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not returned. 
                "We scared them off for good," she says and smiles as Muggy Tim cleans the inside of her thighs.
     

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
     
     
                The Sister has been sneaking zombies in one by one over the past few days.  She does it at night when Celsia is on a sex break from triple-barricading the fortress and climbs on top of me and sometimes brings Tuma and Muggy Tim into the mix, embracing us in her sharp teeth.
                The zombies have been hiding from us in the cold dark corners and between the walls.  I can hear their rustling, moaning, sometimes they call to me, try to entice me to come and find them.  To eat me?  fuck me?
                I can smell their rotten stink when I step through corridors, shreds of their skin lying in hallways, ground into the carpet fabrics, peeling like a snake.
                Tuma and I wonder what the Sister gets up to in her bedroom, what she lets the living dead do to her.  Does she take them into her bed with her?  Tuma quickly nods at me, giggling and petting her Muggy Tim on her breasts.
               
     

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
     
     
                The first time I came in direct contact with a zombie was when I was going to the bathroom one morning.  Celsia was setting up another wall outside and the Sister was teaching Tuma how to masturbate with acupuncture needles.
                The zombie was a woman, with her face rotting in such a way it looked to be melting off her head, rusty liquid dripping from her neck and eyes.
                It did not speak to me, taking a bath in a scum pond of sweaty house-fluid which she must have mistaken for bathtub water.  I tried not to make any sudden movements in the slime woman’s presence.  I pissed through all of my urinary tracks at once. 
     

CHAPTER NINETEEN
     
     
                Celsia dances naked with God when everyone else is asleep.  I hear noises from my room sometimes and wander out and see her there in the living room.
                She prays to Him to leave Heaven and come down to Earth to be with her.  She wets her crotch and moans between prayers until God has no choice but to come down and dance with her.
                He does not fuck her, because that would be incest.  Celsia, as all naturally born children, is a child of God.  But being strangely attracted to Celsia’s sick and violently seductive appearance, God comes down to dance with her every night when no one else is looking.
                He sometimes hums to her, pressing His sun-burnt chest against white tattooed mounds, and Celsia would cut him with her hook-nails, digging into his back like dirt -- the measurement of how far she digs into one’s flesh is the measurement of how much she loves that someone, or how much she wants to fuck them.
                Sometimes she sees me watching and calls me out to dance with them.  Gods might not be able to fuck their children, but it is perfectly legal and natural to fuck their children’s creations.  So Celsia strings me from her living room ceiling and watches grinning as God licks the space between my tits.
                I try not to look into His eyes when He enters me, digs into my cunt.  The power so strong inside that it hurts my eyes black.  I stare past his shoulder, watching Celsia watch me as she masturbates with long spiky tools.   And when God comes inside of me, it makes my whole body shake volcano-like.  But He does not give me an orgasm.  He has to go back into the cunt with His tongue and rub it all around, feeling emasculated for failing to bring His sex-opponent to climax, that long white beard rubbing against my asshole, a giant hand groping a cock and a breast.
                It takes so long. 

                Celsia is so much better at giving me sex.
                I love