Here, have another story I wrote. I don't see it in the archive, so I guess I never posted it here. It's also not great, especially the end but, eh. I've posted it in Ollie threads though
The date with Ollie went well, and everything was fine, until you got to her house. "I'll just be a minute! Gonna freshen up!" Turned to almost an hour. Finally, tired, you knock on the door to the bathroom. "Come in, anon!" She called from inside. Ah, so this was her game, ok. Opening the door you walk in and darkness envelops you. A sharp crack to the back of your skull and you were down, and passed out.
When you came to you were completely nude, close to freezing cold, tied to a chair, and had no idea how long you'd been out. There in front of you was Ollie. "You sure slept long enough." She said with a snarky disdain. "Haa, but that's ok, love. You look hungry again, it's been hours since dinner. Here, have something to eat." The zoombie walked over to you, and sat on your lap, then tilted your head back and forced your mouth open with inhuman strength. Her lips covered yours, and she began vomiting down your throat. Panic, stomach churning, you begin to vomit the fowl slime back into her. Somehow her pressure increased and she forced the bile back down your throat.
Eventually your gag reflex gave out and you managed to get the puke all down, and Ollie pulled away. "Aww, anon, you look sick!" She cackled, a few maggots squirming on her lips. Oh God, did she puke maggots into you?! Your guts squirmed at the thought, and you begin puking all over yourself. "Oh, you fucking bastard! I went through all the trouble to feed you and you reject it just like that!" Ollie lashed out with a kick, sending flying across the room. "You ungrateful asshole!"
Blinding pain in your chest, your sternum and ribs broken from the kick. Spots fill your vision and you find in hard to breathe. Ollie crosses the room and flips you over, not upright, on your back, crushing your arms in the process, and bouncing your head on the concrete floor. You scream in agony, almost passing out. "Oh NO you don't, I just got you awake, asshole!" Her high tenor makes your ears ring "Since you're such as asshole, why don't you eat mine!" The zombie lifts her skirt and drops down on your face, her innards prolapsing out her sphincter, covered in shit, maggots, flies, and rot. She rubs the mess in your face, the reeking mess causing you to vomit more, covering her prolapse guts and cervix. "Ahhh, so warm!" She giggles, then turns, looking at you. "Good job, my turn, y I'll eat your ass too!"
She flips your chair upright and grabs your leg, pinching at your ankle until her fingers sink in behind your Achilles tendon. With a sharp motion she rips it out of your leg. You're getting tired of screaming in pain tonight, but you still do anyway, twisting reflexively in your chair to get away from the agony.
Ollie rips the ropes off you and kicks you over, and you collapse in a heap. "What a delicious looking ass." the zombie reaches inside your hole and clenches her fist. You know what's coming, and you hope for a quick death.
You don't receive one
