Death Embraces Her

In a dark corner with his trusty shotgun in his hands, he watched her, busy in a vain attempt to find him. She had lagged behind during the chase, and when she finally managed to climb her way inside of the dimly lit at best building, he was already hiding. What a joke this was, she found him by sheer luck, and she thought she had the ability to keep up with a man who made it his mission to be as fast, as stealthy as he possibly could?

"Stupid little bitch. I could kill you so easily right now... but then, what's the fun in that...?"

He smirked at that thought, looking her over. She looked like a real whore, with those incredibly tight black jeans that clung to her body. They must have been a few sizes too small for her, and to top it off, they were one of those fucking low rider pieces of shit that had come into fashion. Butm the biggest give away was her half shirt... it barely covered her tits, and good Lord, they were huge; must be a solid D cup, if not more so. He could see them moving, swaying... if she's wearing a bra, it must not be working very well.

The worst was the hair. Oh, he enjoyed long hair... but it was dyed an ugly shade of blue, the kind of shade that stupid little bitches dyed their hair because it's in fashion or they think it makes them different.The choice of leather for a makeshift hair band only made him hate her more... he had a powerful desire to just strangle her to death with it.

But he wouldn't. Oh no, he wants to have some fun before he kills her... and he wants to make her death a little more memorable for her when she rises from the dead. Such was the glorious side effect of the zombie outbreak and the miracle cure that brought the walking dead back to "proper" Human existence, to be forced to recall your own death and the time you spent trying to eat your former fellows as the hunger for their bodies drove you to a near madness.

Slowly, he crouched down and grabbed a lose bit of a wall, broken off from a gunfight that had erupted some time prior to his using the place as an ambush spot. Then, slowly getting back up, he made sure that her back was turned to him... and threw it. The very instant it hit the floor to his left, sure turned and ran over, gun at the ready.

"The fool."

He smirked, she was running right into his trap. As she looked about in the general area of its landing, which was within mere feet of him and her back, he tightened his grip on his shotgun. Spinning it around quickly, he made sure that it butt of the weapons was aimed right at her, so that he could strike with swift, brutal ease. Then, without making a sound, he came charging from his corner, weapon raised and pointed right at her head!

He struck her, the blunt end striking home with brutal, near skull crushing power. Crying out for a moment, her eyes rolled back into her head as she falls forward... but, before she could even hit the ground, he slammed it into her again. And then once again. Each strike was as brutal as the last, almost enough to fracture her skull.

Panting as he stands over her body, he looks down at her, looking for any signs of life, any signs that she wasn't out cold. She laid there, completely motionless, he could see the blood already oozing from her head, staining her hair. He thought, for a moment, that it would be incredibly funny if it turned purple.

Once convinced that she wasn't laying a trap of her own, he crouched down once more and checked for a pulse on her neck. He could feel it... it was still rather strong, telling him that he merely knocked her out. He smirked, bitch'll have a Hell of a headache when she comes around.

But, before that, he must prepare her for the fun that is to come. Laying down his beloved shotgun, he grabs her leather hair band and pulls it away from her hair, pulling it so it's no longer looped. Then, he grabs one of her arms and puts it behind her back, then wraps one end of the leather around the wrist. He does the same to the other arm and wrist, then binds ti together, leaving her arms effectively tied behind her back. But now, he needs something for her legs...

Looking her over, he takes notice of her belt. His smirk grows ever wider as he roughly flips her over, her tits bouncing a bit. For a moment, he wanted so badly to check and see if there was anything holding them... but he managed to hold that urge at bay, for now. That can wait until she's come around, until she can see and know what's happening.

He grabs that belt of her, carefully, avoiding the spikes. Undoing the buckle, he pulls it from her body, then, once more, he flips her body. Moving down, he lifts an ankle up and wraps the belt around it, then the other... and tightens it, then buckles it up. Now, she can't grab at him, she can't walk... she can't get away.

But, one more thing is needed... to gag her. He doesn't normally keep anything on his person to gag his victims, he normally just kills them before they can really make a noise. Looking around the dimly lit room, he can see nothing to use, not even a shred of cloth to...

"Ah...!"

His eyes light up as he looks at her, or rather, her legs. Pulling out his beloved knife, which has been sharped and honed to be almost like a dagger, he slips it under one of her pant legs then, with a few tugs, he manages to cut it open, going higher and higher, cutting more of it open. When he believes he has enough, he cuts around the leg, then pulls away at the fabric, leaving a large chunk of her leg bare. Then, once again, he flips her over, then pulls her mouth open. Once opened, though, it's stuffed full... or rather, more than full with the cut fabric, making it all but impossible for her to scream, any noises will be muffled; perhaps to the point where none but him can hear her.

He looks her over one more time, to make sure that his bindings are secure. With that check down, he lifts her up, noticing how heavy she actually feels and tossed her over his shoulder. He then picks up his shotgun and places it in the make shift sheath he constructed for it, then began the long, slow process of taking her somewhere that her "friends" wouldn't think to look.

...

It had taken him a good, long while alright... carrying around a body is hard worn, he was sweating by the time he arrived at his primary safe house. It was so very funny, knowing that his enemies were most likely running past this particular building every single day, but they never stopped to check. It was old and run down, but lots of windows, entry points for zombies. The windows just looked like they were boarded up carelessly, like an abandoned building; it wasn't a good place to hide from zombies. But that's just what he wanted them to think... it had taken some time, but he had managed to make it safe.

You'd be amazed at what a man that hides all day can accomplish with sheets of metal and brute strength. A zombie or even hoard of zombies couldn't hope to penetrate the reinforcements that he'd made, even if they were smart enough to use their strength wisely. This, combined with the precieved notion that it wasn't safe to spend a few hours in, much less a night made it the best hiding spot.

He tossed her down, onto a small pile of clothes and various rags that he'd collected, much of which was stained with blood. It was a little make shift "bed", something to sleep on that wasn't as cold and hard as the floor. Then, he went about removing his weapons; his beloved shotgun, a few pistols that were quick and easy to access and then his knife. Even if she were bound, there's no need to let her have an easy time of getting his weapons, especially considering what he's going to do to and with her...

He was sure that by now, she'd be awake, if not just groggy and groaning in pain, but the bitch appearently liked to keep him waiting. He considered throwing some water on her face, but that would be a waste of good water; that stuff was hard to find in this city, especially when people are out to take your head in all the obvious places to look for it. He didn't have any use for something like smelling salts, and if his makeshift bed wasn't stroke enough, then nothing else he had would be. He needed something to shock her awake, something painful...

He corcuhes over her and, with all the force he can muster; slaps her across the face. Then, he backhands her with equal force, only to slap her again, then backhands her, over and over, leaving her face red and sore. He can hear her groaning and he ceases his assault, smirking once more.

Her eyes snap open moments later as she realizes that the last thing she recalled was chasing him, and she's greeted with him looking down at her, that evil grin growing wider. She struggles against her bindings, breasts jiggling as she groans and whines, arms and legs getting tired from her trying to get loose.

Chastity

When she comes to, she finds herself on her knees, face pressed against a cold wall, a strange taste in her mouth. She tries to speak, but all that comes out are muffled noises... a foul tasting rag have been shoved into her mouth. It's only when she attempts to move her arms, reality starts to set in: she's been bound and gagged. Her arms are tied behind her back. wrists bound with strong rope. She tries to move her legs, and finds that they're a little more free, but she can't pull her ankles apart, they're also bound.

From behind, a hand grabs her long,, dyed black hair and pulls it back, making her cry out in pain as another hand flips up her frilly plaid Catholic schoolgirl style skirt, revealing a pair of black panties and the tops of her fishnet stockings. Without a word, she can feel a few fingers rubbing against crotch, making her moan. They press harder into her, making her moan louder as they rub up and down the length of her slit, she's getting wet. Then, breaking the silence, a male voice comes from behind her;

"You little whore... you're getting wet, even though you're bound, gagged and being rubbed by a stranger."

She trembles under his touch as he presses his fingers harder still, pushing her panties into her cunt as her lips are forced open, he can feel her panties getting ever more moist. Then, without missing a beat, he slips his hand up to her ass, grabs a hold of her panties and, with a quick pull, rips them away from her body. She gasps as the cold night air hits her slick cunt, and she can hear him whistle.

"My, my... you're just oozing. You must really enjoy the thought of being raped.

Well then, allow me to fulfill your desire!"

Just as he finished that sentence, hard cock is thrust balls deep into her slick, slightly loose cunt, causing her large, milky white braless tits to jiggle under her tight, short little schoolgirl blouse. She screams and moans as he fucks her without mercy, pulling himself out before ramming forward and pulling her hair to whip her head backwards, only to pull himself back again, then ram her again with all his might.

"Yeah, that's right, you little Goth slut! Fucking take my dick!"

He lets go of her hair and lurches forward, grabbing a hold of her top, then rips it open, causing the buttons to scatter across the floor, allowing her immense titties to sway freely. Grabbing a hold of them, she moans loudly as he squeezes them roughly, grinding those puffy, rock hard nipples into his palms.

"Oh God... they're so fucking big! Yeah... fucking big and soft, nothing fake about these tits!"

He whispers into her ear before planting his lips onto her pale neck and licking the skin. She moans as his tongue moves across her neck, shivering softly at the entire thing, about how she's getting fucked hard by somebody she doesn't know, about being bound and gagged, the feeling of her juices pouring down her stocking covered thighs and how roughly her tits are being treated. It's enough to make her orgasm...

And that's what she does. With what would be an ear splitting scream, she cums, her pussy muscles spasming around his thrusting cock, her entire body trembles and then locks up, she's losing herself in her pleasure, totally unaware that he's just told her that he's about to cum. But then suddenly, quick sprays of boiling hot sperm in her pussy snaps her out of it. He groans as he keeps thrusting himself into her, pumping his seed deeper and deeper into her.

After a few moments, he comes to a halt, the last few bursts of his ball juice filling her. He pants softly as he stays still, his hands firmly planted on heavy breasts, his dick refusing to go limp. With a sigh, he lets go of her melons and brings his right hand up to her mouth, his dick slipping from her pussy, much to her displeasure. He grabs a hold of one of the rags in her mouth and poses a question;

"If I pull it out, you won't scream, yes?"

She nods softly a moment later, and, slowly, he starts to pull on the rag, removing it from her mouth. A few long seconds of silence pass between them, and then the silence is broken;

"Fuck me..."

She says softly as she looks back at him. He blinks a few times, totally taken aback by the fact that a woman that he sort of raped wants more. She whimpers as she rocks her ass back and forth, trying to entice him;

"Come on... fuck me! I don't care if it's my pussy, my mouth or my asshole, just stick it in a hole and get to it!"

"You really want it, huh?"

"Yes!"

"Okay then... but let's go somewhere else..."

He says with a smirk before pulling out a knife, which he uses to slice apart the ropes binding her wrists and ankles. She quickly pulls her arms away from her back and rubs her wrists as he stands up, his pants falling to the floor. Kicking them away, he turns around and motions with a hand;

"Come on."

He says as he starts to walk toward the door to the room they were in, stepping over the dirty, dusty, rotting stuffed animals that are strewn about the floor. She gets up slowly, a little uneasy on her legs, which were a little numb from all the time spent on her knees. Turning around herself, she follows behind him, her heels barely making a sound on the plush carpetting as he opens the door, letting a little more light shine into the room. He looks over his shoulder at her, staring at her large breasts and how they move as she walks, and she catches him. She smirks a little as she shakes them about, making them tremble and quake.

"You like 'em, huh?"

"Fuck yes."

"Mmm... well, then maybe I'll just wrap them around your dick a little later..."

She says as her hands grab a hold of them and squeeze them together, then sticks out her tongue. He groans as he steps out of the room and onto hard floor, which snaps him back into reality. Turning to the right, he starts to make his way down a hall with her following, her heels knocing loudly on it.

"This room has a nice, king sized bed. Must have been the parents room."

"Then it must be used to having its springs squeak."

She says with a lustful tone, causing his dick to twitch as he comes to a door. He comes to a halt with her following suit, and then turns the knob, causing the door to open with a slight creak. He pushes it open, letting the dim light pour into it, showing the fine layer of dust that's fallen upen everything in the house.

"Ladies first..."

He says, motioning for her to enter before him, and she accepts. As she moves past him, he slaps her firm on the ass, making her squeal in shock as she moves in, with him just behind. As they both enter, he grabs a hold of the door and closes it. As she walks toward the bed, she hears the click of the lock, then turns around...

... and then she cries out in shock as he throws her down onto the bed, spreading her legs wide open as he slips between then. His hands grab onto her tits and begin to fondle them again as she moans, wrapping her legs around his waist, her heels meeting just above his ass.

"They really are huge... and so very soft. I'm surprised they're not fake."

He says as he plays with them, making her writhe in pleasure as her hands grab onto the dusty sheets covering the well made bed, her long hair fanned out under her with a few strands over her face.

"A lot of guys say that... and a lot of guys love playing with them..."

"You really are a slut."

"Ohhh... mmmm... a little. I just won't let any man fuck me, but I love having all kinds of guys manhandling my tits."

"Any man, huh? You sure let me fuck you... and then begged me to fuck you again."

He says as he rubs his dick against her soaked little slit, teasing her clitoris, making her moan loudly. She tries to force him into her with her legs, but she just can't seem to move him.

"C-c-c-come on, fuck me!"

He ignores her pleas and keeps rubbing his dick against her clit, making her moan and thrash about a bit, he's driving her wild. She rolls head head back and forth, her hair getting more messy than it was before as long, thick, slightly curly clumps of her hair flop onto her face, and then back off as she keeps moving. Just as she's about to cum, he stops, and then drives himself deep into her cunt, making her scream as she instantly cums. As her muscles spasm, he starts to thust into her as hard as he can, making her massive tits bounce around wildly as he removes his hands from them. She writhes violently beneath him, her grip tightening on the sheets under her, and as she's fucked harder and faster, she pulls them off of the bed, wrinkling them beyond belief as her legs loosen their hold on him.

"Ohhh! Oh God! Fuck me! Fuck meeeee!"

She screams as she bucks her hips against him, her heels smacking into his back as he thrusts in and out of her. She throws her head back as her back arches and screams as she orgasms again, the spasms of her pussy are almost too much for him to bear.

"Urg... ahhh... gonna... cum..."

He speaks between grunts as he rams himself into her, his balls prepare to fire off. And then, with one fnal thrust, he buries himself as deep as possible and lets it rip. She moans and squirms as his boiling nut butter once again invades her cunt, her legs wrap around him tightly, pulling him closer. She reaches up and grabs his shoulders, pulling him toward her. Before she even has the chance to, her drives himself down onto her lips and kisses her, shoving his tongue into her already open mouth. Their tongues wrestle one another as her legs loosen their hold, allowing him to slip his still hard cock from her pussy, much to her displeasure.

Pulling his lips from her own, he grins at her. Leaning back, he rests on his knees, and then moves toward, straddling her torso, a leg on either side. Instantly, she knows what he's going to do, and her hands snap into action, each grabbing hold of a breast. As he slips his dick between them, she presses those large, warm mounts of flesh around it, causing him to groan.

Without so much as a word, he starts to thrust himself between her tits, causing them to jiggle slightly. Adjusting her head, she opens her mouth and extends her tongue, giving the head of his dick a lick every time he thrusts forward. She moans from time to time, tasting the precum leaking from his dick.

"Oh God, they feel so good wrapped around me."

He mutters as he thrusts between her mounds faster than before, grunting like an animal as he grabs hold of her hands, squishing her tits against his dick as much as possible as he thrusts between them with all his might, feeling that he's already at his limit, just on the verge of his third orgasm.

"Come on, cum all over my tits and face... I wanna feel your warm seed on me!"

She says in a lustful tone, sending him over the edge. With one final thrust, powerful blasts of cum fly from his dick, landing in her mouth and on her face. Moaning, she swallows the load in her mouth, feeling hot, thick strings of his nut juice land on her face. He pulls his dick from between her tits and aims downward, further covering her face in his love.

"Ohhhhh, yes... now my tits! Cover my tits!"

She cries out and he complies, aiming further down her body, allowing quicker bursts of the sticky goo to land on her breasts, causing her to moan even louder. Despite the power he had at the start of this orgasm, he has very little to back it up, and just a short while later, it comes to an end, the coating he's given her causes her to fondle her tits, rubbing his seed into them.

Panting heavily he watches her, moaning and mewling while playing with those heavy mounds, back arching even further, as if to show him what he's caused her to do. By now, both of them must be exhausted, but he's not done with her yet... his dick is still raging, and he still has one final place to ram it into.