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

CHECK OUT THIS SOCK ROCKIN' TUNE!!

                                                                                         

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