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

final step off the stairs and into her office.
    "What the fuck? Hey bud, Halloween's not for another month. We can play dress up if you want, but you gotta set up an appointment first," Donna said, as her surprise turned to anger. Walk-ins were not welcomed.
    The dead walker made a ghastly smile, pulling back the thinning lips and revealing yellow sharp teeth. It lurched forward, one slow step at a time, moving closer to Donna's desk.
    "I mean it dude. One more step and you'll regret coming up here. You'd better leave now. Go sleep it off somewhere else." Donna stood behind her desk. The unsnapped latex crotch pulled higher on her groin. Endorphins increased the flow of circulating blood, causing her labia to blush.
    The walking cadaver bumped into the desk, reaching out with his arms for the prize.
    "That's it!" Donna turned to the wall behind her. Black shelves aligned deep red painted walls, housing tools of a dominatrix's trade. She selected a leather strip flogger for one hand and a violent wand for the other. An electrical cracking noise sounded as she pushed a button on the wand. The batteries were fresh and ready to bring its pleasure or pain.
    "You want to party, big boy? Then, let's." Donna lashed out with the flogger. The two-foot long strips of knotted leather slapped the zombie across its face.
    It was undeterred, and gave no indication that it felt any pain at all.
    Donna whipped it back and forth against its head, hoping to drive it backward. It was like hitting a piece of wood, striking with no effect. In her zeal, the strips of leather caught the head of the zombie in the tangled mass, and wrapped around tightly. She immediately pulled down on the flogger, bringing its head hard against the desk. She pressed the violent wand into its back, and sent a charge of high voltage flowing through it.
    The creature swung its arm upward, hitting Donna on the wrist, and knocked the flogger from her grasp. Then she brought its claw like hand down. Its nails landed between her corset top and right breast. The nails dug into a layer of skin, leaving a trail of blood down to her nipple. The corset ripped away from her shoulder, and now hung below her exposed Double D tit.
    "You bastard! That's it. I'm not playing nice anymore." Donna pulled an acrylic walking cane from the wall and swung it back and forth through the air like a baseball bat.
    The zombie had righted itself, and managed to untangle the flogger from its head. It now approached Donna from around her desk. It felt no pain. It felt no fear. It only felt hunger. 
    Donna backed away and kicked her chair into its path. It bounced harmlessly off, and rolled away as the zombie stepped into it.
    Donna swung the cane towards its head. It missed, as at the last second she had to step back from its outreach. She swung again, hitting the left shoulder. The blow sent shock waves of pain up her arm as it came to a dead stop on what felt like petrified bone. Again, she had to quickly step back, running out of ideas on how to stop the undead invader.
    In a final effort, she raised the cane high overhead and brought it down straight on top of its skull. It left an indentation as the cane made its impact, but snapped in two on contact.
    The zombie hesitated, as if it lost its senses for a moment. Donna hoped and prayed that it would fall down and die. Her worst fear continued though. The zombie would show no quarter.
    As she backed away, she passed a mannequin of an executioner. It was complete with a black hood and a five-foot plastic double-edged axe. She pulled it off balance and it fell in front of the zombie. It caught its foot as it stepped forward, tripping and falling across it.
    An ornamental 12-inch knife displayed on the wall hung next to a mace with a round spiked ball on the end. Donna unhooked them both and bashed the zombie on the head with the mace as it tried to stand.
    "Take that," she said, "and that. Die motherfucker, die!"
    The mace was only a cheap