ZOMBIES, SEX, AND...MORE NECROPHILIA?? By: SASHA SLAUGHTER

Hey all you necrophiliacs out there!! EWWW!! That was gross right??? Good. Sasha Slaughter here with you for the final time this week...and this month too! Today I'll be going gross on y'all, I hope you like it =). I'll be reviewing, “ Masters of Horror Episode 12: Haeckel's Tale.” (also known as Clive Barker's Haeckel's Tale). George A. Romero was originally supposed to direct the episode but was replaced by John McNaughton due to a scheduling conflict. It was written by Mick Garris and was based on a Clive Barker short story first published in the anthology series “Dark Delicacies: Original Tales of Terror and the Macabre.”

The story is set in the late 19th century and begins with a young man named Edward Ralston. He goes to an old woman named Miz. Carnation, who lives in an old cabin deep in the woods. Ralston asks Miz. Carnation, who happens to be a necromancer, to revive his recently deceased wife. Miz. Carnation refuses and decides to tell him the story of Ernst Haecke.

She tells him that if he still wishes his wife to be revived after hearing the story, she will grant his wish. The tale begins with medical student Ernst Haeckel, who is trying to follow in the footsteps of Victor Frankenstein, and his quest to bring the dead back to life. He argues with his professor the existence of God and says he can prove he can bring the dead to life.

His professor agrees to watch the demonstration at Haeckel's lab. When the professor and other students arrive they see a dead naked woman on a table with various metal things attached to her. Haeckel flips a switch and harnesses the power of lightning to electrocute the woman back to life. The woman is electrocuted and then quickly catches fire. Everyone laughs at his desperate attempt and leaves.

Chester brings in another body to Haeckel and he tells him that he doesn't want it because he's failed and cannot figure out how to bring the dead back to life. Chester suggests that Haeckel goes to see a necromancer named Montesquino at a nearby park who claims he can raise the dead. Haeckel is skeptical and doesn't believe that the man can do such a thing. Chester tells him he's seen it with his own eyes and that he should see for himself.

That night Haeckel goes to see Montesquino in the park to see if he can really revive the dead. Montesquino says he has a non-believer in the crowd and offers to demonstrate his powers. He shows the crowd a dead dog in a basket and tells him he will bring it back to life. He starts saying some sort of spell and there is barking and whining coming from the basket. He lifts the lid and the dog is alive.

Later that night while he is still in utter shock, Haeckel decides to visit Montesquino and asks him to show him how to bring the dead back to life. Montesquino tells him no because it took years to master the craft and that he can tell Haeckel is a non-believer. The following morning Haeckel receives a letter from his fathers doctor saying that he is very ill and only has days left. He decides to go visit him and sets off on foot.

 He walks all day and night when it starts to rain. He takes cover over an old oak tree and starts a fire. A man finds him and introduces himself as Wolfram and offers to let Haeckel stay in his home for the night to get out of the rain. He tells Haeckel is it unwise to stay outside and Haeckel demands to know why it is unwise. Wolfram tells him that because he is young he probably doesn't fear the workings of the world and that there are nights when it's good not to sleep next to a place where the dead are laid to rest. He moves the tree branch and shows him what he calls Necropolis.

He takes Haeckel back to his house and introduces him to his young wife Elise. Haeckel is instantly attracted to her and she feels the same way. During dinner Wolfram asks Haeckel if he has ever been in love, and Haeckel tells him only fleetingly. He then asks Haeckel is he has ever experienced physical love. Haeckel is offended and lets Wolfram know that he crossed the line.

He apologizes and Haeckel says that he is tired. He is lying in bed and sees Elise staring out the window and touching herself through her clothes (Someone needs to diddle!). She catches him staring at her and stops touching herself but continues staring out the window. Some time later he awakens and sees Wolfram handing Montesquino money and shortly after he sees Elise in the kitchen nursing a baby. Just then he hears a piercing scream coming from the woods. Elise goes to leave and Wolfram asks if she has to go and she runs out the door.

Wolfram begins crying when Haeckel comes out of his room to see what’s going on. It is then that Wolfram tells him that he cannot satisfy his wife and that Haeckel himself wouldn't be able to either. Haeckel brings up the fact that they have a child but Wolfram tells him that it's not his, and that the baby's father is dead. He tells Haeckel that he has sold everything he can so his wife can be satisfied.

Haeckel is confused and runs out the door to follow the screams he hears in the necropolis. Wolfram catches up with him and pleads with him not go and find Elise and tells him that he doesn't understand. He tells him that Elise is in love with her first husband and always will be. Haeckel goes into the necropolis and cannot believe what he's seeing- he sees Elise having sex with a corpse whom Wolfram tells him is Elise's dead husband.

Wolfram ties to tell Elise that it is time to go home, but some of the corpses attack and kill him. Haeckel demands that Montesquino stop what’s happening but he tells him he can't. Angry and frustrated, Haeckel shoots the necromancer as he tries to escape.

He tells him one last time to make it stop and he tells Haeckel that it will stop when the sun comes up and there's no other way. Before he dies, Montesquino slams Haeckel into a tomb and he is knocked unconscious. The following morning Haeckel wakes up and goes back to the cabin and finds Elise nursing a baby, and she asks Haeckel to hold him. He hesitates and she shoves the baby into Haeckel's chest and the baby rips out his throat...........

WOW!!! What a sadistic little corpse zombie baby. Yikes! If you wanna know the rest, check out “Masters of Horror: Haeckel's Tale.” But I will say, if you don't like gore or horror or necrophilia for that matter, I wouldn't recommend this episode.

I don't even know where to begin! This episode was AHHHHHMAZING!! It had everything a girl could ask for...blood, guts, boobs, necrophilia (not that I'm into that or anything), death, and a homicidal zombie baby. It was AWESOME!! Ahhhh!!! The plot was freaking incredible. Mick Garris is a true horror genius!

This episode had zombies, necrophilia, intestines, sex, blood, black magic and gore all crammed into one hour...genius I tell you! And the ending sort of blew my mind, I never saw it coming at all. The special effects were great, the acting was decent and the story itself is just all kinds of disturbing. I mean, a hot chick boinking zombies in a graveyard every night from sunset to sunrise and liking it??? WOW!!!Just thinking about that give me the wiggins.

Although I'm not too crazy about the corpses being fertile and able to procreate, that's kinda not believable. It's like vampires having sperm and being able to reproduce...WHAT?? It doesn't make sense! But we're not talking about vampires here, we're talking about a girl fornicating with the dead...isn't that illegal??

Hmm. Anyway, I'm gonna give Haeckel's Tale a solid 5 out of 5. I usually never score anything a 5, but this episode was gross and awesome and disturbing and I like stuff like that. I definitely may watch this again in the future!! Since you're here reading about getting it on with corpses, how about going to see what Zane's got going on??? It may not involve zombie sex, but it will probably still be gross. Thanks for stopping by Dead End Horror.

Sasha Slaughter

                                                                  

BRAIN EATING ZOMBIES AND A NAKED GRAVE DANCIN CHICK!!! By: SASHA SLAUGHTER

If the house is rockin, don't come knockin!! OWWW!!! Well, my house was rocking earlier, and it wasn't because of you're thinkin =) That's right, we felt a little of the shake from the quake....yikes! Anyway, let's get down to it! Today I'll be reviewing Night of the Living Dead...old school right!!?? Well, I've never seen the whole thing, so I decided what the hell, it's got zombies and as you all know, I loves me some brain eatin zombies!! It came out in 1985 and was directed by Dan O' Bannon.

In this horror/comedy two employees from a medical supply company unknowingly release several zombies from cylinders that they've been trapped in for years. It causes local citizens to deal with a large scale zombie epidemic. Frank is showing new employee Freddy the ropes when he mentions that there are bodies in basement that have been there for fourteen years. He tells him that they came from the Army when a chemical seeped into the morgue and brought the dead back to life. The Army attempted to get rid of the problem and accidently shipped the contaminated soil and dead bodies to the medical supply company.

They go into the basement and look at the cylinders. Frank taps on one of them to assure Freddy that they are sturdy and when he does, it breaks causing a chemical gas to be released into the basement and out of the warehouse. The gas causes Freddy and Frank to pass out and when they come to they are both starting to feel sick. They come out of the basement and hear strange noises coming from the warehouse. They go to find that the stuffed dogs they sell to veterinarian school have come to life and then they hear screaming coming from where they keep dead bodies.

A colonel from the Army is talking to his wife about finding the missing bodies. He tells her he can't rest until they are found and that they could be anywhere. While Freddy and Frank try to figure out what the noises are, his friends are waiting in the graveyard for him to get off of work. They all want to party but don't have anywhere to go so they take a radio to the graveyard and hang out. (And then comes the part with the creepy red head named "Trash" dancing naked on a grave...I guess that's supposed to iconic or something??). Anyway, Frank decides to call his boss Burt and tell him what happened.                                          

When Burt arrives Frank explains what happened. They tell him about the screams coming from where the dead bodies are kept. They come up with a plan to kill the cadaver and then destroy the evidence. Frank opens the door and the cadaver runs out headed straight for Burt. They catch it and bury a pick axe into it's brain but it wont die. So Burt decides to chop it up in pieces. He tells Frank and Freddy that he has a friend that runs a mortuary and he's going to ask him to help them. Burt goes to the morgue and asks his friend Ernie (Haha...Burt and Ernie!) for help. At first he tells him there are rabid weasels in the bag and they need to destroy them. But when Burt says he'll take them outside and shoot them Burt finally tells him what's actually in the bag. He shows Ernie the body parts and Ernie agrees to help him by burning the parts in the incinerator.

As the body is being burned the chemical gas is released into the air and then it starts to rain. Freddy's friends are in the graveyard when the rain starts and they run to their car yelling that the rain is burning their skin. As the rain soaks into the ground, it begins to bring corpses back to life. Tina goes to the medical warehouse to look for Freddy and she goes into the basement. One of the things from the cylinders attacks her yelling that it wants her brains. Her friends come and rescue her and they all leave the warehouse and run back into the graveyard. Trash gets attacked by zombies (Thankfully, I was tired of seeing that bitch naked) and the rest of her friends escape. Three of them manage to make it to the mortuary when Ernie calls 911 and asks for paramedics to come because there are two men that are poisoned.  

The EMT's show up and can't get a pulse or blood pressure Frank or Freddy. They say that their body temperature is 70 degrees and that it's not normal. The EMT's go to get stretchers when they are attacked by zombies. Freddy's friends make it to the mortuary and tell Burt that there are bodies all over the place and that they're killing people. They begin boarding up the mortuary to keep the zombies out. When questioned about what's wrong with Frank and Freddy, Burt finally admits that a chemical was released when Frank and Freddy were messing with the cylinders in the basement. He tells them that the chemical gas escaped and they both breathed it in and it's causing them to get sick.

Frank and Freddy complain of stiffness and pain and Ernie checks them and says that they are starting to exhibit signs of rigor mortis and that they are dying. Just then zombies break into the mortuary and kill one of Freddy's friends. Ernie grabs the zombie and straps it to a table in the embalming room. It starts talking and tells him that they want to eat their brains because it takes the pain of being dead away. They decide to lock Freddy and Frank in the chapel incase they turn into zombies. Tina insists on being locked in the room with Freddy. Shortly after they are locked in, Freddy turns into a zombie and tries to attack Tina. Ernie comes into the room and grabs her and they try and board the doors shut. Right before Frank turns into a zombie he puts himself in the incinerator to die.

Burt and Spider go outside and get in a cop car to try and get help. They end up at the warehouse and call the cops. The cops set up a barricade to try and stop whatever was happening but the zombies break through and start killing all of the cops. Back at the mortuary, only Ernie and Tina are left so they block themselves into the attic to keep from being killed. Burt finally realizes that no one is coming to help so he calls the number on the cylinders in the basement. He gets patched through to Colonel Glover and explains to him what's happening. Colonel Glover calls the General and tells him that they've found the cylinders in Louisville, KY but they have been opened. Burt is told that the Army had a plan in place to deal with the cylinders incase they were to be opened. The Army then lines up a missle and....

BOOOM!! What?? Idk, watch and see what happens dammit! Now, let's see what I thought shall we?? Ehh.. I gotta say, it's super cheesy. The acting is wayyyy over the top and the characters in the movie definitely look 80's! Too funny. I guess because I'm "new school" I'm not really used to seeing old stuff like that. That movie is older than me! I think overall I'd give it a 2.5 out of 5. I love zombies and everything, but this movie was one giant cheese doodle man! I know it was made in the 80's and everything, but yeesh! I will admit that the special effects were kinda cool. That zombie thing from they cylinder was creepy, except for the face. That made me laugh. It's eyes were all funny looking. Didn't really match the body, you know what I'm saying??

And the zombie skeleton writhing on the table bitching about wanting to eat brains was pretty cool too. I must say though, that red haired girl was kind of annoying. Not only was her acting bad, I was tired of seeing her naked. JEEZ! She was naked for practically the whole movie. I was tired of seeing her boobs, butt and vadge!! GROSS! There was a good amount of blood and brain matter, which was great and the zombies looked kinda creepy. It was all good except for that naked red haired bitch. For real! Now you know my thoughts, how about you go on and see what Zane is thinking?? Thanks for stopping by! We appreciate it mucho!

SASHA SLAUGHTER

CORPSE WORMS! BY: ZOMBIE ZANE

YO! What’s good out there horror fans? It’s your good buddy Zombie Zane and yes, I am coming to ya live and direct from the motherfuckin seven six one oh seven. So I was gonna wait and post the last part of my short story on Friday. But why drag it out? In case you haven’t been following this blog, then hop off this post and read the first three parts. You can find them on last weeks posts and the third part you can find on the main page. Just do some exploring. You might stumble across some other shit that melts your butter. Or better yet, why not just back every day like Tuesday through Friday. ( We post 4 days a week) Besides, if you come and join us, we can have a threesome. Or a foursome. The more the merrier. We got enough good shit for everyone.

So, speaking of threesomes, how about we cut out the foreplay and get to today’s post. So let’s put away the toys and the KY(yes, I like it freaky!) And get to part four of, “Corpse Fucker.”

PART FOUR...

Nanette hurried down the hall toward her front door tying her robe in the process.  “Coming,” she said as she got closer to the door.  She looked out of the peephole and her heart instantly skipped a beat. Adrenaline pulsated through her body.  Which is a natural reaction when two policemen are standing on your front porch.  You just don’t see that coming.

Max climbed into the bathtub.  The bathtub held no water, just Julie Nash.  Her skin wasn’t looking as good as it was a few days ago.  It was more discolored and it had a few more open sores.  Last night Max had actually fucked one of those sores and had thoroughly enjoyed himself.  It had been a kind of a spur of the moment thing.  But that was last night.  She didn’t smell near as bad then.  Julie Nash was starting to reek.  He would have to dispose of her tomorrow.  Maybe even tonight.  Yeah, for sure tonight he thought as he rolled Julie over on her stomach.  But one more time for shits and giggles.  

                                                          

                                                                     

“Nanette Banks?”

“Yes?”

“I’m officer Tamblin and this is my partner officer Meeks.  Do you have a minute?”

“Umm...sure.  What can I do for you officer?”  Nanette’s mind began to race.  What could the Fort Worth P.D.  want with her?

Max looked down at Julie.  She had the perfect ass.  Even as a corpse her ass had held it’s round shape.  An onion booty.  Max was a sucker for girls with a big round ass.  He reached for the tube of KY jelly and squirted a generous amount of it in his left palm.

“Would you like to come in?”  Nanette asked the two officers.

“Well, Ms. Banks, this is a matter that we really need to sort out at the station.”  Officer Tamblin said.

“The station?”

“Yes ma’am.  When we get a call from a doctor regarding corpse worms the law states that we take the suspect in.  We got a call from a Dr. Currier.  I’m afraid you have some explaining to do Ms. Banks.”

                                                          THE END

YIKES!! That was rather nasty huh? Anyway, Maybe I didn’t do the best job of splitting this up, but whatever. I hope you did enjoy it though. Anyway, that’s all. I do have some more grizzly horror on tap for this week. I got a couple movie reviews that you will not wanna miss. And I know that the busty Sasha Slaughter has some stuff she’d like to share with you as well. Maybe she’ll give you a little something extra...

So on that note, until tomorrow, take care, stay a-scared and I am out!
                                                                                                                                        



                                                         

MORE FUN WITH A DEAD BODY BY: ZOMBIE ZANE

What’s happ’n captain’s! Coming at ya live and very much direct from the seven six one oh seven.  ‘Bout that time for me to get in your ear again, yes? Got some good shit lined up for ya this week though. We got gore, we got nudity, we got necrophilia.  We got a wacked-out bitch cutting off her clit with some scissors. And the piece de resistance...A fuckin’ boner that cums blood! Hell to the yeah! I know that last line may have sounded weird, but in my head it made perfect fuckin’ sense. Don’t worry. All the clit cutting and the blood cuming will be explained. Not in this article however, but cuming this week.  (Did you see what I did there? Cuming this week...rather than coming this week?) Again, that may have sounded better upstairs in my beer- riddled dome. So let’s cut out the foreplay and get to today’s post.

As you may or may not know, I’ve been posting one of my short stories over the last week.  If you haven’t been reading, fuck off out of here and read last weeks shit and THEN come back correct. Did that sound harsh? Sorry. Too much Chef Ramsey I guess. I love me some “Hells Kitchen!” Anyway, last week I posted parts one and two of my story, “Corpse Fucker.” And I figured to kick off this week, I’d post part three. So without further ado, let’s get to part three of “Corpse Fucker.”

Nanette’s visit to Dr. Currier’s office had been far from routine.  She had never been so humiliated.  It was bad enough going for a routine ‘Well Woman’ exam, but this, this far exceeded that.  The worst part was when they had to suck the mealy gray infection out of her.  The nurse actually had to leave the room during the process.  It was the smell.  Had to have been the smell. The good news was all of it was over.  Well, almost.  She still had to get her RX filled and apply it twice a day for two weeks until the infection cleared itself up. As soon as this was over, the better. Nanette had learned her lesson.  And learned it well.  

After a taxing morning with the exam and all, Nanette wanted nothing more than to relax and wash the sticky minutes off of her body.  She went to the bathroom and turned on the hot water.  She stripped off her clothes and threw them aside on the bathroom floor.  She was just about to immerse herself in the hot, soothing water when she heard a loud, a loud and rude knocking at her front door.

Max stood naked over his bathtub.  She was in the tub already.  She was waiting for him.  She always waited for him.  No matter what.  “I missed you baby.  I fucking missed you so much.  How’s my girl?” 

“Just a second,” Nanette called. Who could that be? All she wanted to do was take a shower and climb into bed.  And now someone was at the door. “Goddamn,” Nanette said through clinched teeth.

“Room for one more?”  Max asked.  “Oh now don’t look at me that way.  You know that I love you.  I told you I was sorry.  It won’t happen again. I swear.”  Max ran the tip of his tongue across his top lip.  He wanted her.  Wanted her so fucking bad.  He took his index finger and rubbed the pre cum across the head of his cock.  Julie Nash just stared up at him through her glassy, unseeing eyes....      

And OH SHIT! That’s where the party ends for today my friend.(s.) Ya gotta check back to see what’s what. We’ll just have to leave Nanette and Max alone for now. Wonder what will happen? Ok, so that’s that and I am spent. Be sure and check out Sasha’s stuff too. She’s wearing a tee shirt with no bra. I know I’m on my way there now. So check her out.  Until tomorrow, take care, stay a-scared, and I am out!            

ZOMBIE 'FATS' ZANE

                                                                                                                                                                                                    

                                                                                                                                          

ANOTHER DEAD FUCK BY: ZOMBIE 'FATS' ZANE

..."Good Weed, white wine. I come alive in the night-time." Not that we condone drug and alcohol use here at Dead End Horror. We wanna be role models for today’s youth. And the Bullshit meter keeps on rising! AND RISING!

Zombie ‘Fuckin’ Zane here once again. And once again coming to ya live and direct from the seven six one oh seven. For those who care, we are now officially back to football and I can’t wait to see how my New York Giants are gonna fare this year. I’m approaching the season with cautious optimism, it looks rather dicey for us I’m afraid. But this ain’t a sports blog and I DO tend to ramble. How ‘bout we do some horror, yes?

So like a couple days ago, I posted part one of my story, "Corpse Fucker." Which you may or may not have read. Anyway, I’m gonna go ahead and post the second and final part of this mini-opus. So enough foreplay. Let’s get to part dos of "Corpse Fucker."

PART 2 of Corpse Fucker...　

"Doctor Currier’s office. How can I help you this morning?" The jaunty voice on the other end of the line said. And why shouldn’t that voice be jaunty and full of pep? The woman attached to that voice didn’t have something wrong with her vagina. She wasn’t having a burning sensation, she wasn’t having something foreign oozing out of her. She was probably on top of the fucking world.

"Umm...Hi. My name is Nanette Banks and I need to see Dr. Currier as soon as possible."

Her crotch had started itching again. She knew better than to scratch it. She had learned that lesson yesterday. Learned it and learned it well. Yesterday she had scratched at it and by the evening the itching had been replaced with an icy-hot burn that pulsated from the inside out. It felt as is if she were getting reamed out by a baseball bat wrapped up in barbed wire.

And then, there was the mealy-gray gelatinous ooze that seeped out of her. Seeped out of her from down there. And it smelled rank and musty. The smell reminded her of spoiled Spaghettios with extra parm cheese. Her vagina had been turned into an Italian restaurant. She couldn’t even fathom what was wrong with her. All this had happened so suddenly. The itching had only started two days ago and it had rapidly progressed from there. She rushed to the bathroom and vomited.

What the fuck is happening to Nanette? I guess you’re gonna have to check back next week to see what’s what. I thought I was gonna do this in two parts, but due to editing, and my anal-retentiveness, I have just decided (on the fly) that I’m gonna milk this thing out a bit.
So until next time, take care, stay a-scared, and I am out!

ZOMBIE 'FATS' ZANE

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SHE WAS A TOTAL DEAD FUCK By: ZOMBIE 'FATS' ZANE

HEY NOW! Coming to ya live and direct from the motherfuckin’ seven six one oh seven. Also known as the hottest place in the world. Summer is still whopping our ass’ here in the oh seven but your buddy Zombie Zane sits cool in the fan. Cool in the fan y’all. So this week at Dead End Horror, we’re just gonna be kinda doing random things. No real theme. Just a hodgepodge of horror. Ya dig?

So, since this is mixed bag of horror week, I thought I’d post something other than a movie review. (And yes, I can write other shit. Contrary to popular belief.) So about a year ago I wrote a short story just for shits and giggles. I’ve written many of the last few years but this one is one of my favorites. So instead of a movie review, or a top ten list, I thought I’d share with you the first part of my story. I may break it into like three parts and post one part each week for the rest of this month. Or I may do it all this week. Not sure yet. But when I decide, you cats will be the first to know. So, how about we cut out the foreplay, and get to my story, yes? It’s called ‘Corpse Fucker.’ Great title, yes? Enjoy part one.
　

　
CORPSE FUCKER
By: Zombie Zane
　
PART ONE

Ali’S Bar and Grill was unusually crowded for a Tuesday night. In fact, it was a regular beehive of activity. Then again, Ali was tending bar and her margs were legendary. Everyone on the west side of Fort Worth new of Ali and her margs. She didn’t normally tend the bar anymore, not since her brother Dillon had bought the place and named it after her. She was actually the manager but sometimes she would jump back behind the bar just for kicks. And she was a great bartender.

"Heya Nanette! How are you? Want your usual?" Ali said as she quickly swabbed the counter with a white dish towel.

Nanette was just about to request her usual drink when an idea struck her. Why not order something different? Why not be impulsive for once in her life? What’s the worst that could happen?

"I’ll have a Colorado bulldog tonight, Ali."

"Colorado bulldog? Are we feeling audacious this evening?"

"Audacious? Really, Ali? Audacious?"

"Don’t hate. I’m just putting my word o’ the day calender that Jason bought me to good use. Audacious was today’s word. It means..."

"Drink, Ali. Think drink."

"Okay, okay, I’m going. I’ll give it a little lagniappe for ya."

Nanette smiled as she watched Ali playfully skip away. Her ponytail bouncing rhythmically behind her.

"Excuse me? Is this seat taken?"

The voice startled her. She turned toward it and there next to her stood the most gorgeous, no, not gorgeous but the most pulchritudinous man she’d ever seen. Pulchritudinous. She wondered if that word was in Ali’s word of the day calender. The word meant beauty. She had learned that a few weeks back while watching the spelling bee on ESPN. Funny how at certain times the most random things seen to pop into your head.
Before she could respond, the man had taken the seat next to her. And God did he smell good. How could she even be thinking about this sweet smelling adonis when just hours ago the only man she had ever loved had just walked out on her. But there was something...something about this guy. It was like her mind was instantly surrounded by a cloud. It was if he were taking over, taking control of her. Taking control of her thoughts if that were even possible. She hardly noticed that Ali had slid a coaster and a drink in front of her. Ali had said something as well but she didn’t hear what it was. Her words seemed to vanish into a paroxysm of unintelligibility’s

"I’m Max," said the beautiful stranger as he took Nanette’s hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.

"Nanette," she replied. She cursed the small waiver in her voice.

"Nanette, that’s a great name. I would love to spray your kitty with some of my thick, white, graffiti."
Her mind was in a heavy, peaceful malaise. What did he say? She really couldn’t remember. She simply smiled and nodded her head.

"So, Nanette, how long have you lived in the city?"

"Lived here all my life. Born and raised." Did she say that out loud? She wasn’t sure. She wasn’t sure of anything anymore. Her mind was still cloudy, or diluted, or something. She felt like she was outside of her body and her immediate surroundings were just images of the things they really were.

And his voice. His voice was like the singing of children, so sweet and so innocent. It made her want to cry.
She felt strange. Something deep down in her subconscious was screaming at her to run, run right home and away from him. But she just couldn’t seem to communicate it to the rest of her physical being. She was powerless. But it felt good. Oddly enough it felt good.

"I’m from Houston. The Bay Cliff area. I moved here about a month ago to finish up my residency at J.P. Smith. And I gotta say, I bet you have an amazingly tight ass hole."

The fog in her mind thickened and once again she wasn’t sure what he’d just said. So, like before, she just smiled and nodded her head not really registering what was going on.

"I’ve yet to see all of the metroplex and I would really enjoy seeing it with you." Max said. "You could be my tour guide and tell me all about the sites and landmarks and I’ll be thinking about how many times I can fuck your dead body before it starts to rot and stink."

Again Nanette’s mind clouded over. She tried the best she could but no matter how hard she pressed, she just couldn’t get what Max was saying. It was very dreamlike. Surreal.

"So, how is it a beautiful girl like you is sitting here, alone at the bar?" Max met her gaze and held it with his infectious blue eyes.

"Long story. And I don’t really wanna talk about it."

"Say no more. Tell you what, how about we get out of here and let me take your mind of all your worries and whatnot. I’m a professional. Shall we?"

Max rose from his bar stool and took Nanette’s hand. Still under his spell or whatever it was, Nanette followed him out the door and into the hot, humid Texas night.

It was the next morning. The morning after the night of the best sex she’d ever had. She had never came so hard and so much in her life. She couldn’t wait to call Tasha. Tash was going to plotz. Especially when she hears about how Max can’t have an orgasm like a normal guy. It took two well lubricated fingers up his ass and a cheese grater to get him off. She had never incorporated a cheese grater into her sex life before, but then again, all things aside, she had never had sex like that before either. Oh well, it seemed harmless enough. So what if Max was a little kinky in the bedroom. No harm no foul.

Just thinking of the previous night sent tiny volts of electricity down there. Down there to her intimate area. That was just what the doctor ordered. Mark? Mark who? She did feel a bit dirty and kind of whore-ish, but completely and utterly satisfied. The way she rationalized her one night of fun was simple. She just viewed her night of debauchery kind of like a REDBOX rental. One night and a dollar. Except it didn’t cost her a dollar. Nope, it cost her more. Much more.
　
Anyway, there it is. That was part one. Hope you guys enjoyed it. I decided to break it this story up into two parts rather than three. I’ll post the second part at the end of the week. Or maybe tomorrow. You’ll just have to keep coming back to see when. Be sure and check out Sasha’s stuff as well. Her nah-nah is always showing. So until next time, take care, stay a-scared, and I am out!                                                                                          

ZOMBIE ZANE