Zombies - A Love Story Ch. 15

BEWARE: In this story I create an antagonist for Zack that is evil. In order to develop this character and paint him in this way I have decided to include scenes of non-consensual sex. Read on at your own peril. Additional characters are also introduced so even if you skip the sex scenes, the story has value.

*

It began as a faint rumbling sound that slowly grew louder. Vickie heard it and became increasingly alarmed by the potential danger it represented. She glanced behind her at the car she'd been relying on but was now lifeless as it sat helplessly beside a pump at an isolated gas station. Her luck had been holding out but it had finally run out, just like the gas in her tank. Her hopes of reaching Survivor City were quickly fading.

Vickie was torn between her two options. It was quite likely that the sound of approaching vehicles indicated other survivors who had the same thought in mind as she had. Perhaps they would stop and help, or at least offer her a ride the rest of the way.

But what if they were the other kind, the evil kind she'd heard whispered rumors of a few hundred miles earlier. A vicious motorcycle gang who'd been terrorizing the few who survived, preying on them for the sheer fun of it. Noting the small brown brick gas station just beyond the row of four pumps, her fear got the better of her and she hurried inside to look for a hiding place.

* * * * *

Half a mile down the two-lane state highway a small but growing convoy of vehicles were driving in a closely-packed group. It was led by a dozen motorcycles of various sizes and colors. Following behind were three pickup trucks with a much larger moving van bringing up the rear. It made for a formidable and intimidating sight.

"Got us a split-tail at the gas station coming up on the left," a man's voice crackled over a CB radio.

Moose, who was riding a large chopper leading the procession, laughed. He picked up the microphone and growled back, "Tell me more."

"Couldn't see much. Late twenties maybe, thirties, but a nice figure as she ran into the station," the man reported as he stood on the bed of the leading pickup truck leaning over the cab with a powerful set of binoculars. "We could flush her out."

But Moose had other ideas. "No, she'll flush herself out. Let's pull over."

* * * * *

Trembling with fear Vickie huddled behind the counter, making herself as small as possible. She hoped the group might pass by, but it was clear they had no intention of doing so as the sounds of the rumbling engines slowed and tires could be heard entering the gravel lot.

Damn! was all she could think of at that moment.

Several minutes of silence followed but she could hear multiple sets of feet walking about, voices, and then the clink of metal against metal as the fuel tank was inspected. She was shaking with fear, as scared by the thought of being discovered just as much by the fear of what would happen to her if she wasn't found by the group. Hearing only male voices initially made her frightened. But when several female voices joined in, this gave her a sense of renewed hope.

"Tank's empty," one man called out to the others.

"Good thing we got our own," another, deeper, male voice answered. This was Moose. "Too bad the survivor driving the car is gone. We could spare some gas. Maybe we'll come across him, or her, or them, further down the road. If their car is here then they must be on foot. Okay, let's get everybody filled up."

Vickie listened jealously as she heard various vehicles pulling up, the engines stopping, followed by the sound of gas being delivered into dry tanks. Even the odor of gas hung in the air, a slight breeze blowing it into the station for her to smell. To be tortured by.

Her mind was scrambling... were these people who could be trusted? Her car only held ten gallons, nothing in comparison to the many gallons being dispensed at that very moment to the mixed fleet of vehicles being filled up just a few scant yards away. The rumbling of her empty belly further added to her predicament.

Sensing her doomed fate was certain no matter which decision she made, Vickie mentally crossed her fingers, removed herself from the hiding place, took in a deep breath, and bravely walked outside.

"There's no gas here guys," she called out to the motley-looking gang, mostly of men, numbering about twenty of mixed ages from their late teens to their early fifties. There were a few women as well. Seeing the women boosted her waning confidence. "Believe me, I've checked."

They were all bikers sporting leather pants and jackets, most emblazoned with some type of gang insignia she didn't have the knowledge to understand. The women, most of whom appeared frightened and disheveled, were mostly wearing jeans or shorts and t-shirts. Their ages ranged from the early twenties to the late thirties. There was one common thread -- all of them were shapely and attractive, some more than others.

All eyes turned on her. Vickie was dressed in shorts and a tight crop top that emphasized her firm tits, the shape of her nipples evident as they pressed through the fabric. She was shapely, slender, and attractive, with shoulder-length blonde hair. Vickie could see that she fit right in.

"Mind giving me a little of that?" she asked, nodding toward a pickup truck holding a half-dozen fifty-five gallon barrels of fuel that was filling up the last of their vehicles.

"That's worth more than gold now," Moose announced as he walked up, his massively muscular, tattooed frame stepping in front of her. "Got any gold inside of those panties of yours?"

Vickie felt like a lamb who'd just wandered into a lion's den. Her darting eyes sought out those of the women in attendance, thinking they would intercede on her behalf, but she couldn't have been more wrong. The smiles on their faces indicated to her that they were all in collusion. One of them, a younger brunette, appeared sympathetic to her plight but was too frightened to intervene, likely a victim herself at an earlier time.

Before she knew it Moose had grabbed her, thrown her body over one shoulder, and was carrying her towards a large motorcycle. When realization dawned on her what was about to happen she flailed her arms and legs but to no significant effect. The large man just took it in stride and laughed aloud, slapping her nice ass sharply several times to quiet her down, which didn't work.

As he gently tossed her forward there were women beside the bike who immediately grabbed and tied her hands to the motorcycle handles, leaving her helplessly bound. Not that she didn't waste considerable effort trying to free herself from the bindings, but to no avail.

After she gave up the fight Moose simply laughed and watched as his female helpers used a pair of scissors to cut the front center of her crop-top from the bottom to the top, the fabric pulling away to reveal her heaving tits. Her shorts were next, and in quick order Vickie was naked in front of the vicious, unfriendly, grinning crowd with desire in their eyes. Despite the fear and pounding of her heart, her breathing rapid, there was an undeniable warmth in her loins.

No, there's no way I'm turned on by this pack of wild animals, she scolded herself. So what if I haven't been with anyone in, what, months? Five, six? Not since my fiancée, who'd died during the sickness. Maybe, if they were decent men, but not this, not them.

When she saw the horrifying look in the leader's eyes she didn't waste her breath begging or pleading, but instead braced herself for the inevitable.

"Get her bald and juicy for me," the big man next commanded.

As the leather-clad men formed a semi-circle around the chopper with the cute, blonde-haired woman helplessly tied to it lying on her back, one of the women hurried off and quickly returned with what was needed to perform the requested task. In her absence the others gently guided Vickie's legs up and out, tied ropes around the knees, and secured the other ends to the motorcycle handles. She was left as hopeless, helpless, and as ready to be violated as she could've been.

Vickie's blonde bush was already trimmed and so not much additional preparation was needed. Water from a small clear plastic bottle was briefly poured over her pussy, then shaving cream was dispensed and spread over what remained of the golden curls before a disposable shaver was used to scrape the rest away. Vickie knew better than to move as she blade performed its task.

The woman who had been sympathetic to Vickie earlier placed her lips next to her ear. "It's scary, I know. You have me. I didn't have anyone to help me through it. He's big and it'll hurt, but the others aren't. Just relax as much as you can, it'll be okay."

Vickie had never felt so completely helpless or exposed. And the woman's words, alluding to multiple couplings, did little to sate her growing fears. With her body laid bare as it was, another woman scraping away any remaining hair made her anus pucker.

"Please, make them stop," Vickie asked of the woman, who only smiled in response and smoothed Vickie's long yellow locks.

"I can't," was the answer. "You'll do just fine. But he's very big. The wetter you get the better. Try and enjoy it, because the first time won't be the last."

The words chilled Vickie to the core.

After her pussy had been shaved clean, a bottle of water was opened and doused away the last remnants of the white fluffy stuff. Her pussy was now ripe, ready to be taken and enjoyed.

"Now get her good and juicy," Moose demanded of his harem of five women, a couple of whom sported small tattoos.

"You can't stop or change what's going to happen," her guardian angel whispered softly into her ear. "Just try and get into it, change your defensive mindset and do all you can to enjoy the attention you are about to receive."

Vickie was stunned and horrified as she turned to the woman. "Enjoy it?"

Another smiling brunette stepped up between the victim's wide-open legs and gazed longingly down at her pink pussy. "She looks absolutely delicious."

"Gonna have yourself some tuna?" one of the men called out, causing the others to laugh heartily.

Before Vickie caught on to the words being spoken her body clenched hard as she felt a wet mouth being applied to her pussy. Hands wrapped around her pinned upper thighs as a tongue extended into her most intimate part, eagerly exploring her sex. Other women joined in and suddenly her nipples were being ravaged, being sucked on and bitten, growing hard even as bites of pain taunted her.

Vickie didn't want to enjoy it, but the mouth devouring her cunt was very good at doing what it was doing. Vickie couldn't stop the waves of pleasure radiating through her body no matter how hard she tried, and soon her shapely form was shuddering in response to the attentive tongue that was so thoroughly exploring her pussy. The mouths attached to her throbbing nipples added to her delight despite the frequent, painful bites being intermttently administered to the hardened nubs.

"No, no," she weakly cried out as her aroused body conflicted with her mental state.

All that Vickie could think of was the rapidly flicking tongue that was assaulting her enlarged clit. The way that it was being orally manipulated was creating the most intense sensations anyone had ever brought to her. It wasn't long before her nectar was flowing, moistening her pussy. Despite how much she hated being taken, Vickie's hips were shamelessly thrusting against the skilled mouth, grinding her sex upon this great source of pressure.

Her half-opened eyes glimpsed the leader, who'd taken off his black leather outfit and was standing naked not far away. He was watching with great interest as he stroked his huge cock. Vickie was half-delirious with pleasure as she gazed upon his massive size, wondering to herself how she'd ever take such a large man inside of her. But those thoughts were extinguished as the mouth on her pussy so effectively moved her closer to climax.

Once the mouth on her pussy briefly backed away, this enabled the fingers of one hand to widen her labia and fully expose her slit. Then two fingers of the other hand began pumping into her juicy cunt, fucking her. Lips and a tongue returned to her clit, skillfully arousing her deepest desire. Vickie was helpless as the tingling sensations of intense pleasure filled her quivering form.

As she approached her release the mouths on her nipples bit down. Vickie arched her back in response to the stinging pain. Simultaneously the brunette between her legs orally ravaged her clit harder, and within a few moments Vickie's body stiffened as an orgasm took hold. Within seconds she was bucking in spasms of ecstasy, her cunt being soaked as it flooded with her feminine cum.

Once she relaxed, when her pleasure had ended, the man with this big cock stepped up to her plate.

"Better get used to this," he warned his victim.

Sitting on the bike as if he was about to ride it, he placed his hands over hers. Then with skilled precision he guided his cock, using his hips, to the bloated pink folds of her pussy. The large reddish-purple tip sliced between her labia and easily located the opening to her sex. As he looked down into her scared eyes he sneered and thrust forward, the rounded head pressing at the much smaller opening.

It rested there as Moose grinned down at her, taking his time, intending to enjoy this just as much as was possible. Women survivors, particularly of her general age with such stunning good looks, were in short supply in this new world. They were lucky if they found one every two or three weeks, and he was overdue. It had been a week longer than a month this time.

"No!" she cried out as the blunt weapon tried to invade her treasure.

Her pussy was tight and wasn't eager to allow him inside. His evil smile widened, eyes dark and filled with frightening foreboding. His hips pushed harder as he attempted to force his cock inside. Vickie closed her eyes and did her best to relax. Her pussy was aching as he persistently drove his cock forward.

The bulbous tip started to stretch the opening and as it did the sting of discomfort ravaged her. It hurt, and she did all she could to minimize the pain of his persistent penetrations. He kept hammering into her juicy cunt, the walls reluctantly widening to accept his massive size. Vickie could feel it throbbing within her core as it entered her more deeply.

"Take it," he verbally demanded as his thick hardness worked its way deeper into her cunt. "You better get used to this, because I'll be fucking you a lot."

Vickie pinched her quivering lips together as her hips rammed into his, the sheer size of his cock feeling as if it was tearing her apart. But instead her pussy kept widening, stretching, accepting the stranger's large size. Tears welled up in her eyes and spilled down those rosy cheeks as her body took more of his length into her. At the same time Vickie's hands curled around the handlebars her wrists were tied to, gripping them tightly for dear life.

Her face grimaced with strain, perspiration bubbling to the surface of her smooth skin from exertion as his massive hardness worked its way deeper. Vickie cried out several times as the man's cock violated her core for its own pleasure. The heavily breathing tattooed man appeared to be enjoying her misery, gathering strength from the pain he was knowingly dispensing.

"Come on, you've taken half," he groaned his frustration. "You know you want it all." And then, turning his attention to his other slaves he demanded, "Twist her nipples. Make her hurt. She'll fuck my big cock whether she wants to or not."

Vickie became much more animated as she felt the stinging jolts as the other women abused her nipples. Grabbing the handlebars her hips fucked the large cock, frantically working it in deeper, making her juicy pussy walls widen and accept its tremendous girth. Her body was providing the wetness but the sheer volume was nearly inconceivable.

Feeling her cooperation Moose gestured for the women to take it easier. Their sucking mouths were placed on the sore, rubbery tips and they made love to her boobs the best way they knew how. Vickie was hurting yet enjoying herself all at once.

Her confused mind soon lost the ability to distinguish one from the other and it all combined together in a way that made no sense. She was lost to the confusing sensations, body hurting but also tingling, nipples swollen and throbbing as she was sexually taken by the group.

It took the better part of a minute before she'd impaled herself against his erection, and she was breathing heavily and sweating from the exertion required to make it happen. Ir disgusted her to feel the large cock throbbing within her most intimate depths, which was made even worse when the biker began moving it within her juicy core.

"I'm gonna go real slow, make it last half the night," he threatened with an evil grin on his dark, grizzled face. "And don't think that I can't, either. Just ask any of them," he invited, referring to the several women surrounding her. "I ain't goin' away anytime soon, I can promise you that. This is gonna be one long ride."

He let out a piercing scream that roused the others, who walked over and eagerly slapped his outstretched, open hands. The two women who'd been loving Vickie's boobs backed away. Moose reached his hands down and gave her swollen, rubbery pink nipples a violent twist. Her cries of misery were mixed in with the exuberant shouts.

"I'm ready to lay me some cable," Moose said with a smile as he pulled his cock out nearly all the way before plunging it back inside of her.

The retreating hardness left her feeling empty, but then his inward stroke caused the temporary relief to be lost, her tender, juicy walls of her canal widening beyond the limit again, the stinging misery returning. Tears streamed down the sides of her face as she endured his massive cock. Vickie could hear conversations erupting around them as Moose rammed into her wet heat again and again.

Eager for him to finish, to bring this to an end, she began fucking him back. Vickie worked her hips and pelvis as she wildly squirmed in front of him. In response he began thrusting faster and harder.

"This is one hot bitch," Moose commented aloud. "Real tight too."

The group erupted in laughter. "With the size of yours every woman has to be tight," a man's voice called out from a short distance away.

Vickie sensed the eyes watching her nude, sexy body being violated by the biker. In a strange was she found it to be arousing. The pain was lessened by the increased flow of her leaking juice that now had her cunt soaked. His massive shaft was sliding a little more easily within her center and her walls had stretched out around it. She kept her hips and pelvis moving, working it, fucking him in an effort to bring this to an end as quickly as possible.

The tingling heat filling her loins began to intensify as an orgasm approached. Vickie was ashamed and humiliated by this treatment despite her own inability to prevent it. She was as helpless in all of this as she had been during the sickness that had killed off so many people, some of whom she loved and still dearly missed. It was Moose's actions that were shameful, criminal even, not that he had one shred of decency or remorse in his oversized body. These animals had cold hearts.

Wanting nothing more than to disable her growing climax like a ticking time bomb, Vickie knew she had no choice but to ride this out just as she had everything else to this point. Her body was quickly tiring from her exertions, was wet with sweat and her leaking juice, and she was in no condition to do anything to undo all that was being done to her.