An Undead Snack
by Fox Hudson-Scott
Copyright© 2023 by Fox Hudson-Scott
Horror Sex Story: The undead crave your flesh as much as the living, but who gets there first?
Caution: This Horror Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Heterosexual Fan Fiction Post Apocalypse Zombies .
The room is dark. The unmistakeable sound of the dead and the smell. My god the smell!
As soon as I am conscious I am fearful. As my conscious body joins my conscious mind I feel the restraint. My wrists are chained outwards and my legs up and wide open.
I feel the hot stench creep over my body and the oozing trickling down my skin. I’m naked.
I hear nothing but thirsty moans, and clunking metal. Dim ground lights only cast shadows on the ceiling. Patches of light move across me as the dead move around. I’m in a cage on my back on the floor. The cage closely surrounds my body to my waist and below that, who knows.
The dead climb over me. Grabbing. Snapping. Hungry. Their vacant and rotting eyes fixate on my skin. My breathing pushes my breasts dangerously close to their reach. Fearful that my nipples will poke through the gaps of the cage I attempt to calm. They can’t reach me. Even from my legs they can’t reach me I’m sure.
The chains securing my wrists and my ankles pass through the cage to the walls of the room. The dead clumsily stumble around them, yanking my body as they do. As I check that I am secure albeit a prisoner the lights shut off and I am in pitch black darkness.
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