"I said I was sorry!"

The 19 year old punkette pleaded when I shoved her up against the wall. I could still hear her music blaring through the now-abandoned safe haven's PA system.

"I just wanted to listen to some music and liven up the place!"

It took a lot not to hit her for that. "You attracted a horde, and got everyone killed! All our supplies are in there, and now there's a horde sitting on top of them! Why the fuck did you of all people survive?"

She confinued whining how it wasn't her fault. But she'd pulled shit before and nearly gotten us killed. Today just took the cake. I shoved her over a nearby desk on her back. That's when I noticed the bite on her hand. She was as dead as everyone else. I was no longer listening to her beg. I ripped at her clothes, tossing them away. I gagged her with her own panties, and she screamed when I shoved deep. It was probably my last fuck. So I'd enjoy it.

Her stuggles became weaker as the bite took affect. She got very warm, an instant fever, making my cock feel like it was melting in pleasure. Next, her whining and crying faded, replaced by honest moans as the more complex part of her brain shut down. I swore she came on my dick, but it was hard to tell. Finally the tremors and spasms kicked in, her pussy milking my cock unbelievably well. And the moment her heart finally stopped, I felt it. The tension leave her body, the sudden... Stillness. I've never came harder before in my life.

I had a go-bag with me and several days of food and supplies. I tied her up instead of killing her, trying to ration my supplies to outlast our generator and her goddamn music, to go recover what I could from our base. But...

She was fresh. I couldn't help myself. It wasn't like I redressed her. This annoying, super hot punk bitch, now a zombie, sitting tied up alone in my hiding place. I fucked her. Again and again. Sometimes she seemed aggressive, others passive, but... Always tight. If she'd let me do this when she was alive, maybe I'd gotten her headphones as special treatment.

A week in, I discovered my mistake. Fucking her with her arms tied behind her back, I weakened her ropes. She broke free while I was asleep. But when I woke up, it wasn't teeth I felt. It was lips and tongue. Punkette was sucking my cock like it was all she needed. Pleasure had replaced bloodlust from my interference in her transformation. And she no longer needed to breathe.

Here's a little taste of what I have in mind for the rp! Zombies and survivors, both ending up traveling with my character, or even finding a safe place to hold up and live. After several rough deaths, my character decides to take charge and only allow women to live with him, saving them and turning them into his personal cumdumps... One way or another.

We may include garious dangerous zombie types as well! Mutations and threats straight out of Left4Dead or Back4Blood, interesting encounters to overcome, and maybe even tame into a zombie army to capture more toys!

Kinks: zombie bimbos, noncon/dubcon/coercion, raw sex, rough sex, 'prostitution'/selling oneself for protection or food.

Limits: toiletplay, CBT, vore, a few others I cant think of.

Hit me up and we'll discuss before moving to discord.