Raped by zombie monster

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Jill is an active member of the Stars team, sent to investigate the origins of the incident. However, due to various circumstances, or rather, misfortune, she is now forced to face the city alone. A soldier with excellent professional ethics, her long-term training and stubborn personality prevent her from backing down until she finds the answer. Moreover, her comrades, stained with blood, do not allow her to retreat. Her abilities in infiltration, reconnaissance, and survival in dire situations far surpass those of ordinary people. Yet, even she seems helpless in the face of these strange circumstances. Just now, while collecting the source virus, she was ambushed by three mutated dogs in a narrow passage. Had it not been for her excellent physical fitness and the stroke of luck, the consequences would have been unimaginable. Cold sweat poured from her forehead, her chest heaving, as if she needed to inhale more air to calm her panic and fear. Leaning against the dimly lit but temporarily safe room, Jill tried her best to relax her tense mind and body. Everyone has moments of fear, but a few are better at controlling themselves, and Jill clearly understood this well. After a brief rest, the solitary figure once again groped her way into the dark alley.

To find the pathogen, she needed to find the source of the virus's processing, which must be located somewhere unknown in this city. Perhaps it was just an ordinary, unremarkable street corner that was the gateway to hell.

Jill cautiously took small steps, crouching low, until she reached behind a wall. Years of training made her feel uneasy immediately. There seemed to be something at the street corner ahead; she carefully peered through the wall. Suddenly, a loud bang rang in her ears—the sound of a shotgun. The lethality of such weapons at close range was undeniable. Suddenly, a figure, stained with red, was thrown out—yes, thrown out, arcing as it crashed into a pile of bamboo baskets by the roadside. If it hadn't been for some cushioning, it would have been fatal. The person lying on the ground was a man; he struggled to get up, and another figure approaching step by step startled Jill, who was hiding in the shadows. Good heavens… what was that thing? Its deathly pale skin was tinged with blue and red muscle fibers and veins, a grotesque mix of flesh. Its powerful limbs lay prone on the ground, its sharp claws seemingly capable of tearing a person in two in an instant. On its lizard-like head were three pebble-like protrusions—three eyes that were nauseating and chilling. Jill's mind went blank. How could the Creator have created such a terrifying creature?

On the monster's right shoulder was an explosive wound, white and red liquid churning and dripping, with strands of blue hair emerging—undoubtedly the marks left by a shotgun. The monster was clearly enraged. It furiously locked its three white eyes onto the man, its Adam's apple bobbing as it let out a hellish roar. Simultaneously, its body began to contract like a bow, poised to deliver a fatal blow. Blood stained the man's chest and shirt, his features contorted in pain. Ignoring his injuries, he struggled to turn his gun; he needed to aim. At this moment, the shotgun in his right hand was his last hope and struggle… The monster's massive and swift body shot out like an arrow. It wanted to tear the man's body apart, using its long, sharp claws to pluck out the sweet blood and flesh. In an instant, a .47mm bullet from his right side whistled through the air, and Jill struck the monster's head with perfect precision. At the same time, the man's shotgun went off.

The monster's robust body instantly collapsed, its limbs twitching in protest, as if expressing its dissatisfaction at being ambushed.

Ah, thankfully, the attack was timely. Jill quickly went to the man's side, but seeing the bowl-sized hole in his chest, his brows furrowed involuntarily. Perhaps it was still too late. A sense of powerlessness welled up in Jill's heart. Everything he saw and heard in this city was about the insignificance and fragility of life, and there was so little he could do.

The man stammered, trying to say something to Jill, but after struggling twice, he pointed his right hand to a rolling door not far ahead. Jill looked up and saw a worn yet clean back door to the warehouse of a small supermarket, blending silently into the surrounding silence. The man's left hand trembled as he pulled something from his pocket, his eyes filled with hope. Jill quickly stepped forward and took his hand; it was a key. Looking at the man again, his eyes began to glaze over, the colors of the world gradually fading into a calm darkness.

Sometimes life is like this, a desperate struggle, using blood and hope to find another door. Jill picked up the shotgun the man had left behind and approached the worn door… At first glance, it looked no different from any other supermarket warehouse, except the goods seemed quite old, so much so that there was a faint smell of decay in the air. A cool, damp breeze brushed past Jill's face, and she immediately realized that the airflow was coming from somewhere in the basement. She had a feeling, perhaps a professional instinct, that she should find the source of this airflow; perhaps something was hidden there, perhaps it was indeed connected to the question in her heart. Without hesitation, she stepped inside.

The dimly lit corridor, the gloomy walls, the descending steps growing increasingly damp—only her own footsteps echoed in the silence.

Turning a corner, a wide-open space opened up before her. From a distance, she could see many large glass containers, seemingly containing something. From this vantage point, Jill couldn't see clearly. Mechanical arms hung from above, connecting container to container. Apart from a few lights, there was no other light source; the machines had no power supply, the indicator lights were dim. This workshop had probably been abandoned for a long time, Jill thought.

She continued deeper. The suspended mechanical arms and dark green containers surrounded her like cold, oppressive statues, the entire space oppressive, chilling her to the bone. What's in these ghostly bottles? Jill thought bitterly. The enormous containers were just big enough to hold a person. Hold a person? The chill in Jill's heart was amplified by her own thought. She stood on tiptoe, stretching her arms to wipe away the grime from the containers. Gradually, a white light shone from the surface of the containers; the dark green solution inside reflected Jill's pretty, resolute face through the walls. Upon closer inspection, Jill noticed three white dots inside the container, like natural pebbles gleaming with an enigmatic luster. For a fleeting moment, the three white dots seemed to converge, staring intently at Jill's face. Were they alive? Jill took a step back in fear. No, the white dots didn't move; it was an illusion. But why did the unease in her heart grow stronger? At the same time, a dark shadow suddenly swept across the surface of the container. Jill keenly caught the fleeting moment and instinctively rolled to the side. With a whoosh, the powerful impact sliced the container in half, splashing the solution inside all over Jill. At that moment, she didn't care what was inside. Jill instinctively performed a series of rapid rolls, simultaneously grabbing the shotgun slung over her back and firing a shot at the large figure behind her. A low, whirring sound came from behind. The pain slowed the shadow's movement, giving Jill a moment to catch her breath. She nimbly rose to her feet and ran without looking back down the corridor.

...

Shouldn't this be the same kind of monster that attacked the man? Why is this place full of these disgusting things? Are all those containers filled with this stuff? What should she do next? What other secrets does the underground container warehouse hold? But she can't go there easily. And this damn solution—she only just realized how slippery, cold liquid clung to her skin, exuding a fragrance and a damp heat. Damn it! Jill's mind was in turmoil. She needed a temporarily safe place to calm down and clear her thoughts.

Near the exit, Jill climbed up the shelf into a ventilation shaft. The high vantage point offered a wide view and made her less likely to be noticed, providing Jill with short-term safety. Perhaps it was the intense running or the sweltering heat, but Jill felt a burning sensation all over her body inside the ventilation shaft. This heat traveled up her neck through the sweat glands and spread throughout her body. Her already full and firm breasts became even more prominent, the white flesh stretching her blue corset into two coconut-like curves that trembled with her breath. Her two nipples proudly protruded, like two plump beans, making them seem endearing. Jill curled up, her left hand involuntarily pressing against her lower body as the burning sensation intensified, accompanied by a tingling numbness that instinctively stirred a sense of anticipation and restlessness within her. Her round, plump buttocks swayed with the movement of her body, revealing their curves, and her long, firm legs intertwined, as if releasing the desires within her body in an instant. "

What's wrong with me? How could I do such a thing in a place like this?" A sliver of clarity remained in Jill's mind. "Was it that liquid? Damn it... I have to get out of here immediately." Her excellent military skills and physical potential restored some of her rationality, and she continued crawling forward along the ventilation shaft. Soon, Jill seemed to have forgotten the restlessness and heat of her earlier state. However, Jill was unaware that certain changes occurring in her body were beginning to exceed her expectations.

Yes, at that moment, Jill's body began to emit a faint fragrance, which grew stronger with the restlessness in her body. However, Jill herself, the source of the fragrance, was completely unaware of it. This fragrance was like a strong suggestion and guide; something in the darkness began to gradually flow towards her.

A bright light appeared not far ahead; to Jill, whose eyes had already adjusted to the dimness, it was a clear signal of an exit. A surge of joy welled up within her, and Jill quickened her crawling pace. And somehow, she felt her strength becoming inexhaustible.

Ah, light! The soft light of the setting sun warmly bathed Jill's cheeks, and peace and joy filled her lips. She immediately opened the ventilation shaft, propped herself up, and leaned halfway out, trying to crawl out. But fear struck at that moment; a force tightly gripped Jill's legs, pulling her in little by little. A chill instantly spread through Jill's body; instinctively, she braced her hands against the ventilation shaft, struggling to free herself from this force. This was a rather awkward moment. Jill couldn't make any effective counterattacks. Fortunately, her opponent's strength seemed to be on par with Jill's at this moment, keeping half of Jill's body exposed.

What was that thing? Jill couldn't see it, but from the information transmitted by touch, it seemed more like some kind of slime. She kicked her legs with all her might but couldn't hit anything solid, feeling as if her lower body was swimming in glue. Yes, swimming in glue... The slime seemed quite dissatisfied with its current achievements, gradually climbing up Jill's thighs from her calves. Jill felt the situation becoming more serious and struggled to twist her waist, trying to break the current passive situation. Suddenly, a tingling, burning pleasure shot from her lower body straight to her head, stimulating Jill's brain nerves like a high-voltage current. It was the slime extending from its body cavity, some kind of suction cup-like tentacles, which actually accurately and firmly adhered to Jill's genitals. Oh God, what is it doing? Jill almost lost her composure. She gritted her teeth and endured it, her pretty face turning red. Her two prominent breasts rose and fell with her heavy breathing. From the outside, a beautiful woman with disheveled hair was half-lying on the vent, helplessly writhing her upper body. Her expression was strange yet satisfied, a mixture of pain and excitement that was hard to discern.

Jill felt as if her genitals were being pressed down and torn back and forth by a flat-topped, rounded comb. With each movement of the thing through her pants, her labia majora and minora and clitoris would roll up and down. Even worse, the thing was now sucking on her panties and pulling them down relentlessly. In an instant, the fabric's expansion could no longer withstand the pull of the tentacles, and a large hole was torn in it. "Oh God, no!" Jill cried out in panic. Upon touching Jill's real skin, the tentacles' movements became noticeably more urgent. A smooth yet firm appendage suddenly extended from the mouthparts of the suction cups and entered Jill's body without hesitation. No… a cry of agony rose from the depths of Jill's heart. She never imagined that one day she would be violated by an unknown monster whose appearance she didn't even know.

The piercing pain in her heart instantly weakened Jill's resistance, and her body was immediately sucked in by the sticky force. Just as she was utterly despondent, thinking her entire being was about to be devoured, an even stronger force suddenly yanked at her shirt and arms, pulling her upper body out. Jill was momentarily bewildered and instinctively raised her face to see who had pulled her out of danger. Instead, she was met with a pungent stench, followed by a decaying, rotten face. One empty, lifeless black eye socket, the other ugly white eyeball, was greedily staring at her.

God, if there is a hell, Jill believed she was on the nineteenth level.

The zombie's powerful tug tore open Jill's shirt, revealing her full, white breasts. The white, firm peaks swayed back and forth with the momentum, rippling with waves of milk. The already erect nipples, bathed in the setting sun, resembled pink cherries, exuding an alluring fragrance. The zombie could no longer resist. It opened its festering maw and swallowed the cherry and her tender white flesh whole in one gulp. The sweet, milky scent, mixed with Jill's unique fragrance, immediately took over the zombie's remaining nervous system. It thoroughly enjoyed the sweetness and tenderness, greedily devouring her breasts. Both hands simultaneously wrapped around Jill's back, clawing and groping as if trying to tear her apart.

The other slimy tentacle continued its relentless work, the prosthetic limb pressing against Jill's labia, grinding and sucking back and forth. The appendages on the suction nozzle, though not thick or long, moved in and out rapidly, churning her vagina like a vast, swampy ocean. Now, Jill's body was under attack from both inside and out, overwhelmed. In an instant, that familiar burning sensation filled every inch of her body, a tingling pleasure leaping and embracing her. Her beautiful body twitched slightly, revealing a faint blush. "Ah, someone save me!" Jill groaned weakly, glistening sweat pouring out. This fragrant sweat was the best aphrodisiac, further arousing the monster's senses. Jill's resistance had long since crumbled, allowing the two ugly monsters to ravage her body. The sounds of slapping below and sucking on her chest rose and fell.

Soon, Jill's clothes were almost torn to shreds by the zombies, and her fair skin was covered with several blue and red scratches. The zombie knew nothing of tenderness.

It relentlessly sucked and clawed at Jill's tender breasts, the surging softness and sweetness driving it mad. Its hands groped wildly across this beautiful body, its erect penis thrusting and pounding like a warrior against Jill's upper body. Its lower body desperately wanted to find a breakthrough but could never find one. The zombie's growing desire made it restless; it suddenly grabbed Jill and pulled her away. Jill's groans instantly turned into painful screams as the force from both sides caused her to feel as if her spine was about to break. The zombie's strength was so fierce that it pulled Jill out along with the strange slime. Jill's lower body was covered in a blue liquid, and several tentacles covered in suckers swayed on her hill-like body, looking grotesque and terrifying. Interestingly, the suckers exposed to the sunlight began to emit bluish smoke. This intense burning sensation caused it to put Jill down and quickly retract its protruding half of its body back into the ventilation duct, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

The zombie seemed to be in a particularly good mood. It grinned greedily; nothing excited it more than possessing this beautiful flesh before it. It roughly flipped Jill over, making her buttocks face it. Her plump, round buttocks immediately outlined a perfect peach shape. Jill's strong, slender legs were helplessly exposed, her crotch completely bare, her most private parts utterly exposed. The blatant temptation overwhelmed the zombie. Its hands gripped two firm, elastic buttocks, aiming a powerful blow at the lush, verdant paradise. "Ah, no!" Jill cried out, instinctively twisting her full hips, trying to escape the zombie's clutches. The warm, elastic flesh of her buttocks aroused the zombie even more pleasure with each twist and rub. It wrapped its arms around Jill's waist, allowing her to struggle without completely breaking free, fully enjoying the fragrant embrace. Jill's vagina was narrow and tight; although it was already overflowing with fluids inside the ventilation duct, the zombie's penetration was limited to halfway. The pleasurable sensation emanating from the moist, tender vaginal walls made the zombie roar. It pressed hard against Jill's waist, thrusting again, this time its penis plunging deep into her uterus. Jill's last line of defense collapsed. The intense pleasure and pain caused her to arch her back to its maximum, helplessly tossing her long hair as if cooperating with the zombie's rape. With each thrust of the monster, Jill couldn't help but let out a cry of agony. "Oh no! Come out already! It's too big!" Jill felt like her lower body was being torn apart. At that moment, her whole body was limp and powerless; besides painful groans, she had no ability to resist. She didn't know how much time had passed before Jill's vagina began to adapt to this relentless assault. Pleasure gradually overshadowed the pain, and a tingling sensation once again took over her consciousness. She felt as if she were being lifted into the clouds, letting the powerful thrusts carry her up and down in a cloud of pleasure.

Even from behind, Jill's large, white breasts could be seen bobbing up and down with each thrust. The undulating waves of her breasts reminded the zombie of the smooth, bouncy touch from before—it felt amazing. It impatiently pressed Jill's back against the wall, freeing its hands to frantically grab and squeeze her large breasts. Even with only one eye, it could enjoy the surreal beauty of her breasts under the pressure. The tactile and visual impact, along with Jill's moans, gave it immense satisfaction. Its grip tightened, as if trying to squeeze water from her breasts; soon, Jill's full chest was covered in red marks. Lost in passion, Jill ignored the burning pain in her chest and instinctively thrust her hips, rubbing her limbs against the zombie's decaying body, clinging tightly to it as the zombie relentlessly attacked her from above and below. Their genitals, wet with white fluid, were tightly intertwined, the sounds of their impact growing more violent with each thrust. Jill felt herself going mad; the zombie before her no longer seemed like a monster, but rather her long-lost sweetheart.

As Jill's body responded, her vagina rhythmically trembled and contracted, intensifying the zombie's pleasure and stimulation. Its pincer-like hands gripped Jill's full buttocks tightly, while its lower body, like a pile driver, pinned her body firmly to the wall. The boundless pleasure emanating from its glans made it unable to suppress the urge to ejaculate, and continuous whimpering roars erupted from its throat. Finally, an extremely powerful ejaculation poured from the zombie's lower body, seemingly rupturing Jill's entire uterus. This ejaculation was so intense that Jill twisted her flushed body frantically, trying to escape the unbearable impact. The zombie wouldn't let go, pressing down on Jill relentlessly, its foul-smelling semen gushing into the deepest recesses of her body. At this moment, Jill arched her upper body backward to the maximum extent, her contorted pretty face swaying from side to side, her limbs beginning to convulse violently. Her consciousness seemed to have been ripped from her body; excessive excitement made her appear to faint. The zombie continued ejaculating. The intense contractions of Jill's uterine walls brought it unparalleled pleasure. The elastic, smooth body, the rich, fragrant scent, the beautiful, alluring face, the pained, resentful eyes—all of this made it unable to resist. Its only thought now was to completely possess this fragrant female body, to fill her completely with its semen, to shoot her to death. It wanted to shoot her alive… Unbeknownst to it, the setting sun had already hidden below the horizon, dark clouds making the already gloomy evening even more somber. A cold wind whipped up dust and sand, carrying a nauseating stench of decay and fish as it swirled over the city.

Jill shuddered; she woke up. The same dilapidated face still came into view, but the single eye on its left side was no longer menacing. The entire festering body was even more withered and cracked than before, with only the stench emanating from it becoming stronger. Jill disgustedly tried to push it away, only to realize that their lower bodies were still tightly connected. The humiliation and shame she had just suffered surged up all at once, and Jill kicked it angrily… The zombie's body instantly shattered like a broken puppet, the severed part crashing against the opposite wall with a thud, raising a cloud of dust. Jill was a little puzzled; due to shame and anger, she had used all her strength in that kick, but the effect was unexpectedly strong.

Only now did Jill begin to notice the changes in her own body. Her corset was already tattered, and her proud, white breasts rose and fell slowly with her steady breathing. The flush on her skin had faded, and her entire body still radiated a round, white beauty. Interestingly, the bloody scratches on her body had completely disappeared, leaving no trace of scars. If it weren't for the half-corpse and tattered clothes before her, it would have seemed as if the previous frenzied abuse had never happened.

What on earth was going on?

Why was the monster so desperate to mate with her? Why had her body's self-healing ability suddenly become stronger? Why had her strength increased? More importantly, her body had been in frequent contact with the corpse poison, yet so far, she hadn't shown any signs of zombification. Could it all be because of the liquid in that container…? Jill subconsciously looked at her shoulders and chest again; there wasn't a trace of the dark green liquid left. It had probably already seeped into her skin and become one with her body.

The situation before her left Jill somewhat helpless. She had to go back to the underground warehouse again, no matter how many hidden dangers it held, at least to find some answers to the questions. Of course, before going, she had to prepare thoroughly, at least by finding herself some clothes. With these thoughts in mind, Jill picked up the shotgun lying beside the ventilation duct and disappeared into the gradually darkening night.

[The End]

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