I’m pleased to bring you my first piece of zombie erotica, written expressly for my favorite werebunny.
The steel doors slammed open, crashing against the cool stone walls. The women already inside the tunnel jumped. One of them let out a startled half-scream.
“Where is he?” Milla pointed at one of the cowering women. “You! Take me to him this instant!”
“Yes, m’lady.” The woman gave a deep curtsey and hurried down the tunnel away from the main facility doors.
The floor began to slope down and the air grew cooler and drier. A thick steel door blocked the end of the path. Milla slid her keycard through the reader and pressed her thumb against a small square of glass. It lit up with a green glow. When the minion cleared security, the door slid back with a loud hiss of depressurizing air.
Milla pushed the woman aside and entered the airlock alone. She waited, tapping her toe, while the cubicle pressurized and released the steel door on the opposite side.
“Where is he?”
The booming echo of Milla’s voice halted all activity in the chamber. Five servant nurses turned and offered identical deep curtseys. One woman, the only one not wearing white, stepped forward.
“He’s in the Observation Chamber, m’lady.”
Milla sucked in a huge breath. “Take me to him!” she hissed.
“At once, m’lady.”
The nurse curtseyed again before scurrying to a sealed glass door. They followed a similar security protocol. The bolt on the glass door unlocked with the sound of a ricocheting gunshot.
“After you, m’lady.” The woman took a handheld terminal from a slot next to the door.
Milla pushed her way into the small room. The woman trailed behind her.
“Oh, my. What do we have here?”
The room held only a modified hospital bed and a stainless steel medical crash cart. The focus of Milla’s attention lay trussed to the bed. Securely trussed. Wouldn’t do to have him wandering the tunnels on his own, now would it? No, *that* would be a disaster.
Milla gripped the metal bed rail and leaned over to study him. He wore only a pair of black boxer briefs and VR goggles. Nice physique, like a swimmer or a runner. His skin showed only a faint bluish tinge under his natural olive coloring.
Milla pressed the tip of her finger to the center of his belly just above the waistband of his shorts. Firm but not rigid. Not undead long. The impressive bulge in his underwear was another point in his favor. It hinted that he was one of the few who gained in genital size when they transitioned. She walked to the head of the bed, trailing her fingers up the curves of his chest. His skin had an unnatural firmness to it but it wasn’t unpleasant.
“Very nice so far.”
“We thought so too, m’lady. He scored a two on the decay scale and similarly on all the other criteria. I went ahead and gave him the low dose of Thimerisol.”
Milla leaned in and sniffed at the man’s hair. The faint sweet smell of decay drifted up, like meat just on the edge of going bad. Either you ate it or you threw it away. If you ate it, you *knew* there was a chance you’d either be eating the best steak you’d ever had or you’d wind up puking your guts out. It was the same kind of gamble with the bunnies.
“Has the bunny test been administered?”
“No, m’lady. Just as you ordered, he has only been assessed and minimally preserved. The choice of who should administer the test is left to you.” The woman bowed.
“Leave me, please.”
“Yes, m’lady.” She backed out of the room. The door closed and locked behind her.
Milla crossed the small room and typed a code into the panel near the door. The glass door turned opaque giving her the privacy she desired. Her hands trembled. It had been months since the Bunny Brigade had caught one like this. So far, he was a perfect specimen.
Young, lean, his black hair and olive skin pegged him as South American. He must have already been infected when he’d left his country but shown no signs of the plague. He couldn’t have made it this far north in just a few days without flying and zombies were banned from air travel for obvious reasons.
She picked up the small terminal her minion had left behind and scrolled through his data file. Four days. That was the guess on how long he’d been undead. His physical condition supported the diagnosis making time of the utmost importance. The admitting servant nurse had administered a 50cc dose of Thimerisol. Milla was tempted to give him the full 500cc dose of the preservative because he seemed perfect and every minute without the full dose meant a minute more of decay.
Reason won out. Until he passed the bunny test, she couldn’t justify the cost of giving him the preservative if he turned out to be unsuitable. Milla typed a code into the handheld as she walked back to the bed. The bed rails folded down with a soft clunk. He needed to pass the bunny test before she could give him the final exam.
Goddamn, but he was hot!
Milla took a pair of metal fabric scissors from the crash cart and cut his underwear away.
“Oh, being undead becomes you.” She reached out two fingers and ran them along the underside of his cock.
Milla rested the handheld next to his pillow and climbed onto the bed. She hovered over him on all fours.
Leaning in, she floated her mouth just above his skin, following the curve of his neck until her lips drifted up next to his ear.
“You’d better pass the fucking bunny test,” she whispered.
She settled her ass on his chest and picked up the handheld. Milla began punching the test’s initiation sequence into the terminal.
Something tapped against the back of her black leather suit. Milla’s finger froze above the terminal’s keypad. She reached a tentative hand around to the small of her back, feeling for the intruder.
Sweet Jesus, his cock!
Her fingers curled around the thick shaft and squeezed. He swelled in her hand. His guttural moan caught her off-guard. Tingling heat bloomed between her thighs.
Fuck the bunny test! Straight to the top of the class. Final exam time for you, meat boy.
Milla climbed off the bed and began undoing all the buckles and zips on her suit. The leather suit squeaked and groaned as she peeled it off her body. Nude, she shivered in the frigid air. Funny how you got used to the cold, came to desire it. With a quick shove, she pushed the crash cart against the edge of the bed so it would be within easy reach.
She picked up the handheld again and cleared the partial login for the bunny test. Using a code only she had possession of, Milla entered the final exam code into the terminal. Finished, she tossed the handheld aside and climbed back into place on his chest.
The lights dimmed to nothing and the walls began to project three-dimensional images of a beautiful bedroom. Soft music drifted from invisible speakers. Clusters of candles flickered and lit the VR room. Inside his goggles, the specimen beheld the same scene, including Milla perched across his chest.
The specimen strained against his bindings, trying to reach for her hips. The skin of his wrists held together, still fresh. He arced his hips off the bed, his cock sliding up the groove of her spine. Another guttural groan leaked out of his lips sending a delicious shiver up her back.
Milla couldn’t remember when but somewhere along the way the distinct sound of undead arousal became an aphrodisiac.
“Oh, I think you are going to pass with flying colors. I’ll easily fetch a five hundred grand for you, my prime piece of fresh meat.” She pinched his nipples, enjoying their extra firm peaks.
“Bahhh…” His thick groan rattled deep in his throat.
“God, I love that sound.” She ground herself against his chest, relishing his cold skin against the furnace between her thighs.
“Bahhh…bahhh…” The sounds gurgled out of his mouth.
“Do you like that?”
The heavy chains of his bindings gave a piercing metal shriek and tightened around his wrists.
“Relax my little bunny.” She eased off him, waiting until his hands fell back to the sheets.
“Good boy.”
Milla changed positions, settling across his thighs. “Oh, would you look at that?” She gave an appreciative whistle. “Breathtaking.” She admired the thick root of his cock. It rose up from a neat patch of dark wiry hair, its tip resting well above the depression of his navel.
The admitting nurse had been wrong. This specimen was much closer to three days old judging from his eager erection. If you caught them before the end of the first hundred hours, they were worth at least five hundred grand because the bunny was still cycling through the initial phase of undeath.
Preserved during the first phase, the bunnies made perfect sex dolls. Insatiable carnal appetites. Submissive. Tireless. Mute. No feeding required since the need for live human brains hadn’t kicked in yet. With proper administration of high doses of Thimerisol, the specimens could last up to five years before making the final trip to the Zombie Reclamation Plant’s white-hot incinerators.
Milla dragged her fingernails up his thighs and onto his stomach. His cocked twitched, rising off his belly. It landed near one of her hands with a heavy slap. She wet her lips and curled a fist around his shaft.
“Bahhh!” The bunny pushed his hips up, sliding his entire length through her fist.
“I’m going to retire off of you, pretty undead thing.”
She tightened her grip on his cock and started a series of long, slow strokes. Milla enjoyed the extra firm feel of him slipping through her fist.
“Braaaahh!” He writhed against his chains.
“Jesus, that’s nice.”
She stroked until she couldn’t stand it any longer. Leaning off him, she grabbed a tube off the cart and squeezed an ice-cold stream of KY over his cock. She tossed the tube back onto the cart and slid her pussy along his slick, icy length.
“Such a big boy. I might be able to negotiate a higher price just for your sheer size.”
The zombie’s snarl drowned out the sound of Milla moaning as she eased onto him. He was more than she could take. Her cunt strained to accept his girth, burning away his chill with the heat of her stretched skin. She kept her movement slow and deliberate, waiting for the burning sensation to ease off.
“Braaahhh! Braaahhh-aye!”
“That’s it. Talk dirty to me in your sexy zombie-speak, pretty boy.” Milla descended on him, bucking and spitting obscenities.
“Braaahhh-aye! Braaahhh-ayeeeeee!” The rattling chains made a terrible racket but Milla didn’t hear.
She dug her fingers into the cold muscles of his chest and rode him, her cunt a velvet-sheathed piston around his cock.
“I’m going to fucking…die!” Milla came in a huge quaking rush. She fell against his chest, jerking and whimpering. The heavy fullness of his girth drew her orgasm out into a long string of small earthquakes.
A ferocious snarl brought the pleasure to a grinding halt. Snapping teeth sounded close, too close for comfort.
“Bbbbrrrraaaaaiiiiinnnnssss!” The snarling grew louder. “Braaains!”
“Christ on a cross!” Milla slammed a frustrated fist into his chest. “Lost another one!”
She scrambled off his struggling corpse and began pulling on her suit. She took the time to fasten each buckle and zip. The spoiled meat on the bed thrashed against his restraints, snarling and snapping while she combed her hair and applied a thin coat of lip-gloss.
She smacked her lips and muttered, “Fuck it all! That’s the last one of those.” Milla grabbed the handheld and left the room, not bothering to lock the door.
“Incinerate him. He’s past his expiration date,” she ordered the nearest minion.
All the nurses gasped in horror.
“Begging your pardon, m’lady, but the bunny test?”
“No bunny test. Just clean up that fucking mess and start over.”
It took five minutes to clear the main tunnel doors.
She strode out into the cool night, locking the facility down behind her.
Was that the sound of screaming?
Milla shrugged. She punched in the detonation code, dropped the terminal to the asphalt and ground the spike of her stiletto into the face of the computer. With an evil smile and a deliberate step, Milla walked away.
“Time to switch to werebunny hunting. No more fucking around with zombie bunnies.”
Behind her, the facility went up in a huge mushroom cloud. Milla didn’t miss a step.
Yes, I admit it, I stole this from one of the popular social networking sites. It’s for a good cause, I assure you. I rarely participate in these however this one caught my attention.
