Zombiemen cometh

Doomgal marched up to the flesh-doors of the nearby hell citadel, with its ascending spires of bones, stone, and living metal. Thousands of bodies seemed to writhe and moan, if it was in pain, pleasure, or both, she had no real clue but didn't care, it was all demon architecture. There seemed to be a slot to insert what supposed to be a key.

She thought about it for a moment, and wondered where it would be. But then considering her past experiences with hell-doors, she would need to run about for some thirty-odd minutes grunting at random walls as she tried to find hidden doors.

Instead, she shoved her fist deep into the hole, a meaty squelch replied. Rummaging around the moist depths, she found some strange mechanism to her fingers. Grabbing hold of it, she clenched her fist tight over it until she felt a crack and fissuring, then finally a dull snap.

She yanked her arm out just in time for the door to rumble and rise up.

On the other side, she saw several shambling figures the resembled humans lurch towards her. Recognising them for what they were, she leapt to action, her fist crunching into the face of the nearest foe, her boot landing in the gut of another, all the while roaring her fury.

The **** was swift, having killed the more aggressive ones in a bloody melee, doomgal sighed as she held in headlocks two of the most effeminate and weakest of the zombiemen. She slammed and pinned one to the ground with her boot, while she stripped the other.

First the shirt came off, and she purred at the perfectly preserved, soft flesh of what she guessed was some kind of femboy before his possession by the demons, if the round ass was to go by anything. The trousers torn off, she felt up the rather small bulge and grunted, disappointed that he wasn't a hung femboy, but he did have a really nice ass. She brushed a finger against the zombie's crotch, grinning when she felt the whole body lurch, with the underpants straining. Finally taking the last clothing off, she laughed and flicked at the short dick that was already oozing with joy.

She proceeded to put down the disorientated first zombie, then did the same to the second, who dressed down completely, had even a pair of breasts and womanly hips, with a dick that was only slightly larger than his cohort's.

Taking both of the femboy zombies, she knelt down and took a dick in each fist, giving enough of a squeeze to both to make the zombies jolt and thrust forward. After some seconds allowing them to adjust, she began to jack each of them in an uneven rhythm, fast and slow, clenching her fists near to closing each time she sensed they were about to cum and smiling at the pleasured pain that came across the faces of the zombies.

Laughing a few times, she continued the motion a few more minutes, before squeezing so hard, she heard the pained grunts and drool seeping out of the mouths of both zombies, their knees and legs weak as they latched onto her arms for support. Letting go at last, both collapsed, quivering messes on the ground, still hard and even more mindless than before.

She took the zombie with the budding breasts and positioned him on top of the other, aligning the dick to the asshole. She then shoved it inside and delighted at hearing the squeaks from both zombies as she stepped back and watch both begin to rut like the mindless monsters they were.

Doomgal marvelled at her handiwork for a moment, watching cum fly everywhere, again and again, then continued down the corridor, deeper into the citadel, where she hoped she could finally find some kind of weapon to help her.