Posted by Ay-Wun on October 17, 2006 at 17:43:44:
Joanne awoke disoriented. Then panicked, realizing she was deeply immersed in liquid and small, lumpy. oblong cylinders, that somewhat weighed her down. She screamed, but there was no air for screaming. It came out as a gurgling rush of more liquid. She began moving around, then felt that the cylinders were moving. Swimming her way through those things, and upward. As light began to penetrate, she saw that those were pickles. She realized that the taste she'd been sensing in her mouth was brine. As she broke the surface, she saw that the level of the vat, in which she'd been immersed, was dropping.
Quickly Joanne swam to the side and reached up grasping the, barely still in reach, upper edge. She hung there for awhile, expelling briny water from her lungs, and began breathing air. Amazed at how much strength she had, and that she was alive, she pulled herself up and sat on the rim, thinking,
"How am I alive with that stuff in me, and moving around like it was air?!"
That triggered something. Memory began to flow into functionality. She remembered that Brad, her beloved, had died, leaving her bereft. He'd beem mangled in an explosion, they told her, so badly that it was a closed casket funeral. She never even had a last look at his face..
At first Joanne had thought to volunteer her meat and be done with everything. Then she realized that she couldn't, in good conscience, leave the job of automating the new pickle factory, installing the computer equipment, so she had carried on.
"Oh! That's where I am!" it suddenly came to her.
Memory after memory began to emerge from the seemingly empty haze that was her mind. It had taken over a year but, she was on the verge of activating the system, when Maria, her assistant, had told her she'd seen Brad, over in the processing section of the factory.
"Brad?!! You saw Brad?! Is this some sick kind of joke?!!" she cried.
"No Jo, I hesitated to even tell you, because, uh....!"she could hardly finish.
"Because what?!!" Joanne screamed, at her now cringing, friend.
"He - He's a zombie!!" she blurted.
Joanne stumbled back , aghast, and sat down hard in her chair, suddenly recalling how Brad had boasted of the extra pay he recieved for having a 'Zombie Clause' in his contract. The clause that gave them the right to zombify his body, for them to use as they wished, should he die.
"Was that the real reason for the closed casket?" she wondered. "Here! In this factory?!" Joanne suddenly asked, thinking this would be her chance to see him one more time. Maybe that could get her over him, seeing him that way.
"Over in the tank section." Maria answered, Carrying some huge, heavy railing sections, for installing. You know how strangely powerful zombies are! That, and extra dangerous jobs are how they use them."
"Yes," said Joanne, "I recall reading of that." as she looked over the readouts on the computer screen. "The final programming is just about in, Maria, I have to go check some things. If I'm not back in half an hour, you go ahead and push the button to set it all into motion!" she said, rising and leaving the control center.
As Joanne walked through the, as yet, silent, motionless, canning section, she thought of what she knew of the zombification process. There were two ways to become a zombie, by injection, in a laboratory of a fresh corpse, or the rarer way, by injection by a male zombie, of his semenal fluids. As she came into the tank building she, at first, saw no sign of any work going on, then caught a glimpse of movement high up, at the opposite end. She took the 'man lift' up to the top level, where she'd seen that, and trod the high cat walks over and around toward that section. Suddenly Joanne froze, aghast, at what she saw. Three zombie men, all nude, as zombies always were, were each carrying sections of railing that it would take two normal men to carry and setting them into their sockets.
They marched stiffly, like robots. One of them was, indeed, her Brad. That, she could recognize, in spite of a crushed area toward the back of his skull, most likely what had killed him. Pieces of him were obviously rotten, and small bits of flesh fell off, as he moved. His face, though blank, and seemingly insentient, was her beloved. The thing though that drew her eyes from that face, was the immense cock, nearly twice the seven inches her Brad had had and, seemingly stiff and hard always, showing not the slightest sign of rot. The other two had the same. The sight of those organs mesmerized Joanne, as they came nearer and nearer. Then he was right before her, setting a rail in place.
"Brad?" she said softly, "Do you know me?"
She knew this was futile, but had to try, and thereby, unwittingly, triggered, in zombie Brad, one of the few human traits retained, the mating instinct. Before Joanne could say more, or even budge an inch, he was upon her, throwing her down upon a conveyor belt that, when activated, would carry cucumbers to the tank to become pickles. His hands tore the clothing from her beautiful body, with not a care for her feelings.
"Brad! Brad! Brad!" she cried, but he looked right through her, not seeing, not caring.
Then, that gigantic cock was stretching her pussy lips wider than ever before.. This would have hurt terribly, had not the sight of Brad, and three huge tools, made her far wetter than she'd ever been.
" Oh yes darling!!" Joanne screamed, "I've missed you so!!"
But he, unheedingly, just slammed into her. There was nothing of the loving, gentle Brad, she'd adored, she realized, sadly, but that didn't prevent a fabulous orgasm from wracking her from head to toe. That ramming forced the head of that huge thing into the mouth of her cervix and, as she came down from her cum, it felt like a hose had begun flooding her uterus. If there were spasms of spurting, they were so close together that she couldn't sense them, as she was filled. Then it suddenly ceased, and Brad jerked out and took the rail from the hands of one of the others, who was swiftly into the gap that Brad had just quit. This one went immediately all the way into that. still open, cervix.
"OOO! UH!! OOOOO!!!"she gasped, as she felt odd knobs along the top of this tool, bumping across her G-spot and clitoris, bringing on another glorious climax.
Her womb had felt bloated by Brad, but as she was coming back, and this one began to spurt, she found that it was empty, having been absorbed into her tissues, which began to feel tingly and strangely cool. Another flooding ensued. The tingly coolness spread up and down her sexy body and Joanne knew she was becoming a zombie too. Her mind reeled, in horror, at what was happening to her, but that beautiful body reveled in it, as still another, even better cum coursed through her.
OH! EEEE!! AAAH!!!" she moaned and sighed, head jerking from side to side, as the third one fucked her to oblivion, this one plowing into her asshole, to fill her there.
Then she was empty, but now dazed, unable to budge. Her body felt frozen now, both in movement, and in the new coolness that suffused it. Dazedly she watched Brad and her other two ravishers continuing their work, as if nothing had interrupted it. At that instant the belt she lay on began to move.
"Oh god! Maria's started the factory!" just before she was falling into that pickling tank. Four feet of brine cushioned her landing. "I'll drown! she thought, alarmed, then cucumbers, brought by the same belt, began tumbling upon her, weighing her down, just as she blacked out.
"I'm a zombie!" Joanne thought, looking down at her very pale, still gorgeous, firm body. "If the pickles are draining, to be canned, it means I've been in the tank for two weeks pickling. That's what the program called for!" Then she knew she must have been unconscious all that time, awakened by the draining movement.
"How can I be thinking even this fuzzily? Zombies are hardly able to think at all!
Joanne looked down again, at her body, then pinched herself. Her body was nice and firm, showing no rotting at all. Not only that, she could feel it! It didn't hurt though, it actually felt great! It made her pussy begin to moisten and twitch, eager to be fucked. Urgent too be fucked! The only clothes she had on were the plastic, five inch, strappy pumps, and the brass buckles on those were verdigris green, from the brine.
"Somehow, the pickling must have modified the zombification process, so that I can still think!" she mused, "And my meat seems preserved too."
"My meat! My meat!!" Joanne cried aloud now, "I'm pickled, but still maybe edible! The damn factory is running, so I can try to volunteer my meat, if only they'll take it!"
She rose and began running up the cat walk, toward the 'man lift' , to the exit.
"All I know is," Joanne screamed, going out the door, "I've gotta get fucked right now!!"
She ran toward Hill's Meats processing plant, two blocks away. Halfway there, a man was eating his lunch on the steps of a building.
"What luck!" she thought, running up to him and, uncerimoniously, unzipping his fly. "I need this!!" was all she said to the startled guy, as she pulled out a nice, thick cock that, in her sucking mouth, quicly stiffened to eight inches. He laid back on the steps, really enjoying this surprise treat then, even more, as the gorgeous girl reared up to plunge her sopping pussy down onto it.
"Hey! What's up Ed?" said a smiling guy, coming out to join his friend for lunch.
"My other hole too, please!!" begged Joanne, frantically humping up and down on the cock inside her.
"Hey Frank! C'mon out and see what Ed and me have!!" shouted the second man, into the door just before skilfully timing his thrust into her rapidly moving asshole, and swiftly getting into her rhythm.
"Here-gasp-here!!" Joanne croaked, opening her lovely lips wide for the third guy, barely able to do any more, as her body shook in orgasm.
Somehow, in the midst of that, she managed to swallow another really big prick. Joanne then noticed some changes in herself, the muscles of both her lower holes were rhythmically contracting and loosening automatically on those cocks, like hands milking a cow, which gave her fabulous sensations, and must have made her a super fuck fuck for those men. The same was happening in her throat and she, apparantly, had no need to breath, except to have air in her lungs to speak. She was amazed at how easily, realy great, orgasms came to her, as she came right along with the guys in her cunt and ass, then again, a minute later as she swallowed the delicious spunk of the man in her mouth. That was the best thing she'd ever tasted. It seemed this zombie state amplified all her senses.
"WOW!! You're the best damn fuck I've ever had!!" praised Ed, as she turned to suck him clean, and get the taste of their mixed juices.
"I'll say!" said the one she'd sucked, "Can I have you again, some time?!"
"I'm afraid not," she replied, "Even though you guys were sensational! I'm heading for Hill's to see if they'll take my meat!"
"What a shame! A fuck like you should be a national treasure, not meat!" said the one called Ed.
The second man had rushed back inside, probably to wash himself off.
"Sorry, I've made my mind up on that," she apologized, turning to go, "But if they don't take me I'll be back for more."
When Joanne made up her mind on anything, she carried it through to the end. Just as she'd finished the factory job, in spite of her grief. She'd been thrilled by the idea of being meat for years, and had almost decided to do that when she met and fell in love with Brad. On leaving the factory, she had only two aims, to get fucked, and to offer her body as meat. She had accomplished the first and strode now, determinedly toward Hill's Meats.
The stunning, nude red head at the Hill's Meats reception desk looked agape at the beautiful, unnaturally pale woman who strode through the door and asked if they would take her meat.
"B-But you look like a zombie!" the girl blurted, then pressed a pretty hand to her sweet lips, worrying if that was too un-PC.
"I know, I think I am, but I suspect I'm still edible. Could you get a meat inspector to check me out?"
The girl handed her the standard application, to fill out, the routine she'd been told to follow, this being her first, and last day on the job. She was scheduled for processing herself, in the morning. In a space near the bottom was a large area labeled, "Special Circumstances or Processing Requests". There Joanne explained her situation. Just as she was signing the form, a tall, good looking, blonde man in a lab smock, came in and introduced himself as Aaron Hill, the Official Meat Examiner. A quizical look came upon his face as he scanned the form, then his eyebrows raised as he read her statement.
"Aha! So that explains it! When you disappeared, those at the factory assumed you'd gone off to be meat, as you'd said you would. I guess those zombies cleaned up your clothes, so there was no sign there. They made a routine inquiry to us then, I guess, dropped the matter. If you're a zombie though, you're inedible!"
"I think I am, won't you please check me?! I'm sure the pickling has made me different from other zombies!" she pleaded.
"Well, you surely look different and really edible, even with that parchment pale skin. C'mon into the testing lab."
He carried out all the standard tests, prodding all the parts of Joanne's lovely body then, after the deep vaginal and anal probes, stuck needles deep into her tits, buttocks, and several other places, then had an instrument scan the needles.
"Well dear, in almost every way, you are Grade A Plus, and your meat has not degenerated, even though, you are indeed, no longer alive, in the human sense. May I?" he added politely, as he presented a nice, eight inch prick, to her ever moist pussy.
"Oh! Please do Aaron!" Joanne responded, laying back on the examining table she had been sitting on, and scooting her cunt forward to accept him.
"My god! You're fantastic!!" he cried, cumming much sooner than he usually did, under her pussy's ministrations. She barely heard his praise, as she had a wonderful cum of her own. "I actually think you're right about your meat. though it may be a bit salty, but I better make one last test."
As he said that he picked up a surgical shears and snipped off two of the smallest of her pretty toes. The sensation of a very much different pain made Joanne cum again, as the Examiner put the toes into cage containing two white lab rats. The rats sniffed, tasted with their tongues, then gobbled the toes down.
"If the rats are still okay in a couple of hours," said Hill, leaving the room, "We'll know your meat is safe to use."
It was two hours later that her Examiner returned, during which time Joanne was being continuously screwed, in every way, by every man in the plant, and several who had been called to get in on this sensational fuck. Upon his return, Hill waved a line of disappointed out of the room and slid himself once more in. As he enjoyed her wonderful technique and saw the rats scampering about and seeming to be begging for more, he picked up the shears again and snipped off a big toe, popping it into his mouth. The odd, pain like sensation gave Joanne another instant orgasm.
"Mmmm! Pickled girl is delicious!!" he exclaimed, then came, with an ecstatic look on his face. "I wonder why no chef ever thought of pickling girls." said Hill, as he was licked clean by Joanne.
"Say, what's that?" noticing a clear, viscous liquid oozing from where he'd lopped the toe. He took some on his finger and tasted it. "Oh! That's great too! Sorta between salty and sweet, It'll make a great sauce! It must be zombie blood, or pickled zombie blood. I never heard of it in other zombies." Before he could save more, in a container, the flow stopped.
"How did you want to be cooked hon? I think I'll save your feet and hands as snacks."
"I always dreamt of oven roasting live, can I do that?" Joanne asked, in pleading tones, surprised she'd have a choice.
"Great idea!" he enthused, I wonder if you'll even be alive....Well zombie alive, when you're done." he pondered, taking a surgical saw from a drawer.
After calling the Oven Roast department, to get an oven ready, and to tell them the circumstances, he proceeded to saw off Joanne's pretty feet, letting them and the stumps drain into a pan. As he did this, Joanne shook with orgasm after orgasm. After that oozing stopped, he did the same with her hands, giving even more pleasure to the lovely girl. As he was sawing, he mused,
"I wonder if we can get this same effect from just drowning girls in brine?" eying the red headed receptionist, who had been assisting him.
By the time the chef's crew arrived, the oozing of fluids had ceased, after leaving about a gallon. Hill set aside the feet and hands, along with a glassful of the goo and told them they should try the rest as a bast. The two strong women lifted Joanne onto a gurney like cart with no pad on its steel work top, and wheeled her away. The Examiner followed along to see how she turned out. Chef Gregg was waiting in the Roasting Room, having been briefed on the phone.
"Ah! You've kept her feet and hands! Having soup?"
"No, I told you, she's a pickled zombie, and quite edible!" Picking up a knife he sliced a bit off Joanne's right ankle, bringing still another climax. "Here try her!" and handed it to the chef.
"Mmmm, you're right, quite tasty!" he said around his chewing. "Why not market her this way?"
I'm sure we will some others, in the future, but I want to see how this first one cooks up."
"Right, should we gut her?"
"Sure, why not? Since she's undead it should be easy, even though my anal probe found nothing harmful. I also want to see how long she stays undead. Hmmm, I think I'll try one of these pretty morsels first."
Joanne came again, really hard, as he sliced off her right nipple and began chewing on it and licked her leaking tit. Her head was just clearing from that, when she went into orgasm overdrive as the chef sliced her open from sternum to pussy mound and pulled her guts into a bin. When he cut them loose , an amber jelly oozed out of one end. Aaron Hill reached a finger in and then tasted that.
"Wow! It's like a slightly salty taffy pudding! She makes her own dessert!!"
They all took a taste, shaking their heads enthusiastically. In her happy, orgastic delirium, Joanne was barely aware of being stuffed, sewn up, and trussed up like a turkey, then put into a pan. All of this was much more wonderful than she'd ever imagined, and she realized she was sort of a pioneer in zombie cuisine.
As they slid her into the blazing hot oven, she became aware, for the first time, that her whole body, except her mouth, cunt, and asshole had been cold. As the pain of the searing heat gave her more wonderful climaxes, she wamed up. As she did, her mind became less and less active. Cumming and cumming were her last sensations, as even undeadness vanished.
"Sherry," said Aaron Hill into his intercom, to the lovely red head, in reception, as he smiled at his two, unsmiling zombie guests, "Would you come in here please? I'd like you to meet my guests! Should I tell her of the tank I've reserved at the pickle plant?" he asked them.
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