Zombies - A Love Story Ch. 10byAsylumSeeker©
Zack hadn't anticipated running into any survivors until they reached the coast, but they were several hundred miles north of it when they saw another sign.
EXIT HERE, GO WEST it instructed.
Caria had been paying more attention to Teddy, who was sitting quietly in her lap and shaking, than the road. When he exited her head turned to face him.
"What's going on, Zack?"
"Sign said to exit and head west," he explained.
Her hands left Teddy and moved to her belly in a protective gesture. "We're a couple of hundred miles from the coast. Could it be a trap?"
He stopped the SUV and looked at her. "Yeah, it could be a trap. It could also be a chance to unite with other survivors. Caria, I will not place your life, or that of my child, in any danger if I can help it. But there are calculated risks we have to take."
She reminded herself to trust him and nodded her consent. "I'm sorry."
He smiled at her. "No, don't be sorry. Keep reminding me. Protect that precious cargo you have growing inside of you."
"Speaking of my precious cargo, can we stop?" she asked as she saw the sinking sun and wanted to find a place to get settled into for the night before it got dark.
Zack nodded agreeably. "Yeah, should be a town coming up in about, oh, seven or eight miles."
Zack stood behind a locked, ten-foot-high chain-link fence topped with barbed wire chewing on tobacco, occasionally spitting a stream of tar-black saliva onto the ground. He was wearing denim overalls with a white t-shirt underneath and a pair of brown leather cowboy boots. He had his thumbs hooked around the front of the shoulder straps as he waited for what he already knew was headed his way.
A few minutes later an old pickup truck approached, the driver beeping his horn in a one-two-one-one pattern as if it was a predetermined code of some type. Hearing this, Zack unlocked a heavy-duty lock that was holding a thick chain together, removed it, and activated a switch that powered a motor that opened the chain-driven gate. It was pulled open as several wheels noisily rotated over a cement track.
A head stuck out of the driver's side window as a man excitedly exclaimed, "Got four, Zack! Four! And all of them women, too!"
Zack grinned widely as he was filled with a sense of relief and excitement. "Good job. Bring'em on in Roy, might have us'n a good night aft'all."
Once the gate had retreated Roy hit the gas pedal and the old eight cylinder engine propelled the truck forward. As it passed Zack was grinning as he saw what a great catch Roy had made. As all four of the women appeared to be in their twenties and also looked fantastic in their jeans and t-shirts. He admired the look of fear on their cute faces because they knew what was coming. Zack's balls were tingling with arousal as he admired the jiggling of their tits under the shirts covering them, already imagining the many wicked ways he would abuse them.
After they passed him he closed and locked the gate before walking back to where the truck had backed up to the open door of the steel shed next to the house.
The two men had gotten sick and tired of watching drifters passing through, draining the station tanks of gas and helping themselves to whatever food and other goods they could find. The way Zack and Roy saw it, those were theirs and they were stealing from them. Couldn't have that going on, not in their own backyard, not without a fight, and so they'd set out to bring an end to it.
They had placed handcuffs inside of steel rings and welded them to the sides of the bed. There was space for six people, three on each side, and the men fully intended on using them as often as needed until their area was free of these unwelcome intruders. They'd caught several younger men already, executed them for their crimes, and dumped the bodies on the southbound lane of the nearby highway as a warning. But they kept coming anyway.
Zack helped Roy unload them one at a time. With the tailgate down Roy placed a heavy leather collar around the neck with a steel chain attached, handing this to Zack before unlocking the cuffs. Zack snickered as he watched Roy taking advantage, running a hand between their legs and giving a tit a firm squeeze.
For his part Zack was leading them into the shed, sitting them on the ground facing the open door and locking their hands in a set of cuffs welded to the steel wall before removing the collar. As he did he followed Roy's example and got himself a good feel of their pussies and tits at the same time. Sure, they shot him dagger-like stares but he didn't care. Hell, it was even fun. This was repeated until their all-female group of prisoners sat, disabled, before them.
"Ya'll shan't a come down'ere," Zack said in a heavy southern drawl. "This'n be ours, an' yer stealin' what's ours. Now yer'll pay fer it."
As if to emphasize the point he discharged another stream of black spit that struck the ground between two of the chained women. As they cried out he grinned and unleashed a laugh in response.
"This'un looks feisty, she be mine," Zack staked his claim as he eyed a sexy blonde in the middle twenties with a nice set of boobs and a rose tattoo on her neck.
As Roy picked out another one and began having his fun, Zack lowered his zipper and pulled out his swelling cock. He stroked it several times until it was fully erect. The blonde-haired woman smiled meekly up at him while the others turned their heads facing down, too frightened to look.
"We didn't know, we're sorry," she pleaded with him. "I'll do whatever it takes to make it right, I swear."
His smile widened into a grin. "Sure ya will, got's no choice, now does ya?"
"I can do better at what I know you want with my hands free," she told him, their gazes meeting, hers looking frightened.
"Get off'n dem knees'n I'll drop ya dead," he warned her as he produced a pistol from a pocket in the overalls, and Zack watched as she nodded her understanding.
After reaching down and removing the handcuffs he straightened back up. "Git busy."
"How can I?"
Zack was confused at first. When he looked down he wasn't in the shed anymore but was looking down at a patch of dirt soaked with blood, his arms extended above his head and disabled somehow. What he wanted her to suck on wasn't there anymore.
"Missing this?" she angrily challenged, holding up what looked like a white sausage.
"That's mine!" Zack screamed as intense pain suddenly assaulted his body, blood squirting outward from his open zipper. "Mine!"
"Zack!" a female voice was screaming as his sleeping body was being shaken violently. "Zack, it's happening! It's back! Our baby!"
As he tried to awaken from the fog that had settled on his mind he heard Teddy's insistent barking. Yap! Yap! Yap-yap-yap-yap-yap!
"Wake up, Zack! I don't want to die! Our baby!" Caria's frantic cries could be heard.
The mention of the baby propelled him into action. He ran to the door and swung it open, pausing for a moment as he saw the yellow vapors lifting upward from the ground. The smell of rotten eggs was strong and wrenched his stomach, a feeling of nausea overcoming him.
Hoping that the air packs might save them he ran to the driver's side of the SUV, slammed the back seat door open and frantically grabbed them. He wasn't sure if they were already dead and didn't know it yet. This was their best and only hope. Strengthened by the sudden influx of adrenaline he pulled them out, one in each hand, and rushed back to the room. He held the mask to his face as he pressed the other to hers, creating a seal before tightly tugging the six straps of the black rubber webbing to hold the mask in place as she did the same, just like they'd practiced at his insistence many times before.
Their eyes were both spilling tears as they collapsed onto the bed side by side, masks pressed together face to face as they were forced to listen to Teddy's frantic barking, followed by heaving of the dog food he'd eaten earlier. Although they couldn't talk they both knew that their canine traveling companion they'd come to love would soon perish, just as they silently hoped that their lives would also not be extinguished.
All they could do was to wait and hope. Zack reached a hand down to Caria's lower belly where his child was beginning to grow, a child he wasn't sure he wanted to bring into this new world where nothing made any sense. Brain-eating zombies would've made more sense to him than what he was finding.
Caria, who was breathing more heavily than Zack, ran out of oxygen first and the event was still occurring. As the mask drew up against her face and she was struggling for breath, he knew. Zack unplugged her oxygen hose from her tanks, took his own mask off, and plugged hers into his. Doffing the mask he turned frantic.
"You tell our baby how much I love you," he began his final speech as he was immersed in the wicked stench of the smoke. And then, gently rubbing her tummy, he instructed, "And you tell our baby how much I love him or her, about how much I wanted to meet it." As tears sprung from his eyes he demanded, "You tell our baby that I never gave up! Never let our baby give -"
The foul odor of the event pushed him to the final point. Zack, convinced he was dying, committed himself to it. The overwhelming stench had him bending over, throwing up.
I can't believe it, he thought. I'm not even being killed by a zombie. This totally sucks! And here I thought I was going to be a dad. Fuck!
Once he accepted his fate Zack grew relaxed. Once his gut was empty, the contents strewn across the carpet, he cuddled up with his lover and waited for the inevitable. He listened to her frantic breathing as sleepiness overcame him, a sleep he knew that he would never again awaken from.
"Zack, you okay?" he heard a sweet-sounding voice penetrating his foggy brain.
"Must be an angel I'm hearing," he thought, but the thought was vocalized in a weak whisper that Caria overheard, making her smile.
She hugged his prone body around the neck. "Yeah, I'm your angel," she confirmed, kissing his lips. "Are you feeling okay? You really slept in."
Zack suddenly bolted upright into a sitting position, his heart racing. "You're okay! We're okay!"
She moved her arms around his shoulders. "I'm better than okay, I'm horny."
It took his mind several moments to realize that the whole thing had been some crazy dream. A dream-within-a-dream, even. He couldn't deny how wonderful Caria smelled, how great her soft body felt as it pressed against his, her perky swells and hard nipples compressed against his side. A few seconds later her hand reached down and began stroking his flaccid penis and balls.
"I want you Zack," she whispered in a needy voice.
He turned to look at her, their gazes meeting, both smiling at one another. Zack couldn't be sure if it was the remnants of the first dream, of feeling up those four shackled women that had him aroused, or if it was from relief that they weren't dead after all. Or if it was his love of the woman that was now his life, and carried the life of his offspring. It didn't matter, he knew, as his cock swelled with excitement from her gentle caresses.
"Caria, I always want you," he returned.
She gestured for him to lay back down, which he did, as she remained kneeling at his side. Then her attention shifted to his expanding manhood. Leaning down she eagerly took it inside of her warm, wet mouth, devouring its full length before he was rigid. He grew as her lips slowly drew up and down the thickening shaft, leaving him moist with saliva as she licked and sucked on his stiffening erection. She reached a point when he became too long for her to take him fully into her mouth, so she took in what she could to the back of her throat.
When her mouth pulled off his cock her right hand took over, surrounding and stroking him. He was curious about the seductive smile she had on her face.
"What's this all about, anyway?" he asked. "You don't usually wake up wanting to make love right off the bat."
She answered, "I've been up for a while now."
Caria straddled his crotch, steadied his fully hardened cock with one hand, and guided it to her opening. When she urgently began working it inside he suddenly understood.
"Somebody's very wet," he realized as he began sliding into her juicy-hot canal. "Have you been doing naughty things to yourself while I was sleeping?"
She chuckled guiltily. "Maybe. Maybe I've been sitting over there," she nodded towards the wood-framed chair with a thin layer of fabric-covered foam on the seat where the dog was sleeping, "with my legs draped over the arms playing with myself. I was hoping you'd wake up, see me, and watch. But no, on this of all mornings you had to sleep in. Teddy was the only one watching."
"I'm very jealous of Teddy," he acknowledged with a grimace showing his disappointment. "I'd love watching you playing with your pussy. Which fingers were you using?"
When she held them up he drew them to his mouth and sucked on each one individually, tasting the dried remnants of her tangy nectar. By this time she'd worked his cock fairly deeply into her tight cunt and he reached down to grip her slender waist, the two bodies merging together with loving enthusiasm.
A few moments later they were both moaning as so many others before them likely had in that very room. A squishing sound indicated just how wet her pussy was as Zack's cock pushed in and reteated with every movement of his hips. She met his thrusts with her own as her squirming body shuddered with pleasure, pelvis rotating forward and back, maximizing their combined delight. Her flowing nectar soon had his cock soaked and the excess trickled down over his twitching scrotum.
Thunder rumbled in the background as a rainstorm passed overhead. Seconds later heavy drops started pelting the roof and the front side of the room. Several times the lightning came so close that the room vibrated with loud booms that followed the bright flashes of white. Its power was quite impressive.
Zack looked up adoringly at his beautiful mate as her body was grinding against his cock and balls following every downward move. Her eyes were closed, head tossed back as sharp cries mixed with her steady moaning. He watched the facial expressions she made as they coupled -- a grin, a grimace, her face becoming pinched, eyebrows lifting, showing him all of her emotions one after the other.
His hands on her waist reached around and caressed her shapely ass cheeks for a moment. They then lifted, rubbing on her hips and sides, lowering again, repeating this touching as he rammed his cock upward into her descending body. After a short time the palms cupped the underside of her boobs, fingers squeezing down from the top. He fondled on them firmly as the swollen nipples pulsated into each hand.
Caria's pussy felt so wonderful as she tightly gripped his cock, pulling up on it as she rose, and then pulling down on the skin surrounding his shaft until it was tugging where the connective tissue was located at the base of the head. Over and over this was repeated, making his abdominal muscles flex while filling his balls with such wonderful tingling sensations of sheer delight.
Zack closed his eyes and issued a series of louder groans as her pussy suddenly clamped more tightly around his pulsing cock. Caria next started rotating her pelvis forward and back and worked magic with her hips that quickly had Zack approaching a climax. He felt badly for her because he always liked for her to orgasm too, but he wasn't sure he'd last long enough for her to achieve her ecstasy this time.
Her eyes opened and this time it was her looking down at him as his pleasure played across his face. She smiled widely, her expression filled with love as she brought her lover the satisfaction he deserved. Towards the end her movements turned frantic, loving him fast and hard while using her core muscles to grip his throbbing erection with all the strength she could muster. Caria knew that he couldn't possibly hold out for much longer as he squirmed beneath her soaked cunt, and she wasn't wrong.
"Oh baby, that feels so amazing," he whispered in a breathless voice between his loud groans of sheer pleasure.
Zack knew she weas doing this on purpose to make him cum, and he gave in to the rising sensations of tingling pressure that made his cum boil. He felt it moving upward to his cock and ascending through its center. In the final seconds he plunged into her cunt deep and struggled to burrow even more deeply. This was when the orgasm took hold and his strong spasms of ecstasy were unleashed. He grunted with each spastic eruption that shook his entire being.
When his lover suddenly climbed off of him and the bed, he had a confused expression on his face. She smiled at him, blew him a kiss, and returned to the chair. When Teddy saw her approaching he jumped off and moved under the table, curious as to what was happening. Caria sat down as she had earlier, legs wide apart, legs draped over the arms.
"This was what you missed earlier," she offered in explanation.
Zack raised up on his elbows and watched his sexy lover doing something he'd never seen her doing before. As she smiled seductively with those amazing eyes of hers, her hands lowered to her velvety-pink, shiny-wet folds. The index and middle finger of her left hand separated the lips and exposed what lay hidden within. He clearly saw his load beginning to seep from the opening as the thick, milky wetness was visible. As she watched him the middle finger of her right hand worked into the opening and she fucked herself with it.
Trying to make this exciting for him, Caria threw her head back and put on a show, purposely moaning as her body squirmed in the seat with exaggerated arousal. She removed the wet finger and smeared his cum on the smooth pink walls of the slit before trailing the finger up to her enlarged clit and rubbed directly on it. Knowing Zack was watching added a new twist to the masturbating that sent a pleasant tingling down her spine and stirred the embers in her loins until they were filled with the heat of arousal.
Caria didn't have to put on a show for very long, because her squirming became honest as she quickly grew sexually excited. The caressing of her clit intensified as the resulting sensations grew stronger. The direct manipulation was interspersed with the brief plunging of two middle fingers into her pussy, extracting Zack's semen every time, which she used to paint the slit and lube her clit. As the heat in her loins increased she frantically writhed. Taking the clit between two fingers and delicately squeezing was the last act of this show.
As Zack watched in amazed wonder her body suddenly clenched hard. Soft cries could be heard as she began bucking wildly, hips jerking and pelvis rapidly pumping up and down as an orgasm claimed her. For several moments he could see her physical spasms and wondered if her orgasm was similar to his as her face contorted in multiple expressions of ecstasy. She was breathless and when her body finally relaxed, her eyes opened and she was smiling radiantly.
"Wow!" was the best he could manage.
"It raining," she mentioned the obvious as the drops were still pelting the roof and the front of the room. "Let's just stay here. We can stay naked, play some zombie games, and whenever we feel like it we can screw like a couple of newlyweds. Which, I think, we technically are. I mean, you know, if the marriage part was legally acceptable."
He grinned back. "Really. You said 'we' can play some zombie games."
"Yeah," she assured him. "Sound like a good plan?"
He nodded his agreement. "It sounds like the best plan I've heard in days."