Free Fifty Shades of Gray: Zombie Sex Dungeon by William T. Finkelbean

 
     
    Fifty Shades of Gray: Zombie Sex Dungeon
                             
     
    A lone figure sauntered under dying streetlights in the Meat packing District of New York City. From a distance, it would have been mistaken for an ordinary man going through bad times, dressed in tattered rotting clothes, and walking barefoot on the grime of the cold brick street. Looking perhaps for a garbage dumpster to pilfer for a late meal, or a dark alley with cardboard boxes to huddle under for the night.
    The figure wore the outward appearance of a man. The body was now contorted by the sting of death. Its hands reached out to find food, withered fingers clutched into empty air. Its mouth was agape, yearning to tear into fresh, blood rich flesh, and feel the quench of the living flow into the hollow cavity of its stomach.
    A rat the size of a small dog scurried about the curbside searching for morsels of discarded food. Its nose found a treasure of pizza crust, partially covered in sweet red sauce and cheese. Sitting upright and enjoying its meal, its sensitive nose picked up another scent, an unfamiliar scent that excited fear in its tiny brain. Self-preservation overruled hunger. The rat let the crust drop and it headed for the protective cover of a parked car down the street.
    An unknown force animated the walking corpse. None in the world of reality would dare call it what it truly was. None would call it: zombie.
    *
    A two story red brick building on West 13th Street faced the world looking to be abandoned. Rusty security bars and thick curtains covered some of the windows. Bricks sealed the others, blocking light from entering or prying eyes from seeing in.
    Double doors on the street level led to a narrow stairwell next to a wall. The stairs led straight into Madam Donna’s welcoming room.
    Donna leaned back in a chair with her six-inch heel leather boots on her desk. The boots came up to her knees, with eight buckles on each aligned all the way down to her ankle. The crotch of her latex corset was unsnapped, allowing her Brazilian waxed private parts to breathe. She sipped slowly on a glass of iced vodka trying to cure a lingering morning hangover, and all but ensured another one for the next day.  
    Her cell phone vibrated on the desk next to a nipple clamp. She picked it up and answered. "Madam Donna's Dungeon of Dominatrix Delights."
    The voice started, "Yes…yes. I'm calling…I'm calling to…"
    Donna interrupted, "On your feet or on your knees!"
    The voice hesitated. "What?"
    "Do you need your ears cleaned out? Get your mommy to do that. I said on your feet or on your knees."
    "Okay. Okay. I'm on my feet. Now, I'm calling to…"
    "I'll tell you what you called for. You don't tell me. I'll tell you what you can kiss, and I'll tell you what you can suck. You will squeal like the pig that you are. You will beg for my touch, beg for my taste. I will tease you with my smell. I will ride you like an animal and slap you cherry red with my whip. I will bind you. I will bite you. I will pull the hair off your balls with my teeth.
    "So what are you waiting for?" Donna took a sip of her drink. "Give me a credit card number and we can set the appointment."
    "Uh, Ma'am. I'm calling to see if you would like to make a one time donation to the Republican National Committee and become a member with benefits that include a quarterly magazine and a toll free hotline that…"
    Donna sloshed her drink as she slammed it down on her desk. "Republican? What kind of sick degenerate do you think I am? I've got way too much integrity to give money to those reprobates. Fuck off." She slapped her phone shut, and tossed it onto her desk.
    Plodding steps of the undead man slowly climbed the stairs to Madam Donna's Dungeon. The doors on ground level were partially open. The zombie sensed that inside contained the living meal that it so craved.
    Madam Donna spat a mouth full of vodka and tiny bits of ice when the zombie took the