WARNING! You must be 18 or over to read this story of rape. If you do not like such stories, please stop reading. This story is all fantasy. Any similarities to real people, places or situations is purely coincidental and not intended!
Raped By Zombies: A Halloween Story
An original story by Vile8r
gangrape; oral; violence; horror
Shayla was running late as she sped down the winding country road. She was on her way to a Halloween party at her friend’s house. The tall blonde 20-year-old was in a skin-tight skeleton suit with high-heeled black boots.
It was a very dark night with heavy clouds hanging in the late October sky. It felt like snow was on the way.
Shayla was driving way too fast on the narrow road and suddenly she saw the corner she was supposed to turn at, that would take her to her friend’s. She hit the brakes, but she couldn’t slow down in time. Her car went into a skid on the gravel and into the bushes on the side of the road.
The young woman climbed out of her car. She looked at it, the passenger side wheels sunk down into the mud in the ditch. She was stuck!
“Sonuvabitch!” she swore. “Now what do I do?”
She reached back into her car and picked up her cell phone. Just as she thought! No service!
Then she spotted some lights across the field. There was a farm! It wasn’t too far away Shayla figured. Maybe a mile? She could walk there and get some help, and phone her friend to tell her what was going on.
Shayla began walking across the field toward the farm. In the darkness, it was hard to see where she was walking, but she thought if she just took her time, she’d be okay.
No sooner had she thought that when Shayla stumbled over something, hitting the ground hard. She looked down, realizing it was a short metal fence. As Shayla stood up, brushing the dirt off her, she looked all around. She realized she was in a small cemetery, surrounded by crumbling and decrepit-looking old headstones.
This was too creepy, thought Shayla. She needed to get out of here!
Shayla spun around, only to fall on her face in the grass. She had tripped over something again. As she stood up, she had trouble moving, like something was holding onto her. Shayla looked down and screamed. There was a hand coming out of the ground, fingers with chunks of rotting flesh hanging off them, wrapped around her ankle.
“AAAAAAIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE! HELPPPPPPPPPPPP!” the blonde beauty screeched as she flailed backward, falling against a tombstone.
Another hand burst from the ground, reaching for her other ankle. Shayla heard unearthly moans and looked behind her. The ground around some of the other old graves was erupting upwards and Shayla could see limbs and heads appearing. The dead bodies in the cemetery were rising out of their eternal sleep like…. like….zombies!
She screamed and tried to pull on the deathly hands gripping her legs. The air was filled with the stench of decaying flesh. Instead of skeletons emerging from the graves in front of Shayla, were putrid, rotting corpses. Chunks of rotting flesh hung from their arms and legs and their faces were leering skulls with no eyes.
“Oh my God…….OH MY GOD! Somebody, please help me!!!!”
Shayla could see the farm across the field but could see or hear no one else. The zombie that had grabbed her ankles, reached down, and grabbed the front of Shayla’s skeleton costume. It ripped open with one hard yank, exposing her large tits and flat stomach. More grotesque hands reached in and helped to begin stripping her costume off her luscious body.
“NOOOOOOO……WHAT ARE YOU DOING? GET AWAY FROM ME!”
Then she saw something standing in front of her. It was a hideous-looking old lady in a dress that looked like it was from the 1800s. She was hovering several feet above the ground.
“YOU MOCK THE DEAD!” she screeched.
Shayla had no idea what the spirit was talking about. Then she looked down at her tattered and torn skeleton costume and the realization hit her.
“NOOOOOO!” Shayla cried out. “I-I wasn’t mocking th-the dead! It….it’s a c-costume! For fun!”
The ghost did not reply, just glared at her with fiery eyes…. then vanished.
Shayla screamed again as the zombies pinned her to the ground. Two more zombies grabbed her legs and yanked them apart so far, she was sure they would snap off her body. The pain was excruciating. But that was not the worst to happen. The first zombie knelt between her legs and Shayla could see an utterly grotesque erection jutting out. She was about to be raped……by the undead!
With great force, the zombie pounded his cock into Shayla’s tight cunt. As the ghastly creature began to fuck her mercilessly, Shayla felt like vomiting. The stench was unbearable and the feel of his putrid flesh against her was absolutely disgusting.
Shayla screamed until her throat was raw and all that could come out were feeble whimpers.
About that time, one of the zombies suddenly hovered over her face. As the stench hit her, Shayla realized he was going to try to put his rotting penis in her mouth! She tried, unsuccessfully, to hold her mouth shut. No way this monster was putting his cock in there! But the zombie just grabbed her chin and wrenched Shayla’s mouth open with amazing strength.
As Shayla retched from the smell and taste, the zombie jammed himself into her warm mouth and began raping her throat. Shayla couldn’t even move her arms. She was pinned to the ground as one zombie raped her pussy, and another assaulted her mouth.
The zombie in her cunt, finally finished as he ejaculated inside her, its semen a sickly yellow color. The one in her mouth also spurted sour yellowish semen into her throat. Shayla vomited, the jizz coming back up along with the contents of her stomach. But it didn’t even faze the zombies. Compared to their stench, vomit smelled like a fine perfume.
What followed was truly a scene from hell, as the zombies took turns raping the beautiful, young woman. She wasn’t even able to call for help. Shayla could not believe the horrible fate befalling her. The fun night of going to a Halloween party had become a horrific nightmare.
The zombies fucked her relentlessly. At least a dozen of them rutted away on her nubile body, their thick, gross penises brutally penetrating her and then leaving streams of yellowish watery semen dripping out of her. After finishing between her outstretched legs, they would invade her mouth with their slimy fuckpoles. Load after load of their abhorrent seed was pumped into her womb and her stomach. Shayla retched and vomited so much it felt like her stomach had literally turned itself inside out.
Finally, they seemed to be finished. Shayla tried to roll away but felt the first zombie grip her ankle again. He began dragging her across the grass. Shayla looked frantically over her shoulder. He was sinking back down into the grave he had just climbed from.
“NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” she managed to shriek.
She realized as he was returning to his grave, he was still gripping her ankle with iron-like strength. He was pulling her leg down with him. Shayla tried to grab hold of anything close to her, but it was no use. Slowly, inexorably, she felt the cold dirt enveloping her body. She was going to be buried alive!!! With a zombie! Shayla tried to kick and flail her body, but it was useless. Clods of earth fell into her mouth as she was pulled under. Everything went black.
Moments later, she awoke. She could tell she was inside something. She moved her hand and felt wood beside her. In the total dark, she couldn’t see but realized she must be inside a casket with the zombie’s body pressed against her. She pounded on the lid above her.
“HELLLLPPPPPPPPP! HEEEELLLLLLLLPPPPPPPP! SOMEONE HELLLLLLPPPPPPPP! GET ME OUT OF HERE!!!!!!!!!!!”
A deep guttural voice spoke in her ear. Shayla squealed with terror as she realized it was the zombie.
“You can’t escape!” the zombie croaked ominously. “You belong to us now! You are one of the…UNDEAD!”
“NO…..NO…..NOOOOOOOOO!” Shayla sobbed. “NO! I’M NOT!”
“Oh….yes, you are,” the zombie laughed in his guttural voice, as he rolled over and began to push Shayla’s legs apart. “Enjoy your eternity as my lover! I know I will!”
THE END
