Zombie Grind

by C.G. Banks

today but we don’t have to get into it right this minute. I want you to sit there a moment and think about what I’ve told you. It really shouldn’t come as a complete surprise, considering the things you’ve seen going on here. You do know by now that we draw straws for the Burnings, don’t you? We volunteer. You see we are deadly serious. Zero is the number we aspire to, but there are still experiments in the works that we’d like answers to. And you my friend,” she said, standing up and letting the robe fall to the floor, “have a ring-side seat for one of them.”

  She was naked as the day she was born. Hell she’d even mowed the garden.

  I looked at her and grunted and she laughed and bent down to pick up the robe. She turned her ass my way as she did it and I saw everything except the great and powerful Oz. She even reached back and spread her cheeks so that I could see her little button butt hole and that gave me a jolt to say the least. I’m telling you, this bitch had no shame. Then she walked over to the clothes rack and hung the robe up. Walked over to the front a the desk and leaned against it so that she was facing me. Spread her legs so I could get a good look at her pussy.

  For the first time in a long time I felt my dick getting hard.

  She musta noticed too because she looked down and kinda giggled a little like a schoolgirl. “It looks like you’re up for it,” she said and moved around behind the desk. She slid another drawer open and pulled out a weird-looking mask, like something perverts get off on with buckles and zippers set in black leather. Then she came over to where I was sitting. Got down on her knees in front a me and reached for my zipper. She pulled it down and unsnapped the button of my pants. Then with both hands she tugged em right off until they were balled up on the floor at my feet.

  I looked down at myself and I wasn’t none too proud. My root had definitely seen better days. It was kinda a cast-off green, more black towards the head and it had this odd crook to the right that I hadn’t never noticed before. And take my word for it, a man knows his cock, dead or not. But I did have to give it an A for effort. It had trembled up to its full height and now swayed a little bit like it had gotten drunk somewhere and was looking for a place to crash.

  Lady Lab Coat looked down at it too, with her hands on her naked hips and her nipples at about my eye level. “Well,” she said and her smile turned smarmy again. “I guess we have to make do with what we’ve got.” I didn’t even give her the benefit of a grunt this time. It didn’t seem to matter to her one bit. She bent down and picked up the mask she’d laid on the floor while she was shucking my pants off and walked around behind me. “Got to make sure we use protection,” she said and slipped that leather motherfucker over my head. It came around underneath my chin and tight to my neck. She began cinching it even tighter. It had two eyeholes and a place for my nose but the mouth was zippered shut. Even with my arms strapped to the chair she knew the most dangerous part a me was my choppers. And she’d just taken them outta service. I looked at her as she walked back in front a me again. “I think we’re just about set,” she said and made one more pass by the desk. She grabbed a bottle of lotion I hadn’t noticed earlier and spit a little of it out onto her hand. Then she began to rub it into her pussy real good. “I hope you don’t mind,” she said, “but the atmosphere here is a bit…clinical.” She put the bottle back on the desk. “Okay,” she said, rubbing her hands together. “The show must go on.”

  She walked over and grabbed my cock, pumped it up and down a coupla times until it was as hard as it was gonna get. Then she turned around and backed her ass up to my chest still working me with the lotion down below. “I believe that’s about got it, “ she said and then she eased herself down on my dick, facing away from me, and for that I didn’t fault her. I wasn’t much to look at, goddamn mask or not.

  She started working me like she knew how, up and down, side to side. I was watching her back the whole time, thinking about how great it would be to sink my teeth into her shoulder blade right where her neck came down but of course the mask prevented all that. I couldn’t do nothing but watch and after not too long I began to feel something building down there and before I could give it much thought I started coming long and hard into her. Talk about bells and whistles. I’d almost forgot about this part a life and it hit me like a sledgehammer into a watermelon. It was about all I could do not to flip over backward in the chair. But she pressed down for all she was worth and anchored me right there.

  Then it was done.

  She slid off and stood up. Didn’t even look at me as she walked over to the clothes rack for the robe. Something thick and black was dribbling out from between her legs and it wasn’t nothing to be proud of neither. I just looked at the light hanging from the ceiling and tried to think about flowers or something.

  When she got the robe on she turned around. “Thank you for your cooperation,” she said. And then she walked out, closing the door behind her. Sometime later the two male lab coats came back in and got my pants up. They loosed the straps on my arms and left the room quick enough to show me they weren’t in the mood for getting sociable. And right then that was fine by me. I finally got that goddamn mask off and left it lying on the middle of the desk. Then I went out to the hallway and later made it back to my cot where I sat behind the locked door and thought about animals in cages.

  I only saw Lady Lab Coat two more times.

  The first time I don’t know how long it was after my little reintroduction to sex, but I do know the second time was the very next day after. The first time I was strapped back in the chair, had got my shots, and they’d taken my blood. If that’s what it still was; it sure as shit didn’t look like it. So there I sat staring at the bulb again that hung from the ceiling and the door came open and she walked in. No robe this time. She was back in the lab coat and she was all business. Even had a tablet in her hands she marked on every once and again.

  “I’m here to let you know that it didn’t take and for that we can be glad. We don’t want to leave any stone unturned here at the End. We will not sacrifice our Plan here at Zero Hour. I almost wish we had more time to study you but in the end what does it matter?” She huffed and her mouth tightened into a line underneath her nose. “Anyway, we can rest happy now knowing our Plan will be fulfilled. In fact I’ll look for you out at the Plaza tomorrow. I hope your stay here with us has been,” and here she paused as if searching for the right word. “Pleasurable.” Then she laughed her sorry little laugh again and I was sent back to my room where I sat on the cot and stared at the door for the rest of the night.

  The next morning (and now we’re back to where this whole thing started) I heard the knock on the door and got up off the cot. Walked over to the clothes rack and had my hand out when I stopped. Got an idea in the cloudy mess a my brain and looked over at the other rack with the Sunday clothes hung on it. Decided that’s what I’ll wear today. I didn’t care; I was completely tired of the bullshit. If it came down to getting ripped apart by Red Eyes, I figured well then, that would be that. I put everything on except the tie because I knew there was no way I was gonna get that somebitch right. Not missing the fingers and all.

  Then I walked over to the door and moved out into the hallway. I was the only Red Eye dressed the way I was but they didn’t seem to mind. I did catch a few weird looks from the lab coats but their heart didn’t seem in it either. I just filed up with the rest of em and we made our way down to the courtyard. Stood around for a while listening to the bullhorns and then we headed down to the Plaza.

  The street was oddly empty and even though I had the machete the lab coats had handed before we left I dropped it after only a few steps. As I said, I was tired of all the bullshit. I was wore out and done. I walked slowly behind the one in front a me. There seemed to be a little hacking going on toward the front of the line but nothing down as far as where I was.

  We filed into the Plaza just like every other time but it was easy to see there was something different in the air today. I noticed right off that the number a L
iv-ers on the balconies and at the windows was fewer than usual. I didn’t know why and didn’t care. I just wanted to get this shit over and head back to the room. I even had an idea that I just might be able to break through the window up there if I got my will up, and the thought of taking that last long dive didn’t seem so out of the question.

  But then the music started, something real loud and nothing I ever heard before. The crowd got quiet and when the song was done Scar grabbed the microphone and started talking. It was all about the Nihilist World Order and the Great Work that had gone so long undone. Other shit that sounded made up. But we shouldn’t fear, old Scar assured us, because today was the Day Of Days. I tried to tune the motherfucker out but I got to tell you it wasn’t easy with the volume turned up so loud.

  Matter a fact what I was doing was watching the cage. It was a bigger one this morning and strangely enough it was completely empty. The door was hanging open and Scar pointed over toward it a few times while he was carrying on. When he was finished he set the mic down on the pavement in front of him and walked over to it. Went inside and stood against the back