Words by Rain DeGrey

My friend Emily was a very very good girl with some very dark inner desires. A childhood spent being raised in a conservative Christian family had given her a deep sense of raging guilt over all of the perverse things she now found herself craving as an adult. It was a hard one for her. Which is how she somehow ended up hatching the plan of having a vigorous gangbang. With zombies. Yes, zombies.

"Because I have always secretly wanted to experience a gangbang, but still feel kinda weird about it but if I do it with zombies it wouldn't really COUNT, see?" She explained to me with her big eager impish eyes. It didn't take much talking to convince me. If my friend needed me to dress up as a zombie in order to assuage her guilt about wanting to be aggressively gangbanged, who was I to say no? I am a giver like that.

This wasn't going to be any kind of half-assed zombie gangbang either, my friends and I took this sort of thing SERIOUSLY. As one should, really. The gangbang group that was selected, three men and three women in total, ended up getting a professional makeup artist to airbrush our faces, and the make-up artist went so far as to glue bits of torn rubber gloves onto us to get that all important peeling rotten skin look. The local thrift stores were raided to get the right kind of clothes that said "fresh outta the grave" and bloody hand prints were plastered all over our torn clothing with stage blood. The three girl zombies sported handy intimidating looking strap-ons and the boys were rocking their natural equipment. We were ready to thoroughly ravish us some tender ex-Christian flesh.

Emily was shoved into the medical themed room of our local play space behind a cardboard door we had made that was held up in place with duct tape. Bloody handprints made from dipping our hands in poster paint trailed tragically down the front of it and there was a bright red "Warning! Biohazards! Caution!" sign stuck on the middle. Like I said, the six of us took our zombieing seriously. If you are going to go for it, you might as well go all the way. Once our quivering victim was deposited in the ruins of the zombie plague lab and the door was taped in place it was gangbang time. 

With a collective group run... errr... shuffle, we busted down the cardboard door that was between us and our prey and lurched as one decaying mass into the medical room, hopefully growling "braaaiinnns?" Emily was nowhere to be seen. Completely MIA. Our deathly rattles died in our hoarse zombie throats as we scanned the compact little room. Still no Emily. Had we lost her? Somehow accidentally failed to actually seal her up in the room? Were we zombie gangbang failures? There didn't appear to be anywhere she could actually be and there was only one piece of furniture-an old school medical table.

Fear can make for some interesting situations, and Emily somehow had folded herself up as compact as flesh origami and wedged herself deeply inside the upper recesses of the medical table. It was single quiet breathy squeak that gave her away. Once our victim had been located, the pillaging was on with a vengeance. 

12 decaying hands reached in and plucked her quivering ass out from the depths before she was splayed over the table. It was no easy feat to pull off and the first time I truly realized just how hard it can be to put your penis in someone that was not cooperating with you. We managed to shred her clothing off in short order, but actual repeated penetration eluded us. Emily was like trying to hold onto a bag of feisty squirming snakes.

The small crowded room rapidly became warm and moist with the breath of seven panting people. There was no traction to be had on the slick floor and I felt as if I was in the middle of a particularly grueling session at the gym. The six of us evil zombies were slipping and sliding around in a treacherous mix of lube and stage blood and shredded clothing scattered all over the floor. Moans, groans and the muttering of "braiinnns" echoed deafeningly off of the walls, which had quickly become so blood splattered they resembled Jackson Pollock paintings. I stopped worrying so much about fucking the zombie bait and focused more on not falling flat on my ass. It is hard to respect a strap on sporting zombie flailing around on their back in a pool of blood like an overturned turtle. 

To be perfectly honest, in the end it was not a particularly successful gangbang. Too many penises, not enough holes to go around and our bag of holes was not holding still or helping in any way. We were all winded and slimy sweaty hot beneath our glued-on rubber gloves and thick makeup. Plus I was jammed into a tiny room with a bunch of my friends all dressed up as walking corpses. At one point we all caught each others' eyes and just started cracking up at the utter ridiculousness of the whole situation. With that the scene came to a close and Emily went off to find a much needed shower.

But you know what? No regrets. If one of my friends needs to be raped by six zombies, I will step up to the plate and dish out some decaying dick anytime. That is just the kind of friend that I am.

Rain DeGrey is a veteran performer with over eight years in the industry who is blessed with both an extremely open mind and a very twisted sense of humor. When she is not being a Professional Naked Person she keeps herself busy as a writer, educator, and performer. For more Rain DeGrey, go to raindegrey.com, raindegrey.net and @raindegrey on twitter.