Zombie Steph V1

He sat in the parapet of the home he had established as his base of operations. Sighting down the scope of his rifle. He had fashioned a reliable silencer from the memories of one too many late nights donw the rabbit hole of the internet. Something people couldn't do any more. He began clearing the area as he did every day. Safe runs were clear runs. Exhaling slowly, almost seeming to melt against the butt of the rifle as he squeezed the trigger calmly. A slight scraping sound as the polymer of his 3d printed prostetic ground against metal. With a quiet crack the bullet cut through the air before leaving a splatter of bone and brain on the sidewalk as the walker in his sights dropped. He cleared the street by the numbers as he had day in day out for months and that's when he saw her. She was sneaking up on a walker, her red hair blazing in the sun light. He didn't allow trespassers, he hadn't liked people before this shit fest and he liked them even less now. He traded with those he had to for ammunition or tech, but never let anyone set foot near his self declared fortress. He sighted up between her eyes and watched her take down the walker, let her have her small accomplishment before he killed her and looted her body. He waited patiently and as the woman took down the walker he saw something in her eyes...life. Something he hadn't seen in previous trespassers, something he hadn't even seen in his bathroom mirror for years. He merely surived, like an animal. He swapped out his rifle to the smaller caliber .22 that he used for hunting small game. He sighted up again, but this time at her leg, aiming low at the calf making sure he wasn't going to hit an artery. He was nervious, he hadn't shot to maim before. With a slight tremble he pulled the trigger and the girl crumpled as she screamed. He quickly made his way down the stairs and meticulously undid all the locks on the front door before exiting and securing the door behind him. As he jogged up to the to the girl she realized he wasn't a walker and like a wounded animal began begging for help. Her pleading ended with a dull thud as his fist connected with her skull turning everything to black for her.

She woke up disoriented, didn't know how much time had passed or where she was. Her skull throbbed, felt like a jack hammer was inside her brain. She could feel the tightness of a bandage around her calf which had gone numb. She couldn't see anything and she realized that her arms were chained behind her back and she was suspended by them. The ache in her shoulders burned like there was a coal fire in her bones. The door in front of her creaked as it opened and light flooded the room providing the silhouette of a large man aproaching her. He flicked on the lights to provide a grizzly visage. His face was scared and his long beared was dotted with beads as it was brought into tight braids. He was missing hand but at the same time he wasn't, it had been replaced, there were solar panels along the backside of his prosthetic that she could see. His clothes were plain, nothing about them indicated that he blonged to any of the groups in the area. Society had begun to reform but in the apocalypse that meant uniformed para-military groups.

She spoke up quietly at first, her throat dry. Why are you doing this to me? He merely chuckled as he knelt down so he was face to face with her stroking the finger of his prosthetic along her chin. The polymer smooth and tepid, it wasn't cold but it wasn't warm like a real finger. Because you're alive he said with a slight tinge of malice in his voice. I mean really alive, I can see the fire burning in your eyes. I plan to take it from you, maybe when I break you...i'll feel alive. B-b-break me? She stammered out. Oh my god please just let me go. He laughed again and let a grin spread across his face. How about we not? And say we did. He spoke those words in an almost sign song staccato. A frown formed on her pouty lips and in an instant he slapped her. No, my precious rose you must be vibrant. The vileness of his voice dripped into her brain. Not understanding his intent as she felt the prosthetic slide down her spine and pushed down the back of her pants that he had unbuckled while she was unconcious. His polymer fingers slipping under her panty line and finding their way to her pussy lips. He ground them along her slowly. She let out a whine, oh my god no. Please stop she begged. She didn't know why her body was betraying her but her pussy was getting wet as the prosthetic fingers pushed inside her, a growl escaping the mans mouth claiming how he was going to make her his. She bit her lip to hide the moans as he thrusted his fingers deeper until he finally pulled them out. Her mind was confused she had begged him to stop but now her pussy ached. It needed to be filled, but she still didn't want it to be filled by him.

There was a clatter as he moved behind her and pulled her pants, and panties along with them, down over her ass and let them hit the floor. N-n-no! She let out another whine. Oh my god please don't she begged again as she felt the head of his cock brush against her clit. She shivered and tried to pull away but her mobility was limited as her arms were still chained behind her back and tethered ot the ceiling. He used her swing back to push his cock to the hilt inside her moistened pussy. Filling her up and ripping her apart simultaneously. Oh god she cried, you can still stop. Please please please stop. He merely grunted and began thrusting himself into her harshly. Stirring up her insides as he worked his cock in and out of her at a feverish pace. She was panting and fighting back a moan as he growled in her ear, you're enjoying this aren't you slut. She shook her head afraid if she spoke she'd moan instead. He spanked her ass fiercly, leaving a welt in the shape of his still human hand on her ass a loud clap echoing in the room. When I ask you a question you answer me you got that? Unless you'd like a bullet in your head of course. Understand? She lost the fight and let out a moan as she barely spoke the words Yes Sir. He laughed to himself as he began plowing into her harder, tearing the very fiber of her being as her pussy began to bleed on his cock. You're enjoying this aren't you slut? She whined again oh my god do I have to answer that? He spanked her again as his answer. When she was done letting the moan escape her throat, yes Sir i'm enjoying you raping me but it's not my fault. You're just tearing me apart and I can't help it. He hammered his cock deep into her pounding against the fleshy wall at the deep end of her pussy, dreaming in his head about getting her pregnant. He felt her pussy convulsing on his cock and he growled. Did I say you could cum? He spanked her again and pulled out. No cum for your greedy little pussy today. He walked around in front of her and slammed his cock down her throat thrusting quickly in and out of it. His cock began to throb from her gagging and he pulled back so the head of it was on her tongue as his cum errupted from his dick coating her mouth and tongue. It had been a while since he had jacked off so there was plenty of it. As he pulled out he clapped his hand over her mouth and nose and told her to swallow. She did as she was forced to but he didn't release her face. He held his hand there until she blacked out again before he quietly exited the room.