Laura Carpenter has never fully recovered from her ordeal. She has spent three years under careful examination, from medical personnel, psychologists, psychiatrists. She has been secluded from everyone she ever knew and relocated to a small town in Missouri. It took a while for Laura to adapt to her new life, but after two additional years, she has finally managed to reintegrate the community, to some extent at least.
Today, the patrons at the bar are packed. The show is intense and the girls are into it. Laura Carpenter uses the pseudonym Vampira, and in her leather corset that hides practically nothing, she makes the show for everyone. She dances on the pole and on the stage, then proceeds to masturbate to completion for the onlookers. Tonight, she's using a toy. She slides it in and out repeatedly, completely oblivious to the cheers of the onlookers. None of them know the ordeals she has gone through. This is her only refuge. For the two years she's been here, she has been unable to hold on to a relationship; once she sleeps with a man, she cannot stand him anymore. She has tried many of her patrons, many out-of-towners as well. The pay is good, and the sex is better. Laura had only had one sexual encounter prior to her ordeal in the Hyacinth Complex. She can barely keep count anymore. She's even had experiences with some of her fellow dancers; she once had one of them mount her on the stage with a strap-on.
Once her show is over, once she reaches climax, she gets up, bows to the crowd and retreats back stage, where the demons come back to haunt her. She teases herself to bide her time until her next show.
"Damn girl, don't you ever get tired of doing that?"
Her stage name is Cherry. She wears a red riding hood costume; Laura imagines herself as the big bad wolf, eating her...
"No. I'm insatiable... want to help me?"
Cherry laughs.
"Can't honey. Show to do. Besides, you have the situation well in-hand."
Both girls laugh. Cherry climbs on stage, leaving Laura to her devices. She loses herself in the moment again, allowing another orgasm to overtake her. Sometimes, she can make herself come ten or twelve times in a row. This feels like one of those nights. This is only her third set of the evening. She still has at least five more planned, and who knows how many encores... and then possibly private shows, if she's lucky. She wants a cock right now.
All of a sudden, a scream from the other room brings Laura to her senses. She rushes to the drapes and peers in. A creature has leapt on stage and has started biting into Cherry's leg, drawing blood.
"No! Not again!..."
But Laura's mind is gone, shattered by the memories resurfacing. She falls into a catatonic state...
She awakens much later, still alive apparently. She is lying naked in the middle of the stage, on her back. She tastes blood in her mouth but can't tell where it's from. She hears the familiar hum of the undead prancing about the room. She stares. Hundreds of them are gathered. She is alive, but they are not attacking her. They are not trying to feed on her. Instead, they stare at her, waiting, wanting.
Laura's mind first goes to her own body, her own sexual urges resurfacing. Her eyes wander to the bodies made of decaying flesh; she notices the moist lips, the wet vaginas of the women, the erect shafts of the men. She stares, bewildered at the excitement the situation provides her. Slowly, two male zombies make their way up on the stage. Their tattered blood-soaked clothes fall off, revealing hard shafts of dark gray flesh. Instinctively, Laura grabs one zombie's member, while she places her mouth over the other and starts sucking on it. Another zombie climbs onto the stage; Laura positions herself so the zombie can penetrate her wet sex. As one zombie shoots its unnatural load inside Laura's mouth and she swallows it, the creature collapses to the floor, breaking apart, drying up, leaving nothing but dust. A female zombie makes its way towards Laura, setting itself on its rotting behind, exposing its glistening sex to Laura. She dives into it.
The other two male zombies both come; one shoots his dark stained load into Laura's hair; the other fills her pussy with his unearthly seed. Both zombies collapse into dust, as did the previous one, and two other zombies move up to take their place, to fuck Laura senseless, release their juices and experience the orgasm, only to collapse into dust.
Laura looks on at the hundreds of zombies gathered in the club, waiting their turn, and realizes there are hundreds more outside, trying to get in. Yet she doesn't mind - she revels in the sensations these undead corpses are providing her.
Soon, Laura is too engrossed to understand what is happening, as she begins to fuck into oblivion every single zombie in the vicinity.
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Doctor Vincent Marshall puts down the naughty magazine and wipes the semen that shot across his desk. Things haven't been so good for him since he moved here. This is his time. As he reconnects his phone line, he sees that he received a message from his colleague, doctor Renton. How he longs to fuck her, but she won't let him near. The message is for him to meet her in the main lab. He pulls his pants up, disposes of the tissue and makes his way there.
As he opens the door, he is stunned by the sight; she is sitting at the edge of the table, legs apart, no panties, sliding a plastic test tube inside her pussy, experiencing much pleasure from it.
"I know what it is..."
She screams the words as she orgasms. Doctor Marshall is too stunned to react or join her. He simply stares as she pulls the plastic tube from her vagina and recomposes herself.
"Doctor, what are you?..."
"It's a vaccine, Vince."
"A what?"
"A vaccine. That's what Jessica's body was producing. It attacks the virus that creates the mutation; the sexual stimulation is a side effect, nothing more."
"A cure?"
"Yes... anyone inoculated with it can't contract the disease. Not only that, but their own reproductive fluids can attack the zombie's metabolism, breaking down their DNA structure..."
"That's great."
"It's not perfect, mind you. It only affects certain people..."
"That's why Jessica was collecting genetic material. She is adapting the virus to each genetic material. That's why she's having intercourse with everyone in her path."
"This calls for a celebration."
Doctor Renton leans in and kisses doctor Marshall. He seems surprised.
"I thought you didn't love me."
"Just because I don't love you doesn't mean I don't want to fuck you. Besides, we need to get you inoculated..."
Doctor Marshall smiles. Things are definitely looking up now!...
[THE END]
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