Only So Many Uses for a Zombie Horde

~Only So Many Uses for a Zombie Horde

There are things that make for a warped personality. In the case of Lina, there were many such ‘things’ present. Take a high intellect, a near daemonic lack of ethics, a crippling shyness that makes shrinking violets look outgoing, a complete starvation of human contact as a result and all the free time in the world. Mix that all up and you have a witch with some kinks to work out.
Still, she tried to at least be a decent person; between unholy rites at the graveyard, she’d pay a copper or two at the orphanage and volunteer her time as a nurse at the local apothecary on weekends. She never quite got the ‘evil sorceress’ thing down pat, though she did see no moral issues in said black magic.
At five foot nothing with a washboard body, Lina hadn’t much luck attracting some of the attention she craved. She was often mistaken for a kid, and that was assuming people even noticed her at all. Even mundane things were a challenge; she was unnoticed by vendors with her tiny, squeaky voice, unable to stand out in crowds, etc. Her features weren’t the most attention demanding either, the only stant out were her green eyes that seemed massive on her thin, pointed face. She kept her auburn hair tied into a braid, though it didn’t matter much as it was always hidden unto her pointed hat or draping robes.  Still, she was determined and always saw her goals through to the end.
Night was falling on the town, full moon that night. It was time.
She hurried; hand on her hat to keep it from falling off as she sprinted. For the first time in a whie, she realised that being socially invisible had its benefits. She didn’t even get a disinterested glance in her general direction at her passing. It was when the sun was about to disappear completely that she reached the graveyard. She let out a relieved pant, all in good time so far. She rested with her hands on her knees for a time to catch her breath, before making her way to the gravedigger’s hut. He was a crust, bored old man who asked no questions provided the coin was good.
Lina reached up a dainty hand and rapped her knuckles on the door. She didn’t even make a noise on the wood.
She waited with some baited breath for an answer that never came. She reached up and gulped, dreading the eventual conversation. She pounded against the door, causing the bolt that held it to gently rattle. This was enough to cause the gravedigger to at least check it out, much to the inevitable panicked stammering of the little witch.
	“Umm… hello mister… umm gravedigger sir?” she was flushed, embarrassed.
	“Oh… You again… Need more exhumations?” he folded his arms.
	“Oh, no sir… you’ve done quite enough, thank you so much!” she wiped her palms on her robe, “No, I wanted to thank you… and to give you some extra coin for services rendered!”
	“You’ve paid all you’ve owed, but I won’t say no to extra,” said the gravedigger.
	“I… I just wanted… to know… umm… if you could spend some of this coin at the tavern tonight?” She handed him five gold pieces.
	“My, that’s quite the pay packet. So five gold to get shitfaced and forget how fucking boring I am for a few hours? I think this might be the easiest job I ever took.”
	“Th-thank you kind sir!” she said despite wanting to wither and die.
	“No, thank you. Try not to break anything while I’m gone.”
	“No, I won’t let anything h-happen!”
The gravedigger merely grunted as he collected his coat and shoved past her, “Thanks again,” He grumbled.
When he rounded out of sight, Lina grinned from ear to ear. No, she thought, thank you!
She sprang to a little locked crypt in the back of the cemetery. It was the public one for John and Jane Does, thus visited by absolutely no one. Lina needed her privacy, when plying profane arts and black magics, one did not want to be disturbed by the queasy masses.
She navigated the near blackness for a time, finding her way by rote with an uncharacteristically confident stride.
A short time later, she rounded into one of the large chambers. This one encircled with candles that instantly lit to her clap. In the room were some racks piled with coffins that lay along the walls, surrounding an altar with some magical symbols and sigils etched into it with a knife. Lina didn’t need to appraise the graves, they contained twelve of the most handsome men to have died in the past week. She didn’t kill them though, aside from being too terrified to people to attempt it, even she thought murder was wrong. There was a nasty mine cave in however, and many of the younger, hunkier studs breathed their last in there. Many of them were workers with no ties who flittered from town to town and remained unmissed.
Lina made sure everything was idea. She used her magic to to put their bodies into a kind of stasis to prevent further decomposition. She timed the event to the lunar cycle to draw more mana from the ritual, full moon exuding more supernatural might than any other time of the cycle. She kept the gravedigger, her only witness, loyal with coin and addled my mild amnesia spells to ensure he would conveniently forget particular details if pressed.
She rounded the altar, throwing her had aside. She took to the ritual with practiced ease. She had plied her craft to enough squirrel corpses to know the arcana off by heart, but she had never raised a human before and was a little nervous about what to expect. There were many things to take into consideration, the differences between rodent and human were vast, the main being scale. Still Lina knew she had it figured out, scaling the reagent requirements with the mass of the human body would certainly help. Regardless, twelve animations was taxing even to the best of necromancers.
Lina plunged the knife into the central sigil and began chanting in mystical tongues. Time to show the world what this neonate was capable of! The chamber shook as the candlelight dimmed. The flames were unaffected, but the light itself was being suppressed. Cold glowing mist emerged in the room, cackles of lightning comprised of void and nil surged from wall to wall in mock serpentine patterns as the room was bathed in an intensifying green cast. Wails of torment, gnashing of teeth and anguished screams echoed from netherworlds untouched by the hands of men.
She poured herself into the spell, giving unto it all the power and intensity she could muster, yelling the incantation to hear her own voice over the rattling and screeching. It all culminated in one almighty skriegh as the whole world erupted in a thunderclap devoid of noise. A concussion wave erupted, kicking away the dust so hard it sandblasted the walls clean. When it all settled, Lina collapsed, sitting with her back against the altar. Her chest was heaving with laboured pants.
The result of the spell wasn’t immediately apparent, much to her worry, but the coffins shook and rocked. Her eyes were alight in almost childlike glee. It worked, it really worked! By the time she cought her breath again, the coffins all opened and one by one, the zombies emerged. Hansome was the correct term, chiselled abs and broad shoulders that were obvious even through the burial suits. Square jaws and powerful limbs, piercing gazes amplified by the nature of undeath. They turned their attention onto her immediately after emerging.
They approached their mistress, moaning and shambling, which did little to dampen their rugged good looks. Lina’s instincts kicked into the paranoid overdrive as she curled up, away from the nearest zombie. She honestly didn’t know what to expect, so when the zombies stopped and looked expectant, she didn’t know what to do. Her goal was to raise them, she didn’t actually have plans for them once they were raised. She looked to the nearest, who had ragged gashes in his face that she thought she could seal into some rather manly scars.
	“umm… hi?” she said, still slightly fearful.
The zombie waved in response.
	“So… umm… hoe does this work? Do I command you?”
The zombie nodded.
	“So… umm… I… uh… hop on one leg three times?”
The zombie complied, hopping on the spot at her command.
Lina giggled, “Oh… alright… umm… tapdance for me?”
The zombie had none of the finesse required, but stumbled about in a rough approximation.
Lana was laughing, “alright, alright… wow… What will you do for me then?”
The zombie didn’t seem to grasp the question.
	“Okay… anything you won’t do?”
The zombie stared blankly.
Lina realised that she’d have to work out these boundaries herself. She knew enough to know violent and self-destructive commands were done unquestioningly. It took her some time to actually think of a command that might push some kind of boundary.
	“You and you, Kiss!”
The two zombies she pointed out complied and, planting their lips on one another’s.
	“You!” she pointed to another as she stood up, “Take off your clothes!”
The zombie ripped off the decaying scraps of his burial suit, revealing a tight marble-wrought six-pack and pectorals to match. Hit still flaccid member drew her eye, it was huge for something that hadn’t risen to its full potential.
	“Can… can… umm… sorry to ask this of you…” her voice was tiny once more, “can you possibly… get that hard?”
The zombie looked down, appraising it as if seeing it for the first time. He reached down, some primal vestige left behind was guiding his hand. It didn’t take long for his pumping to harden it into a seven and a half inch piledriver.
Lina found herself blushing and stammering, “well… umm… gods below you are beautiful… umm… all of you, please take your clothes off too? And… umm… get yourselves… umm… hard?”
They all complied, revealing equally toned physiques and equally well endowed manhoods.
Lina found herself dancing with unrestrained glee.
	“I control zombie penis, zombie penis, zombie penis!” she reined herself in just as quickly, “oh boy, I didn’t expect… I didn’t think… Oh my!” She was beetroot red in the face.
She tore off her robes, exposing her petite, delusive, porcelain skinned frame to the flickering candlelight. Her body wasn’t traditionally ‘sexy’, lacking rounded hips of any bust to speak of, but in her own way she was attractive. Her body suited her, tucked, tight and firm. She strode over to the nearest zombie and threw her arms around him. She swallowed back her nerved, barely able to believe these words that were about to issue from her mouth.
	“Ravish me!” she cried, but immediately put a finger to his lips to stop him, “but… umm… be gentle with me please, Soft and slow like. I’m… really little and delicate…” She looked to the floor, “please don’t hurt me!”
The zombie complied and cupped his hands over her hind, lifting her onto the altar, sweeping everything on it to the floor. She stared down, wide-eyed in wonder and curiosity as he lined his member to her pussy lips and gently pressed forward. A gasp escaped her lips as he sunk his cock deeper, sending shivers up her spine. As he started thrusting, Lina immediately found herself moaning. Being a vergin, she didn’t know what to expect, but this was certainly exceeding her imagination. She looked about, there were still plenty of zombies doing a great deal of nothing around her.
	“Um… any of you can… join in… just… please… be gentle!” It wasn’t the firmest of commands.
The zombie already on top of her wrapped his arms around her and lifted her up, eliciting a startled squeal from the witch. Another zombie laid down on the altar under her as the other zombie started lowering his mistress back down. Lina didn’t know what was happening until she felt the member slowly press between her butt-cheeks. Gently, with both zombies guiding her by the hips, she felt the member push into her anus. She winced and let out a cry, she hadn’t been expecting that.
Two down, ten to go and still unsure about this ‘back door’ usage, Lina suddenly worried about her own request. Another zombie rounded to her head, his member was on levelled directly to her face. He wouldn’t dare press the issue with his mistress, but she figured out quickly what he was getting at.
She swallowed hard and opened her mouth, wrapping her lips around the giant, pulsing cock and eagerly started sucking and licking as the other two started thrusting.
Two more zombies joined in, but lacking holes to enter, they instead fondled and caressed her, cupping a hand on her breasts. She reached out and as if rewarding the tender stroking, wrapped her fingers around their costs and did some stroking of her own. Another zombie entered the fun, reaching down and stroking her clit. She moaned in appreciation, but felt bad at her inability to reciprocate.
Number seven joined at that moment, straddling her chest and laying his member along her sternum in what little cleavage she had and thrust against her. Lina found it mildly uncomfortable if anything, but wasn’t about to turn down the eye candy. Physically unable to accommodate any more, Lina was relieved to see the five other zombies waiting patiently to the side.
The rhythmic thrusting for Lina was just as relaxing as it was stimulating, but got old quickly as she found herself silently wishing, ‘faster, harder, deeper!’
As it turned out, willpower alone was enough to command a zombie, they complied with every wayward whim that Lina could come up with, every obscure angle, every slight change in pacing, was all answered by the zombies falling in line without her even needing to vocalise her wishes. The zombies all increased in speed, to Lina’s delighted moans.
The zombie she was sucking off lacked the stamina of the others and filled her mouth with his salty cream. Lina ran it over her tongue, wiping his cock clean until every last drop was swallowed. When she was finished, he stepped back. Shortly thereafter, the zombie on her chest let out an odd caterwaul as he erupted, carpeting her neck and chest in his sticky load.
Lina let out a giggle, it was warmer than she expected. It only took moments after the zombie got off her for the zombies in each hand to lose their composure. They pressed themselves against her hands as they withdrew their own, spraying cum all across her tits. Lina found herself laughing, “my, it’s like a warm, sleazy jacket isn’t it?”
The zombies didn’t respond to the joke, much to her dismay.
Her mood however picked up right away when the remaining two zombies moved even harder and faster, pounding her into a string of barely vocalised cries. But, like their fellows, they too finished all too quickly, filling her pussy and arse with a torrent of cum. Dissatisfied, Lina kicked them back and clambered off the other, still stick with their loads. Her legs immediately gave out and she found herself on her hands and knees. As if taking their queue (or realising her dissatisfaction), the other zombies approached. Before Lina knew what was happening, she felt two different cocks penetrate her from behind. Her head snapped up, startled, which gave another zombie just the opening to take her by the hair and ram his cock down her throat. At first, Lina was frightened, but the zombies slowed themselves to allay her fears. She closed her eyes, finally comfortable and ground up against the zombies, savouring the smooth shaft on her tongue and working against the rock solid pillars inside her. Her body rocked to a pleasurable rhythm, taking her time to force each of the three members, one at a time, as deep as they would go. She surprised herself with her own ability, suppressing her gag reflex so well that she could take the cock right down her throat until her lips wrapped around the base. The cock in her pussy pushed so deep that she could feel it moving her innards about causing her to worry a little about bruising, while the cock in her arse was ploughing right down to its base too. Still, none of this stopped it from feeling amazing.
The zombie at her face lost his composure and pulled his member out to try and stop himself cumming. Too late, Lina found her face painted in such a spurt that it threatened to glue her eyes shut. She wiped away the dripping excess and licked her fingers clean as she pushed harder against the other two. Her already weak legs were shaking as an unfamiliar sense of innervation overtook her.
Her body surged with feelings that shot up her spine, tingling the entire way up. She found her body uncontrollable arching backwards as a cry escaped her lips. Her whole body tightened and stiffened as she found herself clawing into the ground. She turned her head to the side and bit into her shoulder as the skin down her chest reddened with each successive thrust. With a giant, echoing scream, her body relaxed as the zombies increased their speed, fucking her as hard as they could. Soon, they tried to follow their companion in pulling out to stop themselves cumming, but they too were too late, spraying their loads on her stomach and back.
Lina tried to sit up and got there in the end with the aid of the last two zombies. As she got comfortable, she reached out and started stroking their throbbing shafts.
	“You know, there’s something missing. Maybe I need to bring up a cute girlie to help me fuck your hunky pieces of man-meat? Well, we’ll work on that one later…” she giggled as she licked some dripping cum from the corner of her mouth and swallowed, “for now, I’ve got some gaps in this sleazy coat you hunks are making for me, and I need them filled…”