Warning: This story contains descriptions of torture. If you are a minor or are easily offended by this type of content, then please do not read.

 

Zombie Sex Slave: Part 1 - Luck

 

 

She was broke. She had never been in such a dire situation in her life. What were her options? Asking help from her parents was out of the question - any “gift” from them came with heavy chains of expectations attached. The rent was due and she probably could get by with giving her landlord a partial payment …but right now she had nothing. Quitting her job had not been a good idea; she probably should have kept pushing her lawsuit and sue her employer as her friends advised her to, but she just didn’t want to deal with it… ultimately she just wanted to forget about the harassment and move on. Besides, it was her word against her boss, and he probably would have gotten others to back him up. She was not out to take on the world, she just wanted to get by… on her own.  But to accomplish that, she needed to find another job, and fast.

 

Kim picked the biggest office tower around and went floor to floor filling out applications for a receptionist. Making a game out of it helped…how many applications could she fill out in an hour? She even timed each stop; she was averaging about fifteen minutes per application. The game made it seem less tedious. When she got home, she would compare how she did canvassing this building to the last, and so on.

 

Then she struck gold. Halfway through the 5^th floor, she filled out an application for a business that she knew nothing about. They interviewed her on the spot and asked when she could start. Tomorrow! She was giddy as she left the office, thinking how things were finally looking up! Now for the immediate crisis of raising fast money before her first paycheck – she had to get her rent paid. She also needed to get something in her stomach, and as she was leaving for the bus, she caught site of a sandwich shop in another office building on the way. As she passed a bulletin-board in the lobby a message caught her eye…

 

YOUNG WOMEN 18 – 25 NEEDED IN MENSTRUAL DRUG TEST. IMMEDIATE CASH, LIMITED OPENINGS. INQUIRE  IN SUITE 419.

 

Immediate cash! That’s exactly what she needed. This certainly was worth checking out; the sandwich would have to wait. Perhaps they still had some openings? When she arrived at the door, it simply announced:

 

“Dr. Evelyn J. Richards, MD”

 

As Kim walked through the door, it initially seemed like all the other offices she had visited today, except for the slightest scent of medicine or antiseptic floating in the air.  Kim couldn’t tell which it was…perhaps it was a mixture of both. It seemed strange to Kim that a doctor’s office was stuck in the middle of a regular office building, like it had been accidentally placed in the wrong building by mistake. But this was becoming more common, as specialized services were becoming more independent from the hospitals and medical buildings. Then Kim saw the item that grandly pronounced that this office was different than all the others: built into the back wall, was a huge fish tank, stocked with exotic fish and colorful coral that no doubt cost a fortune. Although an aquarium was common and almost mandatory in doctor’s offices, this tank was exceptionally stocked, and it dwarfed most showroom tank displays at even the largest fish stores. Dr. Richards was certainly making some cash.

 

A receptionist smiled as Kim walked in. The she seemed to be in her early twenties. Although she was beautiful, with her wavy auburn hair, the hint of more mature facial features was beginning to emerge. She was in the transitional period between “beautiful” and “stunning”…a chrysalis of sorts. A little more time would serve to sculpt her face and further define her features, shedding any remnants of girlishness and emerging as a complete woman. A very quiet orchestral melody was playing in the background, and this seemed to enhance her beauty the slightest bit. “How can I help you?” She warmly greeted Kim.

 

Kim almost started with her standard “Are you accepting applications” routine, but caught herself. “Hi, I’m here about the ad you placed downstairs about the testing.”

 

The receptionist seemed to be sizing her up before replying. Perhaps they were looking for a particular body type? She undressed Kim with her piercing green eyes, and after an uncomfortable amount of time finally seemed to approve of what she saw. “Wonderful! We have one slot left! I’m Debra. Let me tell you a bit about what we’re doing. Your name is…?”

 

“Kim, Kim Burns.”

 

“Nice to meet you Kim. Have a seat. We are testing a new menstrual drug. It is quite safe I assure you, but the FDA requires quite an extensive amount of trials before approval.” Her voice was sweet like syrup and it put Kim at ease, however she felt somewhat inferior in the presence of the beautiful woman. Kim was certainly eye-catching and had no problem attracting men. Her sandy blond hair had recently been cut shorter, partially in response to the harassment from her last job - she had been angry and wanted a change - but it served to define her cute facial features. However, Kim would rarely be called “beautiful”…no, she was forever “cute”.

 

“We would need to give you a quick physical and get some information on your history, but barring any allergies to certain medications, most women qualify.” Debra approached Kim with the ubiquitous clipboard holding the questionnaire, and Kim was about to ask the most important question before she was preempted by Debra’s answer… “And we can give you a five hundred dollar check today…another five hundred dollars on the completion of the testing period.”

 

Five hundred dollars wasn’t the full amount she needed, but it would sure help. This was turning out to be a lucky day after all! Kim started to fill out the questionnaire, which got quite invasive with its detailed questions about her sex habits, but since it was other women who would be looking at this, it didn’t seem to matter.  Besides, for one thousand dollars total, the private information was a small amount to pay.

 

Debra had left, apparently to talk to the doctor. As she left the room, Kim did notice the tight skirt that clung to Debra’s ass. This woman obviously wasn’t afraid to show off her figure. And the way she sized Kim up made her feel that it was more sexual than professional…Kim had been through that before. Was Debra a lesbian? Not that it mattered much, but Kim wasn’t certain she would want to spend a lot of time with her. She just didn’t find women sexually exciting, she was definitely into men. The closest she had came to having sex with another woman was when she was drunk with a girlfriend and they kissed each other in a demonstration of some past boyfriends awful kissing techniques. This had led to a more passionate kiss, but it ended quickly with one of them bursting out laughing.

 

Debra rapped at Evelyn’s door and let herself in quickly closing the door behind her. “I’ve got a girl who might work!” she whispered to the doctor. Evelyn was in her mid thirties, an attractive brunette with fantastic legs and ass. She prided herself on these qualities as much as her academic and professional accomplishments… and she had accomplished quite a bit in her time. She was a brilliant student at college and medical school, and, once she began practicing, had quickly made a name for herself as a researcher of some caliber. Several larger corporations had been interested in taking her on, but Evelyn was steadfast on having her own private practice and working as a consultant. Evelyn was very private, and working for a large company would not allow her to indulge in her…interests.

 

Evelyn had met Debra at a lesbian hangout. A young attractive woman oozing of innocence had entered the bar and Evelyn immediately swooped down on her. However, another woman had apparently spotted the same vulnerability and the two of them almost collided in an effort to snatch the prey first. An initial evil glare between the two ultimately gave way to laughter and they all introduced each other. The other Domme was Debra. It was unusual for someone as attractive and young as Debra to be that aggressive, and Evelyn eventually recognized that as an admirable quality. As if they were reading each others minds, they went in for the kill together. The young girl didn’t stand a chance as the two fed her drink after drink and made her feel at ease, despite their aggressive nature. This was an art in itself - to dominate the situation, yet make the prey feel comfortable and non-threatened. Both Evelyn and Debra were excelling at as they tested each other, demonstrating their skills.

 

The girl confessed she had never been with a woman and was simply curious. The two Dommes “admitted” that they themselves were new to this too, and because Debra’s place was closer, eventually they headed there after the bar closed. Once they arrived at Debra’s, the mood quickly changed. The girl, drunk, had collapsed on the couch and was no longer the main attraction, as she was already in the possession of the other two women. Instead, the two Dommes were more curious about each other and found themselves to be quite alike. Although Evelyn was very successful and more than ten years older, she found that she had as much in common with Debra as anyone she had ever met. Debra was currently looking for work and Evelyn decided that on Monday the first thing she would do was fire her useless secretary and hire Debra.

 

The women decided to celebrate with a glass of Champagne and a night of mistreating their catch.  They yanked the poor, sleeping girl off of the couch, and took relentless advantage of her. Evelyn hadn’t been as forthcoming about her sadistic tendencies while talking with Debra, but it soon became obvious Debra had quite a sadistic streak too…perhaps even more profound than Evelyn’s! This was exciting to both the women as they went further and further, seeing just how far the other would go, as they abused the girl.  They teased her and tormented her.  They caressed her body, face and hair, crooning at her beauty, only to abruptly pull her by the hair or pinch her by the nipples to make her abide by their wishes. 

 

It wasn’t long before their victim was sobbing uncontrollably.  They ended up taking turns holding the girl to the bed, one sitting on the hapless girl’s waist and holding her arms to her side while the other mercilessly grinded her pussy onto the girl’s face, threatening to smother her if she didn’t lick her pussy with enough gusto.  By the time they let her go, the poor girl couldn’t even speak clearly from the overuse of her tongue. She was so traumatized by the ordeal in the end that it was highly doubtful that she would ever try being with a woman again.

 

Evelyn and Debra had been together ever since, sharing their conquests and exploits. Their relationship was strangely platonic, except when carting home a victim. When this happened their passions erupted, and after they were finished with their latest prey they ended up in each other’s arms in the most intense, passionate lovemaking either had experienced before they had met. This dynamic seemed to keep any jealousy at bay, and allowed them to become best friends. The fact that Evelyn was Debra’s boss didn’t seem to have an adverse effect as Debra was very thorough and efficient at anything she did. Evelyn’s finances had given her a freedom to pursue directions that suited her interests, and because Debra was on the same wavelength, she had a willing accomplice. This led them to today, a culmination of long research and patient planning that hopefully would result in the most amazing prize either woman could imagine.

 

Evelyn looked at Debra and smiled. “You like her, huh?” This was exciting. “Perhaps I should meet our little test subject, and let you know if I approve?” Evelyn walked out to the lobby and sized up the woman. She was very pretty, blond and tall. She had decent sized breasts and they were obviously not enhanced. This was important as Evelyn did not want to have to deal with removing implants. There were a few other potential problems that needed to be checked out before the decision was made.

 

There really was a legitimate menstrual drug test going on, and the two had tested many participants. But there also was another, far more personal and private study that Evelyn had been waiting to embark on. Every potential candidate so far had failed to meet the important qualifications:

 

No one must know the woman was here.

 

She must not have contacted anyone on her cell phone while in the building.

 

Preferably she would have had no other business to attend to in the building.

 

An added bonus would be if the candidate arrived on foot or on bus. A car could present problems as there were security cameras in the lot. This question was easily answered by the fact that one of the stipulations for the legitimate study was that the subject not drive after taking the drug the first time. Kim had told the women that no, she took the bus over.

 

Kim also consented to a physical. No red flags of warning went off in her head as this whole situation appeared to be a grand stroke of luck. There was nothing to fear since she was dealing with women, and Dr. Richards’ professional air put her immediately at ease. The doctor was also very attractive, and could have easily been a model had she let her hair down and put on different makeup.

 

Evelyn spoke in a calm soothing manner. Her voice was deeper than Debra’s, and it had a hint of a smoky quality… she spoke quietly. This had the effect of causing people to listen closer and creating the air of importance. Men and women had fallen for her voice before; it was something you didn’t notice in most people, but you noticed Evelyn’s voice. One word could sum it up: sensual.

 

As Kim was led back to the exam room, she indulged in chit chat, telling the two that she just happened to pass by this building, spotting the deli. This seemed to generate unusual interest in the two women, and Kim was a bit confused as Dr. Richards probed her more about this. Kim’s mind was set at ease though when the doctor explained that she had invested in the deli, and wanted to know more about the circumstances that led people to eat there.  As Debra left the exam room and closed the door, Dr. Richards continued the light conversation as she instructed Kim to get undressed.

 

The cell phone was the easiest to verify. Debra simply went through Kim’s jacket while Kim was in the exam room getting undressed and looked at the calls made and calls received. Nothing in the last four hours. Debra’s heart began to pound harder as she began to realize that Kim might end up qualifying to be their first real test subject. There had been others that the two women had tested small amounts of the “special” drugs on, but this was going to be a whole different level of control. Debra pretended to need something from the exam room and caught Evelyn’s eye…a quick nod. Debra couldn’t help sneaking a peek at Kim, naked, being gently probed by Evelyn. Evelyn, on the other hand, made certain nothing seemed inappropriate during the exam; it would be a mistake to jeopardize things when they might be so close.

 

Now it was the moment of truth. Evelyn had to make the decision whether to give Kim the real test drug, or administer Rohypnol. Rohypnol, like GHB, was considered a “date rape drug”, and was illegal in the United States. It was a fast acting sedative and would cause dizziness or drowsiness. A benefit to giving this to her would be that if things didn’t go as planned, the drug affected the person’s memory, and the whole incident (or at least large chunks) would be forgotten. Kim could be released if something went wrong with little chance of any serious consequences. Also, the adverse effects could be attributed to a reaction to the legitimate test drug. Evelyn called Debra in to record the time, 3:42 PM, as she administered the drug to their new test subject. Debra knew which drug it was, and her excitement was almost impossible to contain.

 

Both women pretended to be preoccupied with other tasks, but in reality, they were watching every movement Kim made. Finally Kim spoke up: “I’m feeling kinda dizzy”.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Warning: This story contains descriptions of torture. If you are a minor or are easily offended by this type of content, then please do not read.

 

Zombie Sex Slave: Part 2 - Severing Connections

 

It was time to prepare for the most delicate and dangerous part of the plan. Evelyn would pull her Subaru around to the back of the building, while Debra got the drugged up girl ready to go. Kim was nodding in and out of consciousness, and while this was fine for the time being, it would be much better if she could walk on her own. Debra reassured Kim that she was just having a reaction to the drug and everything would be fine – it was just a harmless and fairly common side effect to the drug, and that’s why they needed to do these tests. Evelyn and Debra were taking every precaution just in case the plan had to be abandoned and Kim somehow regained her memory (though that was an unlikely set of circumstances as Evelyn was quite methodical and had the proper dose calculated).

 

Debra was certain this girl was completely straight. That fact would make this endeavor even more exciting. The poor girl had probably never thought of being with another woman. Kim would soon learn that men were something of the past. Debra had been with very few men and most had been early on in high school. She thoroughly despised them now, and her last encounter with a man was unquestionably the final one. He had raped her, but they parted on her terms…

 

 

 

He had come in through the dining room window. Sometimes it paid to take your time and check every window around the house, since much of the time at least one was unlocked. It always pissed him off to have to break a window, and then, after entering the house, find that a window or door was already unlocked. He was more careful now, about everything. Prison wasn’t that bad, it was registering as a sex offender, taking those fucking classes, and then living in a goddamn sex offender house for an undetermined amount of time that sucked. Those fucking case workers, always wanting to know how you felt, what you were thinking…if they only knew! Assholes!

 

The whole experience left him pissed, and he was ready to seek his revenge again. These bitches thought they were in control - that they ran things in this world, and it was his job to show them, one by one, that they weren’t. Fuck, they even had female prison guards…he couldn’t fucking believe it! Well, he would show at least one woman just who was in charge in a minute. He had been noticed this little firecracker while he was scoring some shit from the park. Her house was right across the street from where the deal was going down, and he had to keep an eye out for cops. He watched everyone suspiciously, he was very attentive.

 

She drove up to her house, and quickly glanced over at him and his boys. Fucking prissy-assed white bitch thought she was better than him, he could tell. The wheels started turning almost immediately. The drugs were secondary now; there was another, more important addiction to feed.

 

Now he was standing in her fancy dining room. He would have loved to just sit down and crank up the TV, and have the bitch come out and find him, but it would be even better to wake her up as he stood over her bed, watching the panic well up in her eyes as she realized what was going to happen. Really the only thing he had to watch for was a dog. He hated fucking dogs. That’s how he got caught the last time…he managed to kill the fucker, but she had already called the cops and he was hurt. He should have killed the bitch too.

 

No, this cunt had no dog; he just walked up to her bed and watched. He was hard as a rock. Thanks to the Viagra he took, he no longer had the problem he used to while doing this. Wasn’t science fucking wonderful? No longer would he have to use other objects (although that was fun too), he could instead just keep fucking her in every way imaginable until HE was too sore to continue. He still couldn’t cum, but that could wait till later.

 

She started stirring. It was weird; some of the bitches seemed to know something was wrong even when they were asleep. He kinda thought that was cool. They should do a study on that or something: he could be put in a room while some were asleep and rape the ones that awoke. Maybe they could pay him good money to help out with that research. Damn. He had great ideas sometimes.

 

Going over his thoughts, he realized that the bitch was looking at him. She gasped a bit from the shock but quickly recovered…she wasn’t a screamer. She didn’t ask him what he was doing. That always pissed him off - dumb cunts, what the fuck did they think he was doing there? Admiring their beds? He ripped off her covers and held his knife out for her to see. She was dressed in a T-shirt and panties. Before he could tell her to strip, she began removing her panties. “Hello.” She said.

 

Alarm bells started going off in his head. “Shut the fuck up!” He growled as he slapped her hard in the face. She was acting all wrong. The alarm bells had gone off several times before, the last time was in the house with the dog. He probably should get out now…but damn, she was fine. He had to hit that. Fuck the bells, they had been wrong before. They were ringing with his heartbeat; they pulsed in his brain…

 

clang…clang…

 

He grabbed her, putting his knife at her throat, and pulled down his pants. Her legs were… already spread?  What the fuck? Was this whore into this? It didn’t really matter, but she even seemed to help guide his cock in. She wasn’t wet, so he had to ram himself in…this hurt her, he could tell. It usually did, since he was well endowed, but this bitch’s cries were confusing. Were they cries of pain, or something else? He pounded harder, egged on by her noises. He was ripping her, yet she wasn’t resisting!  Fuck, she was even pulling him to her…

 

Clang…Clang…

 

Soon she was doing the work. She was in control. The crazy fucking bitch was helping him rape her, but with ice in her eyes…how fucking weird was this whore? Although he didn’t like the feeling of her being in control, he couldn’t help himself; she was really fucking him hard. He would have to come back for more of this pussy after tonight! This kept on going for a long time and he was starting to get tired, he wanted to lie down. She could sense this but she wasn’t done yet. She started to flip him over…

 

CLANG!…CLANG!…

 

She was on top of him screwing. The fucking bitch was the horniest he’d ever met. Where was his knife? Oh yeah, it was by his right hand. If he needed it he could always grab it. She seemed to be out of breath for the moment. Then she stopped. She was smiling at him.

 

CLANG!!  CLANG!!

 

The movement was so swift he almost didn’t see it. He thought he saw the shimmer of his knife fly by but he would never be certain. He tried to lift up his head to check, but the tendons had been severed along with his trachea and carotid arteries. Instead, his head bent back and opened up the wound mimicking an obscene second mouth, a bright-red laughing smile. In trying to raise his head, the severed tendons caused the lip of the wound to curl and the arteries pointed towards the ceiling. As he lay staring at the ceiling, he was amazed at how high the blood spurted up…it seemed to almost hit the ceiling at first, but now it was much, much less. At least that damn clanging stopped. He was annoyed at the blood pooling in his eyes from the red rain, but he didn’t have the energy to do anything about it…it didn’t matter that much anyways as it was getting dimmer…

 

“I’m going to call the police and take a shower.” He heard the bitch say before the last bit of blood drained from his brain. “I hope it was worth it. It was for me.”

 

The police found her cowering in the shower, crying hysterically. She had to at least keep up the appearance of someone devastated by the attack.

 

 

This incident had literally severed any possibility of Debra ever being with a man again. The memory of it elicited different emotions at different times; sometimes she felt violated and sickened when she thought of that night, but at other times she felt that rush of power she had felt when she looked into his surprised eyes and watched as he finally understood...Debra took the control from him and almost sliced his head off with it. Ever since that event, it was her goal to forever remain in control of any situation.  What she did not fully realize was that, in this new obsession with control, she had become a predator herself – much more refined. but ultimately no less single minded.  She relished her ability now to assert dominance and control over unsuspecting victims…even if she had to share some of that with Evelyn. But it was as erotic to watch Evelyn play her “games” with the sorry girls as it was for Debra to play with them herself. That’s why their relationship worked…they fed off of each other.

 

Debra stroked Kim’s hair as she waited for Evelyn’s call. It was hard to stop from taking the girl right here, but she had to wait. She continued to assure Kim everything was fine. Finally Evelyn called - she was waiting.  However, it was obvious that Kim wouldn’t make it on her own power. Plan B: Wheelchair. While this could attract more attention, it was now a necessity.  Debra Loaded Kim into the chair and locked the door.  It was Showtime.

 

Debra’s heart was pounding so loud she could hear it in the elevator. Finally she made it all the way down to Evelyn’s car without spotting a single person. Evelyn was clearly disappointed when she saw the wheelchair, but sprung into action to help. Quickly Kim was ushered into the car and Evelyn pulled out. “How did it go?” asked Evelyn.

 

“I think we have ourselves a subject.” Debra smiled back. “Are we really doing this?” She asked. It seemed like a wonderful dream. The anticipation reminded her of Christmas as a little girl. “How are you doing, Honey?” Evelyn asked, laughing as she looked at the semi-conscious form of Kim in her rear view mirror. The fun they could have while accomplishing some major research was a win/win situation, and if the research didn’t pan out, they would still have a slave to keep as their own. Kim was not some temporary sub who mistakenly thought she was willing to suffer under Debra and Evelyn, only to find out she got more than she bargained for. No, Kim was the real deal. No games…at least no games from Kim.

 

As the car continued down the highway heading closer and closer to Kim’s final destination, the other two women were silent, lost in thought but occasionally glancing at each other with gleaming eyes. Neither woman could keep the smile off her face as each mulled over dreams and ideas that could finally be realized.

 

Dark clouds rolled in from the west in a dramatic punctuation to the events that were occurring, as Evelyn’s Outback and its three occupants pulled into her massive estate. As the two women loaded Kim into the wheelchair a light rain began to fall. Kim was not fully aware of the rain hitting her cheeks, and she quietly slipped into unconsciousness. The raindrops ran down and fell off her face like artificial tears as Debra wheeled the newest occupant into Evelyn’s house of horrors.

 

Warning: This story contains descriptions of torture. If you are a minor or are easily offended by this type of content, then please do not read.

Zombie Sex Slave: Part 3 – Strange New World

 

Even with all the lights ablaze, the room remained dark, heavy, as if the room actually had weight. It seemed that even if one brought in a hundred lights, the darkness could still hide in the corners, biding its time. It was the room of a thousand future sorrows. Evelyn’s laboratory was a massive space that encompassed almost the whole basement of her mansion. The room was a dreamland for any scientist - it was filled with all the amenities a researcher could ask for. Evelyn was able to afford the latest and greatest of everything.

 

Her newest acquisition, however, is what really made the room unique…Kim, naked and secured to an exam table with her legs strapped in gynecologist stirrups. She was slowly beginning to regain consciousness, but was still too out of it to realize the predicament she was in. Her soft moans had still not drawn the attention of Debra in the next room.

 

The two rooms couldn’t have been more different. Barn-like doors separated Evelyn’s laboratory from her greenhouse, bright and teaming with dozens of plants for Evelyn’s research. Jimson Weed, Belladonna or Devil’s Cherry, Brugmansias, and hallucinogens and opiates such as Marijuana, Peyote, Poppies and Coca plants.  In short, any plant that had mind or nervous system affecting characteristics could be found here. The smells of the living plants from the greenhouse mingled with the medicine and chemical smells of the other room, creating a strange evil perfume that hung in the air.

 

Debra was watering the plants by hand (for the watering system had burst the other day), pondering the details of this “experiment”. With Kim now down here they would be forced to repair the system themselves. It was, so far, the only downside to the abduction, which had gone better than they could have hoped. Debra couldn’t wait for Kim to awake.  It had been a while since they had brought a girl home, and she really had some pent-up energy. Just thinking of the fun they could have with her caused Debra to instinctively rub herself against the table. She wanted to finish watering quickly so she could go back to the laboratory and continue playing with the unconscious girl. Then she heard the moans.

 

Kim was starting to become aware that something was seriously wrong, her hands were bound and her legs…were strapped into stirrups. She was naked and her pussy was sore, had she been raped? If she had, maybe it was better that she had been unconscious at the time, but by the looks of things, she was in for a longer ordeal. She tried desperately to recall any memory that could give a clue to how she ended up here, but she could only remember filling out applications…then getting a job. Her mind was so confused and foggy.

 

A silhouette of a woman appeared in the bright doorway. Kim couldn’t make out whom was, but she started to recall her last memories before the blackout. Debra and Dr. Richards.  The woman walked closer. This was Debra, and she was smiling. “Good morning dear!” Debra crooned as she began to caress Kim’s forehead. “You’ve been asleep for a long time, and I could hardly wait for you to wake up…” Debra pinched Kim’s nipple hard and caused her to yelp in pain. “What the fuck are you doing?” Kim angrily spat. “You better let me go NOW!”

 

Debra laughed and pinched harder, forcing another louder protest. “Let you go? I will do no such thing.” Debra’s hands moved softly away from the sensitive nipple and down the length of Kim’s bound form. Kim took in a sharp breath as if Debra’s hands were cold, which they weren’t…Kim was just panicked by the violation of this woman’s hands on her body. “Besides, Evelyn would be so mad if I let you go.” Debra’s hands slipped down to Kim’s forcibly exposed pussy, causing Kim to reflexively try to move away, but her bonds wouldn’t allow that dignity. “Evelyn has some real ground-breaking experiments planned and I think the least you could do is try to help out.  After all, you did sign up to be a test subject.”

 

Debra’s probing fingers located Kim’s clitoris, and she played gently with it between her thumb and forefinger before giving it as hard a pinch as she did Kim’s nipple. Kim screamed in pain and bucked as Debra pinched harder. “Sensitive isn’t it? It’s amazing how much a simple pinch can hurt!” Debra continued to pinch, increasing the pressure until she was pinching Kim’s clit as hard as she could.  Kim’s protestations melted into one long scream, her eyes wide with astonishment, as Debra bent down and lowered her mouth to Kim’s breast, biting hard on her sore nipple to bring Kim to a crescendo of pain.  Kim’s scream raised to another level as she felt pain she had never imagined. “STOP! Please!” Kim finally managed, tears running down her cheeks, once she managed to catch her breath.

 

Debra had squeezed all blood out of Kim’s clitoris, and had bitten into her nipple so hard she almost bit it off. Once she released Kim’s clitoris from her vice-like grip, the blood started to flow back in, causing a fresh new series of painful sensations. Raising her head up to see if her nipple was still there, Kim spotted a trickle of blood running down her breast. Like spectators at a racetrack, both women watched the tiny stream of blood as it ran into the valley between her breasts and diverted itself up in the direction of Kim’s neck.  Debra prevented the finish however, as she swooped down with her tongue and lapped up the drop, giggling. This woman was obviously getting a kick from her torments and Kim decided she better try reasoning with her. “Please, I swear I won’t tell anyone! I have no money…I’m really not worth anything to you.”

 

“Not worth anything???” Debra laughed as she walked around and stood before Kim’s spread legs. She then reached over and grabbed a tube of KY jelly and squirted a large amount on her hand. “Don’t sell yourself short!  Why, you’re worth a lot to me, hon. I know Evelyn thinks you are more than valuable… she considers you precious!” Debra was now coating Kim’s vagina with a liberal amount of jelly. “Please Debra…” Kim’s pleading trailed off as Debra began to insert first two, then three, fingers into Kim, causing her to gasp loudly. “Have you ever been fisted Kim?” Debra asked as she forcibly stretched Kim wider and wider, adding the forth finger, then pushing hard with her hand causing a new wave of screams from Kim.  Kim, of course, had not been fisted, and had not even been overly sexually active, so this brutal intrusion by this sadistic bitch was another type of pain that Kim had never even thought to be ready for.  How much pain could a person cause?

 

Debra’s other hand moved away from Kim’s pelvis and started touching Debra’s own wet pussy. She wouldn’t need any lubricant there, as Debra was providing so much juice that it began to run down her thigh. As Debra stretched Kim and pushed more of her hand in against the resistance, Kim started to descend into her pain, and her screams turned to moans of agony. “Oh my, you are a tight little girl!” Debra mocked as her finger played more gently with her own bud. Kim’s sobbing moans intensified and added to Debra’s intensity as she worked harder with both hands; gentle but rhythmically with one…firm and forceful with the other. As Debra worked herself into a furor someone entered the room startling both women. It was Evelyn.

 

“Ah! Caught you with your hand in the cookie jar!” Evelyn sternly mocked. Debra laughed and began to resume her activities “Sorry Mommy!” If Kim was looking for any help from Evelyn, those hopes were dashed as Evelyn began to strip. “Please…” Kim softly pleaded as she looked at Evelyn for any kind of mercy. Evelyn very precisely folded her clothes when she undressed as they were very expensive; they were nothing to leave lying around on the floor of her lab.

 

Evelyn’s body, while not as full as Kim or Debra’s, was nonetheless fantastic; thinner and more statuesque, it could easily be classified as the archetypical model’s shape. Small but pert breasts, and a full yet slim ass, moving down to very long legs, provided Evelyn a graceful dignity that only complimented her mind. She was a force to be reckoned with.

 

Evelyn walked over and stood by Kim’s head. Kim turned away as Evelyn stood with her pussy right by her, the smell of Evelyn’s arousal unmistakable. “Hi Kim. Maybe it’s time you got to know me better.” Evelyn lowered the head of the exam table until she was able to comfortably straddle Kim’s face. Kim tried desperately to shake her head loose from Evelyn’s grip, but it was impossible. Her muffled cries disappeared deep into Evelyn’s pussy as Evelyn turned to Debra, “The lady doth protest too much, methinks!” The pain in Kim’s pussy was now accompanied by the humiliation of having Evelyn’s wet cunt smashed in her face, and Kim thought for a moment she might pass out as she fought to breathe.

 

Debra’s sensations were heightened as she watched Evelyn’s ass as Evelyn ground her pelvis into the sobbing girl’s face. Evelyn turned her head around and smiled knowingly at Debra as the two women continued their assault, both working themselves into higher and higher states of arousal. Finally Debra reached the point where she could no longer hold off and pushed as hard as she could with her hand deep inside Kim. This caused frantic, muffled cries from beneath Evelyn’s pussy, and in turn caused Evelyn to bear down as hard as she could. Kim was on the verge of passing out from both pain and lack of oxygen, as she heard the moans of passion outside of her own cries of agony. The sick, twisted women began to cum at the same time as the darkness began to engulf Kim, but the orgasm mercifully caused Evelyn to involuntarily bob up and down on Kim’s face, allowing the needed air to rush back in to her burning lungs.

 

Finally Kim was free of the double violation as Debra and Evelyn collapsed into each others arms in a passionate kiss. They weren’t done yet, but Kim’s role had been temporarily fulfilled, and she could only wait until the two were ready to do whatever they had planned next for her. The sounds of the sobs from Kim whipped the two women into a passionate frenzy, as they licked and sucked their way to several orgasms. Through her tears Kim took an ominous inventory of the items in the room…strange medical instruments, beakers filled with chemicals, whips and shackles. It was a bizarre mixture of a laboratory and a dungeon, and from the moans of passion coming from the floor next to her…it was a strange new world indeed. 

Warning: This story contains descriptions of torture. If you are a minor or are easily offended by this type of content, then please do not read.

Zombie Sex Slave: Part 4 – The Alice in Wonderland Effect

 

She cried softly to herself. Kim had been raped, but did it make it worse that she was raped by women? She didn’t know, other than that she was violated and in pain. She still had Evelyn’s wetness all over her face and could still smell her. Kim’s pussy was ripped and sore, perhaps this is what it felt like after having a baby? The two women had eventually taken their activities upstairs and left Kim to wallow in her thoughts.

 

She was mad at herself for getting into this predicament, but when Kim stepped though her “misdeeds”, she couldn’t pinpoint any glaring mistakes or her ignoring of flashing warning signs. She had simply done what had seemed logical and happened to be at the wrong place at the wrong time. However, this realization offered no real comfort. She still was bound to a table, raped, and by the sounds of it - in for some kind of experiment at the hands of some twisted lesbians.

 

The fear of what was to come was heavy. Kim was afraid of doctors, and she had apparently had good reason. She was at the mercy of a sadist, a guinea pig or lab rat to be used in an…

 

experiment.

 

The word itself was ominous. Unknown, unstable, untested…undead. Why did she come up with that? It was something she thought she heard Evelyn say while Kim’s head was pressed between Evelyn’s thighs …“my little zombie”. Why was that important? Her mind was racing, maybe she was just freaking out.

 

It was terrible to be bound, Kim discovered. Time crawled. Annoying itches popped up that couldn’t be scratched, pains that needed rubbing and most of all, wiping off Evelyn’s fucking cum from her face!  But all Kim could do was lay and wait, yelling obscenities that only succeeded in disturbing the otherwise silent walls.

 

The two women giggled as they listened to the variations of obscenities Kim came up with. The yelling was barely audible, however, as they were upstairs gathering video cameras and tripods to document the experiments. “Grab my digital camera Debra. I want to take some close up photos of the dilation of her pupils. We should also bring down the cattle prod just in case.”  Debra smiled, she had only used the prod once on a girl and delighted at the howls she received in response. But Evelyn had always insisted that it not be used on unwilling girls, but now the rules were a little different.

 

As the two women entered the lab, Kim’s angry yelling ceased and became quiet pleadings. “That’s better.” Debra said in response to the more gentle tones emanating from the girl. Yet the calmer pleadings were just as ignored as the previous yelling was. Debra began to set up tripods in various places around the room, as Evelyn busied herself at the medical table. Kim observed that Evelyn had a lab coat on, but flashes of the coat opening showed she was naked underneath. For some reason this was especially disturbing to Kim. Evelyn reached for a bottle of powder with a label marked “Hyoscine hydrobromide (Scopolamine)”.

 

Evelyn had become interested in the so-called zombie drugs after she had watched a silly movie as a teenager by Wes Craven titled “The Serpent and the Rainbow”. This film was loosely based on the book, a flawed study of the zombie rituals and medicines of Haiti, authored by Wade Davis. While much of the work was suspect, one primary truth that rose to the public consciousness was the effects of the drug Scopolamine.

 

The Mother of all Date Rape Drugs, Scopolamine was a fundamental part of the zombie legend. It rendered the victim absolutely receptive and vulnerable to complete control. From the instant the drug was given, anterograde amnesia occurred. Unlike other date rape drugs, the memories could not be retrieved, even under hypnosis.

 

A version of the drug called Burundanga was currently being used by criminals in Columbia, given to victims that are then instructed to do the bidding of the provider. One ingenious example was of three young Bogota women who smeared the drug on their breasts, and lured men to lick them. The women then held the men hostage for days as they drained their bank accounts.

 

Evelyn had studied Scopolamine, but wanted to find a longer lasting substitute as her tests with the drug showed that the effects only lasted twenty-four to forty-eight hours. Plus, the subjects she had experimented on were necessarily willing…she wanted to see the effects on someone who would never consent to her wishes. Several different variations would be tested on Kim, starting with a straight dose of seven milligrams of pure pharmaceutical Scopolamine.

 

The hallucinations that accompanied such a large dose of the drug also had the effect of making the victim believe whatever they were told. Unlike hallucinations on other drugs like LSD or pot, these visions are absolutely believable to the prey…the victim knows these visions are real. Debra and Kim had played a bit with this on some of the other subjects, but with Kim they were determined to push it as far as they could.

 

 While Evelyn wouldn’t smear the drug on her breasts, a wickedly symbolic way of administering it had been agreed upon by her and Debra. Short of injection, dissolving the powder in liquid was the surest and fastest way of getting the body to absorb the complete dose. And, of course, being the sadists the two women were, no normally acceptable liquid would do.

 

The two women took turns squatting over a bucket and empting their bladders. While Kim couldn’t see what the women were up to, she could make out from the sounds that they were urinating. First Debra as Kim heard her say “I don’t have much, I just went.” A small but loud stream hit the inside of the bucket and was amplified by the empty metal shape. As Evelyn took her turn it sounded as if a water faucet had been turned on and would never quit. “That’s not fair!” Debra protested. “You have about five times more in there than I do!”

 

“You need to have more control.” Evelyn shot back. The urine mix was then poured into a glass where a cup full of the warm yellow liquid was measured out. “Don’t dump the rest out Evelyn” Debra spoke as she handed the bottle of powder to her companion. “Let’s make her drink it once she’s under. We’ll tell her it’s Champagne!”

 

Kim, feeling dread wash over her like a wave, was hoping against hope that she heard this wrong, but she knew in her heart she didn’t. The thought alone made her gag. What kind of nightmare was she in? Could this all be some sick joke? The pain in her pussy told her otherwise. What did Debra mean by “once she’s under”? Were they going to put her under to operate on her? While she desperately wanted the answers to these questions, Kim was afraid to ask. Maybe the ignorance, while not being bliss, was better than the knowledge.

 

Evelyn did not want Kim to hear a suggestion in any way as to what was going to happen. This could skew the results, and while making the victim believe they were going to become a zombie was part of the process in Haiti, Evelyn wanted the results of the pure drug with no pre-suggestion. She may have blurted something out while she was cumming on Kim’s face, but she was certain Kim couldn’t possibly know.

 

“I’m ready when you are Debra.” Evelyn spoke as she walked up to Kim stirring the terrible mixture. Debra soon joined her companion standing over Kim. She had a large funnel in her hand, and attempted to force it into Kim’s mouth… but Kim held her teeth clenched tightly shut. A simple hard pinch to Kim’s nose loosened her jaw and allowed Debra enough room to cram the funnel in. Duct tape was then wrapped around the funnel and Kim’s mouth ensuring a tight seal with nowhere for liquid to escape. Kim struggled strenuously, but to no avail. “Let’s record the time Debra.” Evelyn spoke as she steadied Kim’s shaking head. Debra quickly jotted down the time then resumed her tight grip on Kim.

 

Kim was screaming as much as she could through the funnel now, which ended up sounding comical to the two evil women. “Now Kim, you better settle down and get a grip. If you start choking or gagging you might end up clogging your airway. If you don’t drink this we’ll put something much worse in your mouth, it’s up to you.” Evelyn began to pour the drug laced piss into the funnel. “Down the hatch!” Debra giggled.

 

The pungent salty liquid began to fill in the back of Kim’s throat, and Debra pinched Kim’s nose so that the only way to breathe was to open her throat and let it down. Kim held off as long as she could but was finally betrayed by her aching lungs. With her nose pinched, Kim wasn’t really able to taste the urine as fully as she normally would, and she was fighting more with the concept than the reality of the taste. Evelyn kept pouring a steady stream of the liquid in until the glass was empty. She shook in the last drops more as a final insult than an effort to ensure that all was consumed. “There! That wasn’t so bad was it?” Evelyn said in a singsong voice as if she was talking to a child.

 

Kim’s coughs were so forceful that they almost blew the funnel and tape away from her mouth before Debra had a chance to remove them. “What did you give me?” Kim screamed at the women. “None of your business!” Debra shot back. “You signed up to be a test subject and we are testing on you! Besides, it would ruin all the fun!”

 

It was hard for Kim to keep from vomiting, but she thought things would be made worse if she did. The two women had temporarily moved away from her and were discussing something in hushed tones. After several minutes they returned and Debra jotted down some notes as Evelyn described some of her observations of Kim’s outward condition.

 

Unpleasant effects were now creeping up on Kim, and Evelyn was carefully observing the discomfort. “Blind as a bat, mad as a hatter, red as a beet, hot as a hare, dry as a bone, the bowel and bladder lose their tone, and the heart runs alone, right Alice?” Evelyn whispered into Kim’s ear and gave it a little lick. This was a mnemonic describing the effects of Scopolamine poisoning and even had a name: “The Alice in Wonderland effect”. 

 

The two Cheshire Cats were smiling down at Kim/Alice, one now with a camera taking pictures of her dilated eyes. Tumbling down the dark rabbit hole, she fell and fell, the cats chasing after her while snapping pictures and laughing. It was hard to breathe; it seemed the air was thick and sticky, like trying to breathe in syrup. Was there any oxygen down here? Panic set in. She would do anything to get back up to the surface…anything.

 

She would do anything.