The following is a work of fiction intended for adult entertainment. The author hereby declares any and all aspects of it which may be considered original to be public domain. Free of fee for use in whole or in part in any and all medium for now and all time. A quick one for the Halloween season. This one is for Mr. X who has been insanely kind to me over the years. Rook.

Nightshade versus Phetish, the undead zombie overlord

Sarah Saint-Shroud, teenage daughter of Nobel prize wining geneticist Doctor Rebecca Shroud and Quantum mathematics theorist Doctor Herman Saint, paused in the vestibule of the Champ Moore research lab and smiled. She had been on her way to see Doctor Coxhammer, her godfather and her legal guardian after her parents plane went down over the Atlantic five years earlier, but her ever twinkling eye had caught something that amused her and she now changed her direction toward it as she fought to suppress a wide grin leaping about her luscious full ruby lips.

She knew that he was aware of her, despite his back being turned to her and on his knees scrubbing a stubborn stain on the tile floor. His cock was like a compass needle always pointing toward her, she giggled at the naughty thought! Sarah called out to him, forcing him to look directly at her as she approached. He leaned back and sat up and twisted to smile at her, and she crossed her ankles and rolled hard off the balls of her feet with each forceful full hip strut, causing her 40-22-36, 32G cup breasts to soar and leap under her tight black t-shirt. He immediately blushed and looked away and she waved shouting out, “hi!” forcing him to look back at her. She repeated the exaggerated wave of her arm and hand hovering above her broad smile and felt the explosive shudders of her breasts careening in ever widening ripples across her chest. He stared mesmerized at her lithe nubile taught body as she rolled to an abrupt stop next to him and planted her hands on her slim waist just above her proud jutting behind and laughed despite herself as a trail of drool escaped the corner of his awe slacked mouth.

“Whatcha’ doing?” Sarah beamed a smirk at the still dazed man whose dilated pupils slavishly followed her still quaking bosom. Sarah rolled her hip to one side and leaned on one of her long luscious legs and reached her arm over her head until her elbow crested her crown of long raven black hair and she reached up and tugged at her dangling wrist with her other long flinger hand, pulling and stretching her body. The pose, which she struck almost automatically when ever she found herself standing still, which was seldom for the tall slim dynamo, caused her tight black t-shirt to rise up under the strain of trying to contain her massive ever shimming chest, revealing her powder white soft pale muscular stomach.

Sarah smiled at the hypnotized man and slowly twisted her upper body back and forth, enjoying the feeling of her enormous orbs slapping gently together despite their mooring bra, as soothing as a boat bumping in gentle roils against its jetty. The man was helplessly torn between the heaving sway of her quaking quivering full swollen chest mounds and the tantalizing hint of shadowy pubic hair that the low slung waist band of her short black pleated skirt hinted at with each seductive arching tease of her back.

Sarah couldn’t contain herself any more and broke into a laugh as she let her arms fall to her side and hugged herself against the giggles as she twirled suddenly and strutted away pendulum her full round hips as much as possible, all the while knowing that she was flashing her white ass cheeks as Sarah never wore panties! “I have to go! I’m running late! I’ll see ya latter!” Sarah called over her rounded shoulder and giggled again at the helpless man as his now almost purple face just nodded mindlessly and he finally managed a weak wave of his wet soapy brush which sent unaware showers of water and suds all over him and soaked his tented pants!

Sarah laughed again, causing her to double over into squeals of delight and flashing a bit more of her self to the man than she had intended and which caused him to drop his wooden scrub brush into his lap where it caused him immediate consternation and wincing pain. For as long as she could remember, Sarah’s life had been one of books and diagrams and test tubes and study and her constant companions had been tottering old men and sexless crones. She took particular delight in torturing the middle age shy janitor, who had come to work at the remote mountainside two years back, with teasing him with her opulent body. She felt no qualms about this, as after all it was all in good fun, and she felt it was something of her right as the research facility was technically left to her in her parents will, and thus the man was her employee to do with as she wished, though she seldom paid any attention to the day to day operations of the cluster of white concrete square buildings clinging to the cliff side of the steep incline of the mountain. Besides, Sarah had overheard two of the younger female research undergraduate assistants who came to work during the summer months at the facility, gossiping in the restroom stalls, and apparently the janitor had a decent size member in his pants of some twenty four inches in length and with a nice four inch girth to its base. If this was so, then it was the only passable penis in a twenty mile quadrant, for Sarah had complied a list of various male penis sizes in the immediate area just for a lark until her guardian had got wind of it and ordered her to stop such adolescent nonsense! Sarah had of course obeyed her guardian, but she was still curious about the janitor’s equipment and also enjoyed sharpening and honing her claws of feminine wiles on the lone single male under sixty in her immediate world.

Sarah caught her breath and placed a light supple wrist upon her panting bosom as she over came her happy enjoyment of her most recent tease experiment over the janitor. She knew she could easily have the man at anytime, and she often allowed herself brief little fantasies as she teased him, of throwing him bodily to the ground and ripping off his clothes and pleasuring herself with the funny little man, but each time she quickly suppressed the building tensions sweetly welling up moist fires in her hot quaking body and instead found herself studying the effects she had upon the foolish male. Besides her wants didn’t lean that way, whenever Sarah felt the ever growing uncontrollable need to satisfy her ever budding lusts, she found her self imagining doing naughty things to the few various twenty something female undergraduates who the research facility had a program with at the distant all women’s college down in the tumbling city in the valley. It was with images of these young girls in helpless positions strapped to examining tables being prodded and poked and rubbed and slapped and licked and kissed and sucked and, and, and - that flew through Sarah’s fevering mind when her rapid fingers triggered her desperate much needed release. A release, which Sarah realized now required her attention at least seven times a day! She had no idea what a healthy sex drive of a young woman was, but Sarah pondered that if it wasn’t for her duties and studies demanding so many hours of her overburdened stressful allocated time, she would surly spend her every waking moment furiously masturbating in her small room. Could that be normal? She had no one to talk to about such things, as she remained aloof from all members of the staff and felt too awkward around the brief visiting undergraduates to do more than nod at them as they passed in the hallways. Sarah had never been outside of the facilities immediate compound, at least not that she could remember anyway. And her guardian had cut off all her contact with outside people when he found out she was paying people to bring her photos and measurements of near by male penises, no matter what her explanation of a clinical study she had made to him about it, it had shocked the old man and he had simply ‘grounded’ her so to speak by taking away her internet access and restricting her contact with the porters who brought up supplies from the city in the valley floor below.

Despite all of this, like many women with lesbian desires, while she felt strong sexual attractions to young female forms, she had to admit that the male penis had a strangely deep unsettling compelling effect of desire and attraction in its design, if only it weren’t attached to the said male, it would be perfect! And one day soon, Sarah would make the janitor show her his penis so she could study it more closely and completely, and try and better understand this power it possessed over her lusts.

Sarah was still mulling over whimsical scenarios in her distracted mind of how best to make the man unwittingly display his member to her so she could maintain her innocence if the matter ever reached her guardian‘s attention, when she turned a corner and collided into one of the three young under graduates currently staying at the compound. Sarah’s vastly superior chest sent the young thing sprawling and Sarah quickly kneeled to attend to her.

The young woman had fallen hard upon her butt and had her hands palms flat on the ground at her sides and her legs spread wide in her short skirt revealing her white cotton panties. It was into this niche between the moaning young vixen’s spread legs that Sarah quickly kneeled, and thus bodily prevented the girl from being able to stand or close her legs. Sarah put a motherly hand behind the nap of the girls neck and cooed, “are you alright, dear?” Before the girl could answer, Sarah’s other hand had found the girls knee and as the little fawn nodded, the hand slid gently rubbing its slick cool nails down the inside of the girls now quivering thigh.

Sadly Sarah’s recluse life had left her with a dwarfed empathy of others. A life of science and problem solving had created a rather absent minded selfish fickle ever shifting focus of depth and shallowness. As such, Sarah never realized the true extent her intensely beautiful face with its large crystal blue eyes had upon the young undergraduates who came to study upon the mountain. She never picked up the often not to subtle responses the girls tried to show her to the occasional gropes and full body presses and seductive double meanings that Sarah often employed on them and which she innocently thought they were all but oblivious to. If Sarah had only known that back in the dormitories of the all women’s college, that she had become something of an urban legend that all the girls whispered about and bragged about how they would bed her when they got their turn up on the mountain, then maybe Sarah’s lonely nights wouldn’t have been so crushingly lonely? But then again, such was the nature of Sarah that she found the notion of sexual intercourse with another too full of ungainly obstacles, that she might have cringed at one of her tentative lust sparked light caresses being so shockingly returned with any kind of forceful ardor. Her mind was too easily distracted by her racing thoughts to have spent more time than it took to achieve her orgasm before frowning and finding the near by body intolerantly in the way!

The mixed signals Sarah shot off around her left the wary interns mousy and tip toeing around the passionate seesawing temper of their employer. As such, the young girl now spread before one of the most radiantly and sexual alluring women she had ever laid eyes on, trembled with uncertainty as Sarah let her hand slip slowly from behind the girls reddening neck and slide softly down the front of her blouse to pause for a light rub at her cloth buried nipple. The girl gasped and mumbled in her hurried speech as she tried to desperately concentrate and tell her important news to the smiling woman whose right hand now idly lightly brushed its seemingly innocent knuckle against her damping cotton panty squeezed mound.

Sarah was just wondering through a red mist churning in her mind what those lovely wet lips of that panting girl before her would taste like, and was just starting to lean in and find out, when she suddenly frowned and repeated a phrase she had so distantly heard that she couldn’t be sure if it was something the girl had breathily sighed or something her soaring spinning mind had simply thought?

“Doctor Coxhammer sent you to find me?” Sarah inquired.

“Y-y-es,” the girl purred as her eyes rolled up under her heavy fluttering eye lids. She was grinding against the palm that Sarah had placed firmly over the now wet panties of the shivering woman. “He needs to see you right away. He - Ahhh Gawd. Said it was urgent.” Both sets of the girls lips were now trembling and she was trying to smile through a face grimacing with runaway freight train building pleasure.

“I wonder what he wants?” And Sarah stood up lost in thought. The young woman immediately clutched at Sarah’s knee high shinny vinyl black boots and pressed her face to her knee, getting an eyeful of Sarah’s own wet dripping snatch peaking from under the folds of her short skirt, and gasping to see it tantalizingly so close. She tried to raise her self up with tongue outstretched, but Sarah blindly bowled her over, the girl already forgotten as she puzzled over what her guardian could possibly want and moved rapidly lost in oblivious thought to find him.

Sarah found the old man standing in a hallway surrounded by agitated and worried lab techs, who he sent off hastily at the sight of her approach and ushered them both into a near by empty small office room. Inside he closed the door and locked it. Sarah could never recall ever seeing the old man lock a door before and she frowned at the unusual sight. He crossed not back to her, but away from her to the nearest chair and collapsed into it, wiping his hands through his wild unkempt locks of white hair.

“But what’s wrong,” Sarah finally asked, repeating the question he had utterly ignored the several times she had uttered it since seeing the old man in the hallway.

This time the man answered her, “my dear, it is time, perhaps past time, that I tell you of some terrible things. It concerns your parents UB13 serum project.”

“You mean the one to cure paralyzed people and let them walk again? I thought that project had deadened years ago?” Sarah frowned.

“It had. Without your parents personal insights and guidance there was no way to continue along their lines of research. But child, huh, let me explain something to you. The world outside these walls is not a perfect one. In point of fact, it is a terrible one of pointless hates and violence and greed. But we are not self-sufficient here. When your parents perished so unexpectedly, this facility desperately found its self in need of funding. Out of desperation, between the prospect of you and I turning ourselves out of the only home we had ever known and penniless onto the cold harsh streets, I chose what I truly believed was the lesser of two evils and turned to the united states military for funding. They had always been most interested in your parents work. But from a military perspective. They saw vast implications of turning your parents initial studies down a new avenue of development, in short, using it to create a super solider serum. And for five long years, amongst our other on going projects, that is what we did. We pursued this goal for them and cashed their checks. But now the serum has reached a test phase in which the military has decided to take matters into their own hands. They are here even now. Soldiers and worse, with more arriving over the next few days. They intend to test the serum on some of their soldiers! It’s utterly monstrous and insane! But there is nothing we can do. I am hoping you can forgive me, but more than that, I am hoping you will understand why I must insist that you lock yourself into your room and remain there until I tell you it is safe for you to come out again.”

“But-” Sarah began.

“Don’t argue with me girl! This is not the time for usual willful obstinacy and pigheadedness!” The old man’s face softened and his eyes rimmed with tears, “we are all in great danger, my darling. And none of us can escape it.”

“Yes uncle.” Sarah had taken to calling the old man uncle of late and he smiled at it. “I will go to my room and wait for you to send for me.” The old man kissed her hand and Sarah left the room and wandered the eerily quiet deserted halls.

In her room, Sarah locked her doorknob and then after a moments hesitancy thrust home the dead bolt, she had never used it before and was surprised at how easily it slid into place and latched firm. She thought of shoving a chair back under the door knob to further barricade the door, but decided against it and sat quietly on the edge of her bed her mind empty of all thoughts for the first time she could ever recall. There was a terrible silence as Sarah waited and waited. She wondered if the old man thought the soldiers would try and rape her if they saw her? She pictured several large powerful muscular men forcing themselves upon her and forcing her to do all kinds of nasty things to them. Before she knew it she was fingering her wet needy clit and several powerful orgasms latter she slipped off into a dreamy afternoon nap.

When Sarah awoke it took her a moment to come to terms with her surroundings. It was dark in her room and behind her heavy white curtains it was dark beyond her third story window pane. She could not place the time and as she was use to having a servant knock to wake her if she was ever needed on the rare occasions that she slept, she kept no clock of any kind in her room as time was something irrelevant to her life. The place was still deathly silent, but Sarah could instinctively sense something sinister was in the air. Like a left over smell after a fire, it lingered invisibly yet coldly about her as she unlocked the door and cautiously entered the hallway.

Hallway after hallway was surreally empty and she wondered if all the other members and staff had been ordered to lock themselves into their rooms as well? But each room she tried proved unlocked and unoccupied. Eventually, she found someone. The mangled and bloody body lay in splattered pools of gore upon the floor and half glued to the white staccato walls. It was a soldier, or had been, and just past min she found four more in even worse shape laying in pieces like pebbles on a hopscotch grid. There was a smell of gun powered and spent casings upon the floor slipped uncertainly under her booted feet. The sweet sickly smell of blood soon covered the scent of gun powder as she found the shattered remains of one of the main lab doors. Here there were dozens of bodies, though in there current state their scattered pieces beguiled the senses and made one believe there were hundreds. The lab its self was rented beyond repair and dull with shock, Sarah moved on past the gapping bloody womb of its door and proceeded down past it and around the next turning of the corridor.

Again she tip toed on in surreal silence and a perfect world devoid of any signs of violence save for the bloody foot prints her boots now left upon the white carpets. She found her ‘uncle’ sitting nervously in a small dark room still handcuffed to a small bench bolted to the floor. He tried to rise to great her but the hand cuff held him firm. He hushed her questions and hugged her into silent tears. “Now, now, there isn’t time, my darling. You must believe me when I say, I never knew it would be so terrible! I did not know, could not know! How could I? But I had my suspicions! And that may have saved us? Now look, they tested the serum against my wishes on one of their men and he died in terrible howls of first pain, then rage! But soon after her returned to life, a monster! And all you have no doubt seen, is his doing. He killed them all and nothing could stop him. How could it? He is already dead. Now undead. I flushed the remaining serum down the sink before they could stop me! But child, hear me! Down the sink! Not the incinerator! There was no time! I could not trust it into their hands! The files I had already placed in a special container and at my signal Hugo flipped the switch and acid destroyed all those horrible years of work! If only we had done it much sooner! But the sink, my girl, the sink! We live on a mountain side, our waste flows down a pipe into the swamp behind the old cemetery of the poor quarter of the valley city. The cemetery, girl do you understand me?! No, how could you? Listen, I have done all I could but now it is your turn, your responsibility to right the wrong we have done here at this place before even others are made to suffer for our mistakes. Life is unfair, here! In this vial is all that is left of the serum. Take it and keep it safe with you and flee this place. I told them it had been designed by your mother based upon the genetic codes of women and that a male with its extra chromosome would enhance and further any inherent instabilities. Beside it is of your mothers genetic material, any other woman would not have fared much better than that poor solider did. UGH! What madness. Take it and escape. Don’t bother about me, that thing is still here inside this building and he is saving me, the one who injected him, for last! Even now he must be returning from where he forced down the helicopter that tried to escape with the remaining solders on it into which he leapt! You must take the serum and study it, find some kind of way of destroying it!”

“I will find the key to the handcuffs and free you first!” Sarah tucked the vial of serum into the waist band of her skirt.

“What handcuffs?” The old man yanked at his arm, and in the dark room her eyes having adjusted some what, Sarah saw that instead of handcuffs, a large piece of steel had been wrapped around the old man’s arm and then seamlessly twisted about the metal sides of the bench. “It is that thing that imprisoned me here like this. There is no escape for me. It will be back soon, I saw the chopper go down just over those hills in a fiery crash.” The old man twisted his body to look out through the half open window behind him. “Oh my God! There it is! Run Sarah, run!” Behind the old man’s bruised and bloody head she could make out an enormous hulking shape lumbering from the rim of mountain trees and into the heliport of the compound.

With tears in her eyes, Sarah ran!

With her hart pounding in her ears Sarah rushed through the maze of twisting hallways until she found herself outside in the front of the compound with the overcast night sky threatening rain above her. She hadn’t gone far in this blue black abyss when she stumbled into the janitor and the undergraduate she had knocked over in the hallway a life time ago. The janitor was trying to hot wire the gondola that the staff and porters used to travel down the treacherous mountainside to the city below. The keys of which were always kept locked up in the central office. The coed was holding a cricket bat too high up the barrel and she dropped it and screamed when Sarah almost ran into her. Sarah calmed the girl down and they nervously shook in their shoes while the janitor sweated profusely at his cumbersome task. He sent them to force open the compound doors so they could push the gondola out and over the steep drop, for her could not get the motor to start but he had managed to release the motor’s hold on the cable and set the craft for emergency free drift descent. This allowed occupants who found themselves stranded on the lift to lower themselves by gravity and hand brakes back to the valley floor. They would need to push the car past the horizontal run of the cables of the compound and reach the point where the sharp angle would allow for a free ride descent. They managed to push the gondola to the lip of the drop off and then Sarah and the girl climbed into the car, while the janitor used a long pole to slowly and painstakingly inch the car onto the sharply angled decline of the cables. Suddenly, as the janitor agonizingly pushed the car near the lip of the steep drop with the pole, a fearsome dark shape grabbed the pole with incredible strength and jerked on it sending the janitor crashing his head into the gondola’s open door jamb that he had been facetiously leaning out of, the thing shifted its weight and let go of the pole and instead grabbed the back of the gondola and began to jerk it back onto the compounds little plateau. Sarah let go of the screaming girl and pushed her off of her entwining form and stepped past the groggy janitor who struggled to regain his feet under a face full of blood. With only a moments hesitation as she stared at the vile horrible thing that was pulling the car back with assured ease, Sarah grabbed the vial from her waist band and flipped open the containers lid and downed the glowing amber liquid. In seizers of hell spent furry, Sarah died. In death, there was darkness, and in that darkness, a white flower slipped up out of the invisible liquid of night and through thick sedimentary layers of soul broth she heard the flower speak to her, and tell her though dead, she would return to the land of the living, though she would never again be alive, and there do what needed to be done, for she would be a champion of the Dark Mother and Sarah opened her dead eyes. There was no pulse in her breast but she got up off the floor of the gondola, less than a second had elapsed since she had crumpled in seizers upon its icy floor. Now icy no more to her strange bumble bee buzzing tingling touch. Sarah pushed past the janitor who was now beating furiously at the thing dragging their car back into the compound with the long splintering pole. Sarah launched herself at the thing and met its surprised face with several boot kicks and a knee. It stumbled back from the vicious powerful onslaught and fell to one knee. Sarah gave the gondola a shove and raced to leap back aboard it. There was a terrifying moment when car and janitor seemed certain to fall, but he managed to stumble back wards into the dark unlit car and then scrambling to his knees began to work furiously at the spin wheel of the manual brakes until their screaming descent slowed down to a controlled crawl.

At the floor of the valley all three quickly dismounted from the car whose surface was riddled with shredded claw marks and raced down along the winding road toward the distant city. Sarah looked out over to her right where she could make out a distinctive rustling in the swamp that had over taken the old cemetery long abandoned by the city and eyed the windless limp branches of the trees. She picked up first the young girl and then the janitor and tossed one over each shoulder and sprinted into the gathering stormy night.

The janitor eyed the street carefully from the shadows of an over turned burnt out hulk of a car, before making his way to the hidden door behind the pile of dilapidated leaning plywood and forced his way in. Past that door beyond the ruble pile was a steel door covered in graffiti with a key code lock, he quickly punched in the code and wiped the number face with his sleeve as the door grinded slowly open. He keyed it close behind him and advanced up the spiral staircase to the second floor.

She was waiting there, motionless, waiting for him in the same exact position, just as he had left her eight hours earlier. “Did she get it?”

“Yes, she manage to get the military files on that thing in the cordoned off area. It’s calling it’s self Phetish, Lord of the Undead. And apparently it has an army of undead that is just playing with the military, inflicting heavy loses at will.”

“Cute.” She moved out of the shadows and the man gasped at her startling beauty. Before him strode a long limb pale pearl fleshed woman with long raven black hair. She wore a crushed velvet purple eye mask over her large ice blue eyes and she wore purple lipstick on her thick pillow lips. Her enormous tits were scarcely contained in a strapless halter bra where her nipples peeped out from above its purple puckered lip. Her proud swaying hips were sheathed in a silk short pleated skirt that did nothing to hide her untrimmed thick patch of goth black pubic hair. Her hands were gloved in elbow length purple gloves, and on her feet she wore purple crushed velvet boots that rose to mid calf with an over turned top and three large purple buttons on their sides with three inch black stiletto heels.

Nightshade smiled at the janitor who was so obviously aroused by her prescience. In fact since her death, Sarah had found that her un-decaying body seemed to give off powerful pheromones that drove all mammals around her wild with uncontainable unbridled lust! “It would seem rescuing that little air head from the lab that night wasn’t a total loss. She is proving a most useful tool. When will she return to us?”

“Tonight, Nightshade.” The man struggled to bow with his lower region obviously in rebellion to his will.

“Good. It is high time we slip past the army’s road blocks and pay a visit to this Phetish ‘living’ in the swamp. I’m sure the damage he did to the city and its people before we drove him back into those mud holes of his, isn’t any where near done. He’s plotting something and there’s no way those bungling males playing boy scout surrounding him are going to be able to handle him when he decides to come out to play.” Nightshade was glad to hear the young girl was returning from her recon mission so soon, for though her hart was dead and she had grown increasingly cold in her mannerisms, her pussy burned with a fire of lust undreamed of by mortal thought. And she desperately needed that little plaything of hers to hurry home and feast on her wet dripping snatch! Just for added fun she would tie up the janitor and make him watch them making love again. She enjoyed how he howled every time she climaxed and showered the room with super powerful pheromones! A good pussy licking before a good ass kicking was definitely Nightshades favorite way to spend an evening! And what a good delicious evening it would be! Speaking of feeding! There now was only one food stuff she craved since her death and resurrection, but she craved it often. She removed the whip she normally wore around her waist from its spike upon the wall and eyed the trembling male before her, “I’m feeling a might peckish, my little pecker boy.” Nightshade sneered, it wasn’t easy being a super heroine after all, one had to keep up one’s strength to fight injustice!

“Yes, Nightshade,” and the janitor began to remove his pants.

“No! Let me do it!” Nightshade hissed and the late auburn afternoon street outside the row of abandoned buildings was filled with the sounds of whip cracks and moans, and then sucking and moans, and then… just sucking. Down in the rubble strewn street the young coed scowled, “that hungry bitch has started without me!” And she scampered into the building as fast as her high heels and tiny spandex dress would allow.