick above her opening.

"N-No! Please!... Rosie!.... Victor-" Annette shrieked.

Victor... Annette hadn't considered Victor - Did the creature finish him off? There was no way he could gotten away with his leg, even if she stemmed the bleeding before being knocked out... She looked around, panicking until the rest of Rosie's body fell down onto the grass, then she saw him... propped up against the shed behind her. Pained eyes open and staring forward, his breathing barely visible and his thoughts unreadable.

He had seen what Rosie had to go through and now he had to see the creature do the same thing to Annette, and each of them were powerless to stop it. Victor's eyes eventually moved, meeting Annette's as the rotting hands, now around her waist tightened their grip...