Chapter Fifty: Gogo Tomago

The Bunker lacked the tools for Gogo Tomago to get her mag-lev wheels in fully functional order, but they still worked well enough to provide her a speedy edge as she made her way to plant her allotment of explosives. She pushed the wheels to go faster, both due to the urgency of the situation as well as her own desire to feel some real speed. I could’ve planted all the bombs myself if I could move a bit faster, she thought bitterly. Her bubblegum popped wetly within the confines of her helmet. The stick had been stale, but it was tolerable. She’d not regretted the trade she’d made with Anna to secure the old pack of gum.

Reaching the section just before the hub where Anna’s shop had been, Gogo skidded to a stop. The mob had dispersed, but the results of their actions still dangled from the ceiling. Tsuyu’s swollen, discolored face and bulging eyes created a haunting visage. She’d heard the shop had been looted, that some kind of biological weapon had gone off, that people had been upset, but she’d not known it had gone so far. She’d not known the frog-like girl very well, but it was hard to imagine anyone deserving the cruelty she saw painted across her dead face. The urge to at least cut the young woman down rose within Gogo.

That urge was dashed a moment later as a heavy pounding sounded from the sealed door leading towards Anna’s shop. One glance towards the window showed Gogo the horde of undead just beyond. The hatch would hold out, but not forever. There had never been a greater need for speed. Pushing aside the sympathy she had for Tsuyu and the tickle in the back of her brain that wondered if the Bunker’s survivors were really worth saving, she hurried to the door. Her hands moved into the satchel she carried, pulling out several explosives. The sealed hatch was the only way into the Bunker from the rear of the complex. Satsuki had been clear about not letting anything go to chance. She wanted the area completely destroyed.

Planting the explosives required time and delicacy. Gogo’s persistent urge to fly through life at top speed made it difficult for her to provide such things. The heavy beating against the sealed hatch only made her want to work faster. She fought back both of those things as she guided the bombs to the points Satsuki had specified. The zombies could see her through the glass. Having such a tasty treat so close and yet impossible to reach had them riled up. Her eyes flicked from what she was doing to the door, noticing the way it was shifting within its frame. The thing wouldn’t last nearly as long as she’d hoped it would.

Gogo finished planting the last explosive. She turned away from the door, ready to be out of the room and as far away from the Bunker as possible. She had to return to Satsuki first to inform her that she’d completed her task. She didn’t see Kerrigan’s Child moving to the front of the crowd of monsters beating against the door. She’d barely moved forward as the Child used her impressive strength to kick down the door. The sound of twisting and snapping metal filled Gogo’s ears. She made the mistake of glancing back, just in time to see the heavy hatch coming down on her. She let out a yell as the solid steel connected with her back and flung her forward.

Gogo hit the floor hard, firm breasts mashing against her chest. A moment later, the door landed on top of her. She screamed into her helmet as the weight of the metal pinned her. Only her head and right arm protruded from beneath the torn slab of steel. She planted her palm against the floor and tried to push the weight off of her, managing only a slight bit of movement before she was shoved back down from the weight of the undead spilling through the now open passage. Her teeth clenched around the wad of gum in her mouth, panic filling her alongside the knowledge that she had no way of escaping the horrors.

The Child let her minions spill past her, surging into the area beyond. They took no notice of the grunt, squirming lump of flesh pinned beneath the door. Rebecca wasted no time moving deeper into the Bunker. The rest of the zombies took a little longer to move after her. The Child was not concerned. The shuffling bags of rotting flesh were better served as an encroaching mass, fucking and devouring anything in their path. With the Cockworm infesting her, Rebecca was far better suited for more precise actions. The hanging carcass of Tsuyu amused the Child and drew the attention of the zombies. They began to move towards the lynched frog girl.

As the weight of the zombies left the collapsed hatch, Gogo found it easier to move. Lifting the hunk of metal off of her was still impossible, but she found she could scoot, just a little. She could see the zombies heading for Tsuyu’s body. It made her sick to think that the senseless killing might be the only thing saving her from her own death, but she tried not to think about it as she gradually inched her way out from under the door. The progress was painfully slow, maybe even impossible, but she had no choice but to try. She didn’t like the way her back and legs felt, wasn’t even sure she’d be able to stand if she got free, but it didn’t stop her from trying.

Kerrigan’s Child noticed Gogo’s efforts. Stepping forward and lifting a foot, she stomped onto the door. The trapped woman let out a pained yelp as the weight of the door pressed down on her. The little amount of movement she’d been capable of vanished. Gogo strained to turn her head, to see what was standing on the door. The Child relished the look of terror she saw in Gogo’s eyes behind the visor of her helmet. She kept her foot firmly planted, nodding towards the dangling form of the frog girl. “Witness it, morsel,” she beckoned. “Even your dead will not be spared.” Gogo didn’t want to look. But she did.

The zombies reached Tsuyu’s body. They tugged and pulled at the young woman’s clothing until it tore away. She was nearly stripped bare by the time they started trying to pull her down from the rope. Her neck stretched, stale drool coaxed from her slack lips. The noose cinched tightly around her throat held firm, only resulting in Tsuyu’s spine snapping from the growing pressure. Her body sank a few inches towards the ground, far enough for the undead man before her to gather up her legs and bring his throbbing erection against her stripped snatch. With a satisfied growl, he plunged into the cold depths of her cunt, leaning in to start chewing at one of her small breasts.

A second zombie moved behind Tsuyu, sinking his teeth into her shoulder and his cock up her tight little ass. The undead men pumped their pricks into her with growing force, chewing away more and more of her flesh. A few more zombies managed to squeeze in close enough to rub their drooling members against her soft skin, or to tear bits of her away. The lengthy flap of bloody muscle tissue that had been the frog girl’s tongue caught the murky eye of one of the living dead. He crouched and gathered the thing up, shoving the end of it into his mouth. His rotten teeth chewed against the elongated tongue for a little while before finding it too difficult a task. Swallowing Tsuyu’s tongue down, the severed base of it swayed against his chin as he slowly sucked it up into his mouth.

When she decided Gogo had seen enough of Tsuyu’s post-mortem gangbang and consumption, she pressed her foot against the door harder. Gogo managed a scream as her shins shattered, mag-lev wheels crunching into shards of debris left deeply embedded in her mangled feet. Tears gushed from her eyes, the thought of never being able to walk – let alone run – ever again somehow feeling worse than the impending death coming for her. She slapped her free hand against the floor, urgently trying to pull herself out from under the door as the Child continued to press down. Her meaty thighs and plump buttocks provided little protection from the rising pressure. With a series of hard pops and snaps, her pelvic bone shattered. It happened too fast for Gogo to truly feel it, but she gave violent, bloody birth to her own reproductive system before it was crushed flat between her legs.

Gogo’s breath came in quick pants through clenched teeth as her crushing continued. The coppery taste of blood filled her throat and dribbled from her lips as her guts were flattened. By some miracle, the wad of gum wound up back between her teeth just in time to catch the last bit of her oxygen as her ribs collapsed. Gogo blew one final bubble, the pink of the gum darkening as blood gushed into the fragile construct of stretched synthetic rubber. The bubble ruptured, splashing across the visor of Gogo’s helmet and leaving her slackened face drenched. Her dying eyes bulged as a torrent of blood and pulverized organs vomited from her mouth as the Child stomped down on the door one last time.

With a wet tearing, Gogo’s head and arm ripped away from the rest of her flattened form, riding a small wave of her crushed gore. The Child twisted her foot from side to side for good measure, feeling the satisfaction of the torturous death flowing through her. Gogo’s head rolled to a stop, face plate turned up. With the thick layer of crimson covering the inside of the helmet, there was no sign of the young woman’s face. The Child did not need to see it. She could easily imagine the look of horror and pain fixed there. Stepping fully into the area, she leaned down to snatch up Gogo’s severed arm. Prying away the armor and fabric covering the limb, she found it to be a pleasant appetizer.

The zombie who’d eaten Tsuyu’s tongue snatched up Gogo’s severed head. Frustrated with waiting for his turn with the frog girl’s corpse, he smacked his cock against the faceplate of Gogo’s helmet, leaving it smeared with his pre-cum. He shifted and turned the head in his fumbling hands, trying to plunge into something fleshy and still warm. It wasn’t until he noticed the drizzle of blood and thick gory sludge draining from the bottom of the helmet that he found her torn esophagus. The zombie groaned as he fucked his way up the back of Gogo’s throat. He jerked her head back and forth against his crotch, especially enjoying the persistent death twitch that caused her tongue to occasionally flutter against the tip of his member.

Gogo’s throat emitted a continues series of wet slurps as the zombie fucked her head. His steady rhythm broke as enough of Tsuyu’s body was consumed to let her body finally drop away from the noose. The brief pause left the head of his dick resting against Gogo’s tongue. Another of the muscular tremors sent the slab of muscle against him, driving him to a sudden release. Gooey white streaks splattered across Gogo’s faceplate, blending with the blood to create a pinkish slop. After he finished pumping his load up the dead woman’s gullet, the zombie pried her head away from his crotch.

Still contained within the helmet, the severed head could do nothing to satiate the zombie’s hunger. He let it drop from his hands. It thudded back to the floor and rolled aside. The zombie’s brow furrowed as he caught sight of the stringy length of stretched gum clinging to his bloody member. Peeling the gum away from his cock, the undead man wadded it up in his fingers. The briefest flicker of memory in his reanimated brain inspired him to push the gum into his mouth and start chewing. Gogo’s extensive usage had sapped the stale gum of its lingering sweetness long before her demise, but now soaked in the woman’s gore and the zombie’s cum, it contained a freshness that the walking corpse quite enjoyed.