The Vorare Virus

by Selena Spry

  SELENA SPRY

  CARNAL CONQUEST IN THE ZOMBIE APOCALYPSE

  PART 1:

  THE VORARE VIRUS

  This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual person living or dead, businesses, or events is entirely coincidental.

  Text and image copyright © 2016 Selena Spry

  All rights reserved. This book, or parts thereof, may not be reproduced in any form without permission.

  Spry, Selena

  Carnal Conquest in the Zombie Apocalypse: The Vorare Virus / Selena Spry

  ISBN: 1-537-16412-0

  THE VORARE VIRUS

  Chapter 1

  The first bite didn’t hurt so much as it shocked and startled him a little. But Todd was willing to forgive and forget a nibble here and there, especially with a girl as hot as Cecilia.

  The second bite – and it was a bite this time – did hurt. It actually kind of pissed him off.

  “Goddamn!” he stiffened in surprise.

  He was all for a splash of kink in his steaming hot cup of sex, but not if it drew blood. And when it came to the old “lady pleaser”, he definitely was not into pain. That was off limits big time when it came to this sort of play. Sure, leave a few scratch marks on his back, rake his chest with some cock-sucker-red-painted nails, give a nip a nibble – that was all fine and dandy. Sometimes it even got him going. But back off the meat stick.

  “Sorry,” Cecilia mumbled, mouth full.

  “Yeah…okay,” Todd leaned his head back, enjoying the softness of her tongue as it rolled playfully over and around him, eager to please and obviously keen on making amends for the slight misstep.

  Still, Todd made a mental note to check for tooth marks tomorrow morning. Such battle wounds could lead to some difficult questions from a couple of the other girls he’d been seeing lately. But for now, it was time to focus on enjoying the moment.

  It was the annual end-of-the-year costume party at the Omega Xi house. Todd had been looking forward to the event since last year’s party. There was something about the chance to dress up and become someone else – or something else – that seemed to get the girls they invited over for the bash a little wilder than usual.

  And that’s exactly why Todd had invited Cecelia as his date for the night.

  Todd had noticed Cecelia sitting toward the back of his Finance 201 class at the beginning of the semester. She was a stunner for sure. From the moment he’d laid eyes on her, he could tell she had a smoking hot body. And she had a look about her – something different from the rest of the girls. He noticed it not just in the brooding nature of her facial expressions that held a sort of European intrigue, but also in the style and nature of the clothing she wore.

  The invitation to his fraternity’s costume party had been the excuse he needed to talk to Cecelia, and she seemed excited to attend when he’d asked. But Todd had been the one who was excited when he’d picked her up at her dormitory earlier that evening. She was waiting at the pick-up circle out front, an equally hot friend, Gretchen, waiting with her. A gaggle of dorm-dwelling dudes hovered nearby, ogling the two girls lustily.

  There was good reason for their proximity. Cecelia had donned a blue, skin-tight, latex bodysuit for the affair. A large gold-glitter “SB” was painted on her ample bosom. Meanwhile, Gretchen wore knee-high black boots, fishnet leggings, a frilly, super-short red skirt with white-lace fringe, bustier-style top, eye-patch, faux hand-hook, and 17th-century hat with white feather – the obvious “sexy pirate” costume.

  But Todd was curious about Cecelia’s costume, and he made his interest evident upon her entry to his SUV.

  A cocky nod and a “What’s up with the costume?” got him his answer.

  “I’m Super Bitch,” Cecelia cleared up his confusion in a deep, almost husky eastern-European accent that drove Todd absolutely wild. A hand, laid lightly upon his knee as he pulled away from the goggle-eyed group of dorm-dwelling dudes, told him everything he needed to know about where the night was headed if he played his cards right.

  And judging from the way Cecelia was going down on him right now, he had definitely played his cards right. As she moved her mouth away and down from him, still stroking his saliva-slick dick with just the right amount of pressure, he thought about how he could proudly relate the way in which had conquered Super Bitch to the other brothers at their chapter meeting tomorrow night.

  Cecelia moved down lower, her warm cheek pressed against his inner thigh as she angled her head to tickle his balls with her tongue. A moment latter, she let her tongue extend around and behind his balls, agonizingly close to his asshole, while at the same time absorbing the mass of his recently shorn testicles (a task he undertook before every big party at the house) into her mouth. After a thorough bathing, she released him, her mouth giving way with a champagne-cork popping sound that told him she absolutely knew what she was doing.

  Todd’s dick now ached for release and as Cecelia slid her naked body up over his, he felt her hand guide him gently inside her.

  As her rhythmic grinding began, Todd reminded himself to take notes for tomorrow night’s chapter meeting. The other brothers would definitely reward him with accolades – and not just for landing this amazing beauty, but also for the way in which he had landed her.

  He would be the first one in chapter history to have banged a broad in the fraternity’s ritual closet…but even that wasn’t the kicker. The kicker was that he was nailing her in the coffin they used during pledge initiation.

  It had been Todd’s idea to use the ritual closet for one of his sexual escapades. He had been able to make an extra copy of the closet key a month ago. The house sergeant at arms had lent him the key to restock the closet with candles and to put the ritual robes away after a pledge class induction, but Todd hadn’t returned the key until late the following day. Sensing opportunity for some seldom-found privacy in the crowded fraternity house, he’d made an extra copy so that he could utilize the space for his personal pleasure.

  When he mentioned going to the ritual closet “to talk,” Cecelia had seemed excited by the idea. “Ritual closet?” she’d frowned innocently. “What…rituals with skulls…robes…that kind of stuff?” she gave him an irresistible smirk.

  “Uh, yeah…sure, that’s all up there,” Todd had nodded, uncertain whether this was something that would be a turn on to this intriguing Euro-girl.

  Todd had quickly gotten his answer when they’d entered the closet. Seeing the coffin laid flat in one corner of the room, Cecelia immediately gravitated to it. She told Todd that it would turn her on if he’d do her inside it, and that it would make for the perfect party memory.

  Boy would it!

  Todd couldn’t agree more. So after lighting just enough candles to see by, he’d turned off the closet light and they’d climbed inside the coffin together.

  Todd had to admit, the coffin was actually far more comfortable than it looked. While it certainly wasn’t roomy, there was a pillow at its head and satin padding along its interior sides and bottom that helped reduce the chaffed knees and banged elbows that could come with doing the deed in such tight quarters.

  Now, here he was, massaging some of the tightest titties imaginable – firm and taut with rock-hard nipples that weren’t too big, but big enough for sucking and tweaking.

  He leaned up toward Cecelia, inhaling a breast and then flickering his tongue back and forth over her nipple. He could hear Cecelia’s breath catch, feel her abdomen contract and her back arch as she drove herself harder down onto him, pushing him ever deeper inside her.

  He moved his hands down around her in the closet’s near blackness. He found the tight, yet doug
hy softness of her ass and kneaded it between his fingers. He wanted to fill her up with his seed so bad…but he had to make this last. He used an old trick he’d learned to help extend the ride. Thinking about his upcoming schedule for the week – exams, projects, homework – he tried to focus on something other than the pulse-pounding ecstasy and Cecelia’s milky-white flesh that he was enjoying.

  It didn’t help.

  Two minutes later they were done…well, Todd was done.

  “You go again?” Cecelia asked hopefully. “You let me finish?”

  Todd nearly choked on his words, “Uh…yeah…I think…I mean, give me a minute…okay?”

  “Okay,” Cecelia huffed huskily into his ear.

  Several minutes later, she was sucking on his shoulder, him back inside her. She moved her mouth down to his chest, licking him, biting him playfully. Todd motivated himself for round two with the knowledge that it wasn’t every day he met with a girl of Cecilia’s magnitude, so he’d better take advantage while he had the chance.

  This time, he lasted longer. Cecelia changed up her rhythm from riding to more of a grinding action in an effort to “finish” as she had so aptly put it.

  With a jarring, pulsating climax, she achieved her goal. But she wasn’t done. She came again, then again, and on the forth round, they came together in an explosion of passion that almost burst the sides of the coffin.

  During this last portion of their macabre joyride, Cecelia got a little overzealous, using Todd’s shoulder as a way to “bite the bullet” so to speak during her orgasm.

  “Shit on a motherfuckin’ stick!” Todd screeched in pain. It was almost enough to ruin the moment…almost, but not quite.

  Cecelia relinquished his flesh, and they both collapsed into the coffin’s soft satin padding. There they passed into a combined alcohol and pleasure-induced stupor that eventually lulled them both to sleep.

  Chapter 2

  Todd awoke the next morning cold, naked and alone as the first rays of sun peeked their way through the ritual closet’s lone window. His neck was stiff from sleeping on the coffin’s thin pillow, and his shoulder was sore.

  “Mmm…nothing like sleeping in a coffin for a good night’s rest,” he mumbled to himself.

  He used the coffin’s sides to pull himself into a sitting position. Scanning the closet around him, he looked for signs of Cecelia.

  She was nowhere in sight.

  While slightly disappointed, Todd wasn’t necessarily surprised. Dorm chics often ditched in the middle of the night, desiring the comfort and security of their own beds…especially when their other option was a coffin.

  Todd carefully extracted himself from his strange bed. Once up and out, he flipped on the closet’s light. He did one more scan, just to make sure Cecelia was indeed gone. Girls did weird shit sometimes, especially when they were drunk, and Cecelia seemed to be a little weirder than most.

  But there was no Cecelia.

  Todd walked back over to stand beside the coffin. He bent and picked up his T-shirt and boxers. As he did so, he noticed Cecelia’s blue-latex super suit lying on the floor beside his own clothes. Beside that was a puddle that looked (and smelled) like puke.

  He frowned and rubbed a hand through his rumpled hair. “Uh…what the hell?” he grumbled.

  Where had Cecelia gone without her clothes? She wasn’t wearing any underwear beneath the super suit, he was sure of that much. Had she left the house naked? He walked over and checked the closet door. It was closed, and the inside push-button lock was still pushed in; just the way he’d left it when they’d entered. If Cecelia had left, it would have been popped out.

  “How the hell did she…” he started. That’s when he realized the closet’s single window was half opened. “No way,” he breathed, a half-smile forming as he walked over and stuck his head outside, looking down at the grass a half story below.

  He scanned the fraternity house yard and then the street out front in both directions. No Cecelia.

  “This is too good,” he shook his head, his half grin still in place. “She bolted with no clothes!? She’s not Super Bitch, she’s Crazy Bitch!” he laughed aloud, ducking his head back inside and closing the window. “Oh…I can’t wait for chapter tonight!” he said excitedly. “Wait until the guys hear about this one!”

  In the shower later that morning, Todd made a careful visual inspection of himself. There was some slight bruising on his cock where Cecelia had bitten him, but the damage appeared minimal and manageable. Still, it meant a week or two of “lights-off” sex with his regular bedmates least they start asking some hard-to-answer questions. “A basketball injury,” he decided would be his blanket statement should the issue arise. An errant knee to the crotch. Hell, what did chics know about such shit anyway? They’d take his word for it.

  His shoulder was a different story, and the look of it concerned him. There was almost a full dental imprint of Cecelia’s teeth, and the skin was broken in multiple spots, especially where her incisors had dug in. “Crazy bitch,” Todd breathed aloud as he touched the affected area and then recoiled in pain. The area was a purplish-green, swollen, extremely tender, and a little puss was oozing from several of the puncture wounds.

  The bite looked nasty, and it felt worse. Todd wondered if it could be infected and whether he should see a doctor. But then he’d miss the chance to relate his tale to the others at the chapter meeting. Maybe Monday, if it didn’t clear up, he told himself as he shut off the shower and grabbed his towel.

  * * *

  After a cereal breakfast and an extended mid-morning snooze, Todd was up and ready for what remained of the day – which wasn’t much. The house chapter meeting was scheduled for six o’clock, still a few hours away, so Todd figured he’d spend a little time giving his roommates a sneak preview of last night’s events. It was their normal routine after a big party. They’d sit in their room, lounging on couches, watching sports or the local news, and discuss the night’s events – who’d passed out, who’d hooked up, and whether any of them had hit home runs or gone down swinging.

  Todd, of course, took command of the floor with the recounting of his night with Cecelia. All his roommates (and the majority of the other brothers) had been envious when they’d seen her latex super suit. And Todd’s recollection of their wild night spent in the ritual closet held his roommates’ typically brief attention spans. But it wasn’t until he related the events of the morning that he truly won their awestruck admiration.

  “Bullshit!” Darren exclaimed!

  “You’re full of it!” Everett sneered.

  “Okay dude, now you’ve taken it too far. There’s no way she left without her clothes. And through the window!? Nobody’s buying it!” Max shook his head incredulously. “You had us until then, but now we know you’re just screwin’ with us.”

  “No…seriously!” Todd pleaded for recognition, his eyes wide. “That’s what happened…I promise!”

  Darren had turned his attention back to the television, having lost interest in this unbelievably tall tale of Todd’s. “All I know is that if this chic…” he cut himself short, staring at a story that had just begun on the local news. “Wait…check this shit out!” he pointed at the screen, digging in between the couch cushions for the remote to turn up the volume.

  The others turned their attention to the over-sized flat screen where a helicopter shot showed a girl running down a city street in what appeared to be a flowing black cape.

  Finally finding the remote, Darren turned up the volume as the others quieted.

  A newscaster’s voice could be heard saying: “The young woman was spotted early this morning running down 32nd Street. Witnesses reported her behavior as erratic and unpredictable. One person said that when they confronted her, she tried to attack them.”

  “You know,” Darren interrupted, “I don’t think that’s a cape. It looks more like a…”

  “Shhh!!!” the others all hissed.

  The on-screen footage shifted
to a camera crew on the street filming the woman in restraints and being placed by several police officers inside the back of a squad car. There was a close-up of her face.

  Todd’s breath caught. “I think that’s Cecelia!” he cried aloud.

  “And that’s one of our fucking ritual robes!” Everett jumped up, pointing.

  “That’s…fucking…AWESOME!” Max yelled in an amazed half laugh.

  The newscaster continued: “Authorities managed to subdue the woman who was identified as Cecelia Dumanova. Ms. Dumanova is a foreign exchange student from Latvia attending a local university. It was reported that she struggled with authorities, attempting to bite several of them. Ms. Dumanova was taken to an area hospital for further observation. Upon request for comment, hospital officials described Ms. Dumanova’s condition as currently under evaluation, but her erratic nature…”

  “Huh…more like ‘erotic’ nature,” Everett chimed in.

  “Shhh!!!” the others hissed again.

  “…could be drug related. Blood tests are currently underway, and Ms. Dumanova has been placed in isolation for further assessment.”

  Todd was not joining the others in their enjoyment of this revelation. He subconsciously touched his shoulder gently.

  Max slapped him on the back. “Nice work with that crazy bitch,” he joked. “You’ll go down in house history with that one. We’ll have to build a shine to you.”

  “Yeah,” Todd did his best to appear nonchalant. His shoulder was really starting to hurt and his head was feeling sort of funny. “Right…” he nodded. “That’d be awesome,” he tried to smile as his vision began to blur.

  Chapter 3

  Shirtless and in his pajama bottoms, Zach dozed on the living room sofa. The nightly news played softly in the background. It was almost ten o’clock. It’d been a long day, a long week…hell, it’d been a long year.