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Subject: {ASSM} Feeding the Zombie Horde! (MM/F, snuff, cannibal, nc)
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Author: hooksforhands
Title: Feeding the Zombie Horde!
Summary: The military is reanimating dead soldiers to create an
undead army. The zombies have a taste for young female flesh,
which the government supplies.
Keywords: MM/F, snuff, cannibal, nc

Project Immortal Soldier: the military's latest weapons program.
In a nutshell, the greatest scientific minds in the country had
discovered a way to reanimate the dead, and we wanted to use this
technology to bring back fallen soldiers so they could once again
server their country, this time as undead zombies.
You haven't heard of this program? Well, it's all quite
classified of course. Anyway, I had been observing operations at
project headquarters for maybe a month when Captain Alcott, who
was in charge of housing and feeding the beasts, approached me
and asked if I would like to observe a feeding. 
"Yes," I said, "that sounds interesting."
The captain looked slightly uncomfortable. "Before you say yes,
you should know... umm." He looked away sheepishly, then turned
back. "How much did they tell you...?"
"Relax, Captain," I said with a laugh, "I know what you feed them
and I have no moral objection to it. Actually, I'm quite
interested to see the process."
The captain smiled. "Well, that's a relief," he said. "We've had
a few objectors whom we had to reassign. Not many but a few. The
crew I've got now all believe in what they're doing and enjoy
it."
"I should hope so. Shall we proceed?"
The feeding area was a large rectangular room with a metal stool
in the middle. Above the stool hung a chain with a common pair of
handcuffs welded onto the end. The floor surrounding the stool
was grated, allowing waste to flow into a collection area below.
One wall of the room was made of bulletproof, one-way glass,
behind which we could observe the feeding. On the opposite wall
was a heavy steel door that led to the zombie pen. Everything was
immaculate, and I complimented Alcott on this.
"Give it a half hour," he said with a smile.
Just then four officers emerged from the viewing room escorting a
frightened young woman. They led her to the stool and began to
strip her. Not bothering to preserve the clothing, they used
knives to cut open her tube top, then pulled her skirt down to
her ankles, then snipped off her bra and panties. In five seconds
she was completely naked and weeping uncontrollably.
I took a moment to admire the girl. She was an exquisite
specimen: early twenties, maybe 5'5'' 120lbs, and rather
beautiful. She was doing her best to cover her nipples with one
hand and her loins with the other. It was a nave gesture, as we
were soon going to see her flesh in its entirety, and not only
from the outside.
"She's quite a prize," I commented to Alcott, as his men secured
the girl to the stool. "I'd rather expected a homely girl."
He looked offended. "These men are Veterans, they died for our
freedom! I think our country can spare a pretty girl or two to
pay back their sacrifice!"
"Oh, I agree!" I said, feeling suddenly patriotic. "I was just
wondering how you keep the disappearance of an attractive young
thing like this secret? Surely she has friends and family who
will miss her?"
"Most of them do, I'm sure this one has a grieving mother
somewhere. They never suspect a thing because we create elaborate
fake deaths for the girls we take. Every one of them is burned or
mangled beyond recognition in some kind of an accident. The
bodies are never discovered whole, but we never leave any doubt
that the girl has died in an accident."
By this time the men had the girl restrained and Alcott wanted to
look her over before they let the zombies in. He examined her
naked body intently, oblivious to her tear soaked eyes and her
pleas. He ran his hand along her smooth belly and grabbed hold of
her naval ring between his thumb and forefinger.
"We had a zombie break a tooth once on a toe ring," he explained.
With that, he ripped the ring from the girl's belly," causing her
to scream out again. "Do you have a wife who might like this?" he
asked, offering me the ring.
I laughed. "She's far to old for something hip like this, but my
daughter might like it. Thank you."
"You're welcome. Now if you're ready, let's retire to the
observation room and watch the show."
Once safely behind the one-way glass, the captain opened the pen
door and the zombies slowly poured in. The girl panicked and
began to struggle wildly against her bonds, but she wasn't going
anywhere. As the zombies saw her and smelled her flesh they began
to get excited. Saliva dripped from hungry mouths and flaccid
penises became erect. Alcott turned to me and explained, "The
young lady will satisfy two of their needs in one: the need for
pussy and the need for meat. It's very efficient."
"I'm sure it is," I replied. "But what are they waiting for?" 
The zombies had formed a circle around the girl. They were
clearly anxious to begin the feast, but something held them back.
Then a figure emerged from the crowd, pushing its way through to
the front.
"We call that one Mac," said the captain. "He's sort of the
alpha-wolf. The others will have to wait for him to get things
rolling."
The massive zombie approached the girl. To my astonishment, it
was sporting an erection that would have made a living man proud.
The girl noticed this as well, and froze. It wrapped its' hand
around her slender throat and turned her head from side to side,
assessing its' prey. Then it placed its other hand on her thigh,
causing her to recoil. The zombie licked its' lips, satisfied
with the offering.
Suddenly it pushed the girl's legs apart, ignoring her protests,
and shoved its' manhood into her. 
"Ooh, in to the balls!" commented one of the officers. We all
laughed.
The beast had been fucking her for about ten minutes when it
started to show signs of hunger. Still pumping into her pussy, it
used its' ragged fingernails to claw deep scratches into her
tanned legs and ass.
"First blood," remarked Alcott. "It won't be long now."
He was right. After another couple of minutes the Zombie bit into
the girl's firm breast, tearing away a chunk. Still fucking her,
it swallowed the sweetmeat and clamped its' teeth around her
throat.
One of the submissive zombies, taking advantage of Mac's
preoccupation with the girl's pussy, furtively grabbed hold of
one of her small feet and sank its' teeth into her calf with an
audible "pop". She weakly tried to pull away, but Mac was slowly
eating through her neck and she was losing strength.
Emboldened by their compatriot's success, the rest of the zombies
converged on the young lady and soon they were fighting each
other for girlflesh. The bigger ones got better real estate and
were able to enjoy tender morsels from the bicep or inner thigh.
The smaller, weaker ones had to settle for feet or fingers,
crunching them between their molars and sucking out the marrow. 
Mac emptied his balls in the girl's uterus with a loud grunt,
then took two large bites out of what remained of her neck. Her
head fell to the floor and a runt zombie quickly darted away with
it. The runt took the head into a corner and was just about to
slide its' cock between the girls' dead lips when a group of
zombies fighting each other stumbled into my line of sight and
blocked my view.
"Well," said Alcott, "What do you think?"
"That was memorable," I answered. "You'll have to invite me again
next time."
At that moment we were all startled by a couple of zombies who
had crashed against the glass with a loud thump. They were
pulling at opposite ends of a coil of intestine, smearing it up
against the glass.
"Well, shall we leave them to their meal?" asked Alcott.
"Yeah, I have work to do anyway."
As we left the room, Alcott glanced back at his zombies one more
time and saluted. "Bon appetite," he said.





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