28 Orgasms Later

[Texguy84]

A while back someone (emap I think?) had a story idea about sex zombies (which turned out rather nice, actually).

My room mate forced me to watch "28 Weeks Later" (I didn't like it nearly as much as the original movie, "28 Days Later", but it had its entertaining moments), and it gave me an idea for a story where instead of making everyone into raging violent angry-zombies, the virus turned them into nymphomaniac sex fiends, with the same methods of spreading the virus as in the movie (ie: bodily fluids, often projectile bodily fluids). Presumably now, instead of being the violently bulemic anger-management-challenged zombies we all know and love, they'll run around spraying semen/pussy juice on their victims before jumping their very-quickly-aroused-and-willing bones. The climax of the story, of course, being when the first sex zombie gets into the basement hideaway packed full of uninfected people, and the highly contagious orgy commences.

An alternate idea along vaguely similar lines, and more related to the sex demon stuff I tend to write. Let's say instead of the usual spectacular end that being fucked by a succubus/incubus incurs in my stories (and a number of others), it optionally results in the conversion of the fuckee to another succubus/incubus. Same basic scenario as above, with exponentially increasing numbers of sex demons using their wiles on trapped victims in a confined space.

 

[emap]

That actually is still in progress you know, can't have it end with the virgin still a virgin. I mean good greif who wants to stay a virgin?

28 weeks actually was a big letdown, instead of getting better after 28 days, they got worse, the story was tons dumber.

The premise was good, but point A to point B was the dumbest crock of well you know what that I have seen since the tomb raider movies. I mean geez you would think people would learn from that unmentionable thing they call the tomb raider movies.

Oh yeah sorry I went off topic. I think that would make for an interesting story, especially if say it is written from the view of the last person normal. Talking about seeing all those people being fucked and turned, the desperate attempt to escape. Perhaps escaping and leading to a sequel, or not escaping and giving up leading to a hot sex scene at the end.

 

[BedtimeStories77]

I wasn't a big fan of the movies (or really any zombie movie I've seen) but this is a very cute title for the lives of sex zombies!!!

 

[jeninflorida]

A while back someone (emap I think?) had a story idea about sex zombies (which turned out rather nice, actually).

My room mate forced me to watch "28 Weeks Later" (I didn't like it nearly as much as the original movie, "28 Days Later", but it had its entertaining moments), and it gave me an idea for a story where instead of making everyone into raging violent angry-zombies, the virus turned them into nymphomaniac sex fiends, with the same methods of spreading the virus as in the movie (ie: bodily fluids, often projectile bodily fluids). Presumably now, instead of being the violently bulemic anger-management-challenged zombies we all know and love, they'll run around spraying semen/pussy juice on their victims before jumping their very-quickly-aroused-and-willing bones. The climax of the story, of course, being when the first sex zombie gets into the basement hideaway packed full of uninfected people, and the highly contagious orgy commences.

An alternate idea along vaguely similar lines, and more related to the sex demon stuff I tend to write. Let's say instead of the usual spectacular end that being fucked by a succubus/incubus incurs in my stories (and a number of others), it optionally results in the conversion of the fuckee to another succubus/incubus. Same basic scenario as above, with exponentially increasing numbers of sex demons using their wiles on trapped victims in a confined space.

interesting, we love zombie movies...and I've spun a few around but the stories are not ready to post just yet. I'm not sure about your idea just yet..can't see it in my mind, trying to think about how to make it work.....

 

[alias x]

Try the siege by xxxecil

 

[Texguy84]

Try the siege by xxxecil

Hmm, I loved his "Hell's Housewife" stories, I'll give it a look-see.

 

[Franz_Von_Stuck]

I like this idea, but you'd need to decide early on whether or not it'd be a realistic horror story or a comedy/satire of zombie movies. If it's a zombie satire then yeah, "get brain" is going to be the start of a lot of bad, but possibly funny puns.

The problem that might make it horror is the logistics of it. Do they still have the mental capacity to operate in society? Feed themselves or get pregnant? Would they just starve to death if they can't think of anything else? Would they emit some kind of pheromone or would these living zombies be forcing themselves on people?

Either way, interesting idea.

 

[Oblimo]

"It'll be just like all those zombie movies," Yves explained while Raspberry breathed in the fragrance of his shirt. "Except there'll be a hundred Patient Zeroes. And they'll be horny, not hungry. And, uh, hot bisexual coed skank-bots, not corpses." He scratched his chin. "So it won't be anything like a zombie movie. It'll be much worse."

The first tales of a horde of raving sex-mad nymphomaniacs comes from, of course, the Greeks. The maenads set upon Orpheus. Although there are different explanations of why and exactly how they they killed him, it's pretty clear that he was orgy'd unto death, one way or another.

I thought the threat of a maenad plague would make a great MacGuffin for It's Always Time.

 

[Oblimo]

I like this idea, but you'd need to decide early on whether or not it'd be a realistic horror story or a comedy/satire of zombie movies. If it's a zombie satire then yeah, "get brain" is going to be the start of a lot of bad, but possibly funny puns.

I loved writing this scene. Please forgive the 300 joke; it was fresh when I wrote it.

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Eddie shouldered the bedroom door shut. The patter of countless bare, petite, rampaging feet drew near in the hallway beyond. Eddie's shaky, slippery fingers fumbled with the doorknob lock. The catch clicked into place an instant before something heavy whacked into the door's hallway side. The door jam creaked but held. Eddie heard a muffled, "Oof!" followed by a petulant drawl. "Aw, Eddie. Come out and play." Someone scored long fingernails—painted cherry red, Eddie wagered, how they all loved cherry red—over the outside of the door. "We've heard so much about you." Many more hands joined the first. "And sisters share."

Eddie threw his naked back against the door. "Whose idea was it to come upstairs?"

The cable guy cranked open the bedroom window on the opposite wall. "It was a good plan, dammit! There's enough ivy on the walls to climb down easy." He had lost his work shirt during a harrowing moment on the stairwell. His chest and shoulders festooned with fresh hickies, smudged lipstick prints, love bites, and fingernail scratches. He reached through the window and rattled rusty steel. "I didn't know they barred the windows." He gave the bars one last shake before throwing his hands in the air. "Must be an old panty-raid thing. Sorry, guys. I fucked up."

The pizza delivery guy flopped onto one of the two frilly twin beds. "We're trapped!" He lay naked and greasy from the waist down, wearing only a marinara-stained shirt with an iron-on patch advertising Napoli's Pizza! All Day Delivery! "Trapped in here with those…things!"

The cable guy squinted. "That FedEx truck's still outside. Where's the driver?"

"There's nothing we can do for him," Eddie sighed.

The pizza guy bolted upright. "They killed him?"

"No. Well, not yet." The clawing on the door grew more desperate and Eddie covered his ears, hollering. "He's handcuffed to the sofa in the Sitting Room. They're calling it the Face Sitting Room now, and it's standing room only in there."

Fists started to pound. Behind Eddie, the kid carrying a satchel of newspapers ran up and shouted. "You can keep your two damn dollars!"

The noise level plummeted. "Hey, kid," a low female voice asked. "You're over eighteen, right?"

Eddie, the cable guy, and the pizza guy turned to stare. The paperboy adjusted the strap of his satchel. "Uh, yeah, sure. I'm, uh…" He shrugged. "Helping my kid brother do his route this week?"

Overlapping giggles rippled down the hallway outside. "Good enough for us. Now let us in, kid." The pummeling resumed. "You've got a few dozen asses to tap."

The paperboy paled, fell back, rearranged his shorts. "What are those things?"

"Mental cases," the cable guy hazarded, searching through the drawers of a vanity table. "Maybe Mad Cow Disease?"

"Don't be stupid." The pizza boy covered his lap with a store-bought throw pillow. A cheery Disney heroine gazed up at him from his crotch. "They're a biker gang strung out on some bad Meth. Or escaped convicts?"

Eddie shook his head. "No. Worse." The assault on the door slackened, half-hearted. "They're sorority girls." He pressed his ear on the door for a second. "And they're up to something." He nodded at the cable guy. "Found anything useful?"

"I wish." He piled his discoveries on the vanity's tabletop. "Box of hair combs, a crimping iron, and…hello." Something U-shaped clunked onto the table. "A double-headed dildo. At least that's something."

"Great." The pizza guy bounced down onto the bed. "Just great. That takes care of two. There's hundreds out there!"

"Don't exaggerate," Eddie said. "There's ninety, maybe little over a hundred, tops."

"But they're superfreaks," the pizza guy insisted, wild eyed. "All they want, all they ever think about is sex, sex, sex. I told one I had a headache. She just laughed!" He cackled. "She just laughed and shoved her tongue up my ass!"

"Get a grip, son!" The cable guy waved the long plastic schlong in the air. "They've gotten to all of us." He pointed the dildo at the paperboy, who winced. "Except him. I grabbed him when they were inviting him in."

"Yeah," the paperboy grumped, "thanks."

"You should be thankful." He leveled the dildo at the pizza guy. "Tell him your story."

"Only if you put that fucking thing down." The dildo thunked onto the vanity and the pizza guy sat back up. "Okay, kid, listen up. We get this call for five large pizzas, extra sauce, extra cheese. We just started this 'All Day Delivery' deal, but one look at the address—Epsilon Zeta House, the frickin' Easy Sorority House, man, poontang heaven—and I pull rank and take the order. I just want to get a good, long look, that's all. But the door's answered by three stacked girls in tees and panties and they ask me to come in while they get my tip." He ran a hand through his slick hair. "Just like a porn movie, you know?

"Anyway, these three girls lead me down to the dining hall, and there's even more girls in there, grinning at me. One of 'em grabs the pizza and lines the boxes up on the table, one after another, see? Then she pops the tops open, one at a time. She's got this cute little frown on her face, and she says, 'We ordered Meat Lover's pizzas.'"

Eddie cupped his hand around his ear, listening at the door. "I think some of them are leaving. There's lots of whispering, too." He turned. "I've got a real bad feeling about this, guys. Guys?"

The pizza guy continued, "Anyway, she says they ordered the Meat Lover's. A couple other girls corner me against the table. At this point I'm pretty sure this is a joke, some initiation prank: flash your tits at the dorky pizza guy, that kind of thing. But there's something in the way they grin at me. So I pull out the receipt stub, confirm the order, but I say something goofy about how the customer's always right, offer them coupons. And then…and then they're all closin' in on me, and they've all got that 'we're gunna eat-you-up' grin. And I'm standing there with a bunch of buy-2-get-1-free coupons in my hand and a boner in my pants." He fidgeted with the illustrated throw pillow.

The paperboy's eyes bugged out of his head. "And?"

The pizza guy grimaced. "And then one says, 'Sorry, no substitutions,' and they drag me down, splat, right on the pizza." He ran his hand through his greasy hair again, this time plucking out a chunk of stewed tomato. "Once it cools down, pizza grease makes one Hell of a lube." His eyes misted. "The first fifteen minutes were the greatest moments of my entire life. But then…it didn't stop. They didn't stop. And after they'd eaten all the dough and cheese and licked off all the sauce, they still wouldn't stop, no matter what I said or did." He hung his head. "And when I couldn't get it up again, I swear, they were getting ready to eat me." He glanced up. "That's when Eddie here busted out of the kitchen and saved my ass."

Eddie could not meet his eyes. Something about standing in a room full of half-naked men, and one paperboy, he supposed. "Dumb luck on my part. They got me naked and let their guard down. Thought I wouldn't do a runner with my dick hanging out." He laughed, leaning against the door. "I'm a streaker, not a hero—Oh, shit!"

The butt of a metal fire extinguisher, as heavy as a SWAT police battering ram, punched through the door on the second swing, leaving a ragged round hole. The girl with strawberry blonde curls thrust her head through the hole, her grin menacing and maniacal. "Heeeere's pussy!"

The four guys fell into a huddle in the middle of the bedroom. Suddenly, the personal space issues of their nudity did not seem so important. The pizza guy gurgled, "What the fuck do we do? How the fuck do we get out of here?"

The curly blonde wriggled her hand through the hole, scrabbling for the doorknob, pointy pink tongue peeking out between her teeth.

The unreality of their situation sunk in. "That's exactly what we do," Eddie said. He felt calm and sure. He looked at his three companions in turn. "We're going to fuck our way out of here."

The pizza guy cringed. "This is madness!"

The curly blonde's hand stumbled on the doorknob. "Ah, ha!" She fiddled with the lock.

"Madness?" The cable guy squared his shoulders, jutted his jaw. "This is poontang." He stood erect, in more ways than one. "Let's do this."

The lock came undone. The curly blonde's howl of triumph was picked up, echoed and amplified into a lusty battle cry by dozens of throats. Eddie turned to the pizza guy. The pizza guy swallowed, nodded, hardened.

Eddie barked an order: "Virgin in the middle!" The paperboy jumped into the center of the huddle. The pizza and cable guys took up his flank. Eddie took the vanguard. "Here they come."

The bedroom door flew open. The first wave of frenzied coeds poured into the room. The paperboy dropped his satchel to the floor. "This is so…" He gulped, searching for the perfect word. The host of Easy pussy fell upon them.

He found it. "Awesome."

 

[Texguy84]

Nice work, keep it up

Honestly, the best way I see this working for my idea is if the "sex plague" was supernatural, ie: Succubi and Incubi, magically inducing all near them into succumbing to their will, or comic book science based, ie: pheremones cause all those within a few feet to become uncontrollably horny, making them more pliable and willing victims.

 

[DarkBee]

"Heeeere's pussy!"

 

[Oblimo]

Nice work, keep it up

Aw, man. I have to write more? (I can tell you haven't read my NonHuman submission )

 

[manyeyedhydra]

Aw, man. I have to write more?

Yes. No sitting on your laurels just because you've finished your epic.

 

[Oblimo]

Yes. No sitting on your laurels just because you've finished your epic.

You don't get laurels in porn.

You get hardies.