Frederick awoke on his side in the dirt. His chest & shoulders were bleeding profusely. His right arm was broken in several places, & his left hand was reduced to a pile of pulp & mangled bones. Then, he looked down & his veins ran cold.

Around his neck was a thick silver collar attached to a silver chain. 10 paces away sat the zombified whore, reading from the Tome of Dread & holding the other end of his chain.

"Oh shit… I conjugated it wrong, didn't I…"

His words attracted the attention of his mistress, who turned her eyes back to him, full of lust and hate.

"sssSERVISSsss, ssSERVIS MIHI…" She said as she crawled towards him, "vvvVT SIT MERETRIXSssss"

He tried to run, but found it physically impossible to disobey. He gazed down at his poor cock, raw & bleeding from his previous assault. When his mistress mounted him once more, the burning in his boyhood redoubled, &, despite himself, he grew hard once more.

Then, Frederick hit upon a truly Magnificent idea:

"Okay you undead slut, I could actually get used to having a mommy like you, if only I had some lubrication. So, if I just…" Frederick closed his eyes & emptied his bladder into the zombie's cunt.

Frederick's screams of pain rang out across the graveyard when he realized what a bad idea that was.

His cock no longer chafed, but the salty, acrid urine stung his wounds. Reacting to the sound, his mistress became more aggressive & violent in her fucking, ripping into his flesh & snapping his pelvis again. She embraced him tightly as his lover, & left her claw marks across his back, flaying him alive.

Despite the pain, Frederick found himself somewhat satisfied. He had wanted an undead milf to hold him & fuck him, & here he had one. Her wet pussy made slopping sounds with each thrust & he buried himself in her ample tits.

Seemingly sensing this, she squeezed her breasts together, almost cutting off his air. The squished & deformed around his face in a way that would be painful for any living woman. Endorphins filled his body, blotting out his pain, & ever so briefly, he was in heaven.

With her other hand, she kneaded his balls. He was her toy & she was raised with the need to be filled with the hot cum of a young boy. Her purpose was to be filled with all the seed she could get, & his purpose was to serve her. She felt his cock pulse once, then twice. It was time to be fulfilled.

Frederick moaned like a French whore for his mistress while she gave him the biggest orgasm of his short life. He just kept shooting & shooting & it felt like it would never end.

But when he began to slow, she could not allow it. She squeezed his tiny pre-teen balls with great force, forcing out every single drop. & when no more cum could be milked from his cock, she squeezed harder, until he was squirting blood.

Frederick tried to scream, but that only made him lightheaded as he consumed the last of the oxygen between mistress' boobs. With frightening speed, she pulled herself off him, but by the time he began to take a breath, her pussy was already over his face & he inhaled a lungful of his own cum, piss, & blood.

She had milked him dry, but she needed more. As a zombie, she couldn't feel anything, so as hard as she fucked, no pleasure came. She only grew more & more horny, more & more desperate for anything to try to relieve the pressure within her. She remembered sex, remembered riding cock & sitting on men's faces for money. She remembered how good it felt to be eaten out. She needed that. Maybe if she got more & more & more she'd feel some sort of relief, but it would never come.

Frederick had just gone from heaven to hell. He sucked down as much of the vile concoction in his mistress' cunt as he could, just to avoid drowning. He bawled his eyes out uncontrollably from fear, from pain, & from the sting of getting piss in his eyes, but the more he cried, the more he choked, until he couldn't breathe anymore. He desperately tongued his mistress' pussy, hoping he might possibly give her some sort of satisfaction, just enough to let him live.

But she never came, & neither did her mercy.

His vision faded to black once more, & the last thing he felt was a distant sort of headache. He heard a faint cracking sound somewhere, then nothing.