Chapter 1: The Fall into Darkness
Zoey’s boots pounded against the cracked asphalt, her breath ragged as she sprinted through the desolate alley. The air was thick with the stench of decay, but it wasn’t the rot of the world that terrified her—it was the low, guttural moan echoing behind her. She knew what it meant. She’d seen it before. The infected. And not just any infected, but *her*. The one who’d taken her little sister, forced her into unspeakable acts. Zoey’s stomach churned at the memory, but she couldn’t stop. She wouldn’t stop.
Until she did.
Her foot caught on a jagged piece of debris, and she went down hard, her head slamming against the ground. Pain exploded behind her eyes, and the world spun into darkness. She was out before she could even curse her luck.
When awareness flickered back, it was to the sound of a sultry, predatory purr. Zoey’s vision was blurry, but she could make out the figure crawling toward her on all fours, a wicked grin splitting the infected woman’s face. Her massive tits swayed with each deliberate movement, her curves glistening with a sheen of sweat under the dim streetlight. Zoey’s heart thundered as recognition hit her like a punch. It was *her*. The same one. The one who’d made her sister scream and beg.
“Well, well, little runner,” the infected purred, her voice dripping with dark promise. “Thought you could escape me? I’ve been craving a new tongue to ride, and yours looks just perfect.”
Zoey tried to move, to scream, but her body wouldn’t obey. The paralysis was setting in, a cruel side effect of the infection’s proximity. She could only watch, helpless, as the woman loomed closer, her eyes glinting with lustful malice.
“You’re gonna lick a whole lot of ass real soon, sweetheart,” the infected taunted, her tone sharp as a blade. “I remember your sister’s pretty mouth. She worshipped me so good. Let’s see if you can match her.”
Zoey’s mind screamed in revulsion, but her body remained still as the infected straddled her chest, her heavy breasts hovering inches from Zoey’s face. “Look at these beauties,” the woman cooed, cupping her massive tits and letting them sway. “Bet you’re dying to taste them.” She smirked, dragging a hard nipple across Zoey’s lips. “Open wide, darling. I’m gonna feed you good.”
Zoey’s jaw ached as the infected forced her nipple deep into her mouth, moaning with pleasure as Zoey’s unconscious tongue flicked against the hardened peak. “That’s it, you little tease,” the woman groaned, alternating between her breasts, shoving them into Zoey’s mouth with ruthless abandon. “Suck harder. I know you want it.”
Five agonizing minutes passed before she pulled back, Zoey’s face slick with tit sweat. The infected chuckled, a wicked edge to her laugh. “Not bad for a start. But we’re just getting warmed up.” She dragged a finger through her own dripping pussy, coating it in her juices before shoving it into Zoey’s mouth. “Taste that, bitch. That’s what’s coming next.”
Zoey’s tongue, rigid from the paralysis, couldn’t resist as the infected grabbed it, pulling it out with a cruel tug. “Perfect,” she hissed, turning around to present her big, round ass. She slapped her cheeks, making them jiggle enticingly. “Look at this. You’re gonna dive so deep, you’ll forget your own name.”
Spreading herself wide, the infected teased her anus against the tip of Zoey’s wet tongue, a low moan escaping her lips. “Oh, fuck, I’ve been waiting for this,” she growled, lowering herself slowly, savoring the moment. Then, with a sudden thrust, she slammed down, Zoey’s tongue plunging deep into her tight hole. The infected screamed in pleasure, her voice echoing through the empty alley as she began to ride, her hips moving with predatory grace.
Zoey’s consciousness flickered fully back at that moment, the revolting taste hitting her like a wave. She wanted to gag, to scream, but she couldn’t. All she could do was stare helplessly at those massive ass cheeks clapping above her, her tongue disappearing into that dark, forbidden place. Tears streamed down her face as the infected laughed, her voice cutting through the haze.
“Fuck, your tongue is so good,” she panted, spanking herself as she bounced harder. “We’ve got hours ahead, darling. And I’m nowhere near done with you.”
The promise of more—more torment, more violation—hung heavy in the air as Zoey’s world narrowed to the rhythm of that relentless ride, knowing this was only the beginning.
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