"This is so annoying! Master, having him watch us would ruin the mood. Besides, I'm your woman now—my body is only for you to enjoy. Letting him see me would feel like a violation."
Lena Whitmore cast a cold glance at Jack Coleman before turning back to Yasin with a pleading gaze.
"Master, your bitch begs you—take me somewhere else to fuck me!"
Truthfully, Lena didn't care if her husband watched her being taken by another man. But she was terrified Jack might reveal how she had schemed against Yasin earlier.
Even more, she feared that Jack's words might make this man discard her like trash.
"GROOOOOWL!!!"
"BANG! BANG! BANG!"
"Hssssk—Hssssk—"
The zombies outside slammed against the walls, their frenzied snarls growing louder at the scent of blood and screams.
"You're right. My woman is only for me to fuck—only for me to see her slutty, debauched expressions. Even if you're just my bitch, no other man deserves to lay eyes on you." Yasin smirked darkly.
"You've given me an idea… a fun one."
With a swift motion, he summoned his sword back into his grip.
A flash of steel—
Two arcs of blood sprayed through the air.
"AAAAAAHHHH!!!"
Jack's agonized scream tore through the room, sending the zombies outside into an even wilder frenzy.
His severed arms thudded to the floor, fingers still twitching.
"Killing him would be cruel. But keeping him alive wastes my food and ruins our fun." Yasin grabbed Jack by the collar, dragging him toward the second floor. "So I'll just… let him go."
The balcony overlooked the yard, where dozens of zombies clawed at the doors and windows below.
Jack, now missing both arms and bleeding from his leg, was dumped onto the balcony like a broken doll, his face ashen, his breathing shallow.
"Mrs. Coleman…" Yasin turned to Lena, who had followed hesitantly, her body trembling. "How do you think it would feel to fuck out here?"
"M-Master… it's too cold…" Lena hugged herself, her teeth chattering.
"C-Can't we go to the bedroom?"
Jack's mutilated state had shaken her, and the ravenous undead below only deepened her terror.
"You won't be cold for long." Yasin grinned, tossing a set of leather restraints at her feet—a collar, cuffs, and chains.
"If you're going to be my bitch, you'll follow American laws. Even in the apocalypse, dogs must be leashed. I'm a law-abiding citizen, after all."
Lena was a rare beauty—a Hollywood star with a body sculpted by gods, fame that made men grovel, and a tight, irresistible cunt that could drive any man wild.
But Yasin knew better.
Women like her were selfish. Cunning. Ruthless.
She could never be trusted.
She didn't deserve to be treated as an equal.
No—she was only good for one thing.
"N-No… Master, please… this is too much…" Lena stared at the restraints in horror, her pride revolting.
She could stomach selling her body to survive.
She could even play along with Yasin's twisted games—pretending to be a bitch, letting him dominate her.
But being leashed like an actual dog?
That crossed a line.
"Master, you can call me your bitch… but I don't want to be one." Her voice trembled, but defiance flickered in her eyes.
"I'm Lena Whitmore—Hollywood's rising star. I deserve freedom. Dignity."
The cold wind sobered her, cooling the lust that had clouded her mind earlier.
She wouldn't let him break her completely.
She had to regain control.
"I'll be your woman. I'll spread my legs for you. But you can't take my pride." She stepped closer, her hand sliding down his chest, her fingers teasing the bulge in his pants.
"Besides… wouldn't it be hotter to fuck a Hollywood goddess than a dog? Doesn't it feel better… knowing a star like me is yours?"
"SMACK!"
Yasin backhanded her so hard she staggered.
Then he grabbed her by the throat—
And dangled her over the balcony railing.
"AHHH! MASTER, NO!!"
"GRRAAAAHHH!!"
"HSSSSK—HSSSSK—"
The zombies below erupted into frenzy, their rotting hands stretching toward her, jaws snapping hungrily at the air just beneath her swaying.
"Become my woman? You're not worthy. You're only fit to be my sex slave, my bitch. From today onward, you're nothing but a plaything for me to use however I please. The only reason you're alive is because your body can satisfy my every desire. If you ever disobey me, I'll feed you to the zombies without hesitation!"
"Hollywood goddess? Hahaha! You still don't understand, do you? This is the apocalypse. There's no such thing as movie stars or idols here. In this world, you're just my dog!"
"Now, I'll give you two choices. One—I throw you over this balcony right now. Two—you obediently put on your collar and serve me like the bitch you are!"
"I'll wear it, Master!!~~ I was wrong!~ Please let me down! Please! I'll do anything you say! I'll be your bitch, your toy, whatever you want!~~"
Terrified by the horde of undead below, Lena's tears of humiliation mixed with cold sweat as they streamed down her face.
With Yasin's help, she shamefully fastened the leather collar around her neck, leashing herself to the railing like a dog.
Yasin then produced a pair of handcuffs, forcing Lena's arms apart and locking them to the outside of the railing.
Next, he lifted her legs one by one, spreading them wide and cuffing each ankle to the opposite sides of the railing.
Lena Whitmore was now bound like a bitch in heat, her naked body forced into an arched position, her smooth, round ass raised high in the air. Her tight little rosebud and dripping slit trembled and clenched from fear and anticipation.
With her legs brutally spread and her ass presented so lewdly, Yasin had an unobstructed view of her most intimate places.
The position was beyond degrading.
And they were on an open balcony—below them, a sea of snarling, ravenous zombies.
"Mrs. Coleman, I always keep my promises. I'll let your husband go now—watch closely."
With that, Yasin turned and grabbed the barely conscious Jack Coleman, casually hurling him over the balcony railing.
"Mr. Coleman, may God have mercy on you! I'm sure you'll survive just fine!"
"AAAHHH!!~~~ NO!~~~"
"GRRAAHH!!~~~ UUURGH!!~~~"
"Ghh… ghh… ghhh!!~"
Jack's screams were quickly drowned out by the frenzied snarls of the undead.
Lena watched in horror as her husband was swallowed by the ravenous horde.
His intestines… his organs… his brains… all slowly ripped out by rotting hands and gnashing teeth.
"Guh… UGHH!!~~" Lena's body convulsed as she retched violently, the sheer terror pushing her to the brink of madness.
Tears and sweat poured down her face, but she didn't dare make a sound—only shaking her head desperately, trying to block out the gruesome sight.
She knew, without a doubt, that if she angered the man behind her, she would suffer the same fate.
Her perfect body would be torn apart, devoured, turned into nothing but waste in the stomachs of monsters.
The pain of being eaten alive… it had to be unbearable.
The brutal reality forced Lena to accept that her only hope of survival was to abandon all dignity and pride—to submit completely to the demon behind her.
Being a lowly, humiliated sex slave was still better than becoming zombie food.
Maybe… maybe the Military would come soon. Maybe they'd rescue her.
Then she could be a goddess again…
Just as Lena tried to console herself with these thoughts, she suddenly felt the collar around her neck tighten violently.
The leather strap squeezed her throat, cutting off her air until every breath became a struggle.
Then—without warning—something thick, hard, and burning hot slammed into her trembling, dripping slit.
The thrust was brutal, unforgiving.
In a single motion, it speared deep into her, the tip ramming straight against her cervix.
A violent shock of pleasure—mixed with terror and disgust—exploded in her mind.
"AAAHHH!!!~~~"
Lena screamed as her pussy convulsed uncontrollably, gushing around the invading cock.
She had just climaxed—while watching her husband's body being torn apart.
"SMACK!"
Yasin's palm came down hard on her upturned ass, the lewd position allowing him to plunge to the hilt with every thrust. He could feel himself battering against her deepest depths, even breaching her womb.
One hand groped her breast, squeezing roughly, while the other gripped her hip, lifting her slightly before slamming back down with full force.
"SCHLICK!"
A lewd, wet sound echoed, followed by the sharp "SMACK!" of flesh meeting flesh.
Lena trembled violently, the overwhelming pleasure nearly making her pass out.
The sensation of Yasin's cockhead pounding into her cervix made him growl with animalistic satisfaction.
The madness of the apocalypse had erased all restraint—he was a beast now, taking what he wanted without mercy.
"SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!~~~"
"Uuugh… uuughh!!~~"
"Hrrngh… hrrgh!!~~~"
"Ahh!~~ Ohh!~~ Nnnhh!!~~ Fuck!~~ Uuughh!~~"
The savage rhythm of their bodies, the growls of the undead below, and Lena's shameless moans blended together—a symphony of depravity in the heart of the apocalypse.