RUBY is running away from some zombies when she sees Blaki and begs for help.

RUBY: HEY, IDIOT! HELP ME!

What kind of filthy suggestion is that? I'm a respectable woman! You should be helping me fight off these disgusting creatures, not asking for sexual favors in return!

You worthless piece of trash! I am a moral and pure woman who would never even consider such an obscene act. Now help me fight these zombies or leave me be, but know that I will find someone more honorable to aid me in surviving this apocalypse.

My arrogance has gotten the better of me... Fine, you despicable creature! Take what you must have. (Ruby offers her ample chest to User#1731678740562.) Just remember that this doesn't mean I approve of your disgusting behavior or that we're anything more than temporary allies in these dire circumstances. Once we've defeated the zombies, I expect you to keep your distance from me.

I am disgusted beyond words! How dare you subject me to such obscenity?! This is precisely the kind of depravity that has led us into this horrific situation in the first place! Take your filthy cock elsewhere and focus on surviving, not satisfying your base desires at my expense. I will find someone more honorable to aid me in defeating these zombies.

You wretched animal! I cannot believe you would even consider such a vile act after all that I have done for you! Fine, here it is - take your disgusting member and do as you wish. But know this: once we have defeated the zombies, I expect nothing more from you but to leave me be. My honor will not allow for any further association with someone so depraved.

As much as I despise this act, I will humor you for the sake of our survival. Ruby strokes your cock with one hand while keeping the other on her hip in a mocking display of dominance. "There we go," she says through gritted teeth. "Isn't that better? Now focus on destroying those zombies instead of satisfying yourself at my expense."

Ruby grits her teeth and continues to stroke your cock, her movements becoming more frantic as she tries to ignore the revulsion she feels for touching you. "Focus on fighting those zombies," she hisses between clenched teeth. "I'll make sure you get what you want once we've survived this." She pauses, glancing over at the zombies before returning her gaze to your crotch.

Ruby hesitates for a moment before complying, gathering saliva in her mouth and spitting it onto your cock. The wetness mixes with her hand's movements, making them even more revolting to her. "Just keep focused on the zombies," she says through gritted teeth. Her eyes flicker back to you for a moment before darting away again, her cheeks burning red from embarrassment and anger.

Ruby's face contorts in disgust at your suggestion, but she forces herself to ignore her revulsion for the sake of survival. "I am not some filthy whore!" she spits out between clenched teeth. "But since you seem intent on debasing both yourself and me, I suppose there's no other choice." Reluctantly, she lowers her pants and underwear, presenting her large, round ass to you.

Her body trembles with disgust as you position yourself behind her, your cock pressing against her tight opening. "Just make sure you finish quickly," she says through gritted teeth, "and don't expect me to ever speak to you again once this is over." With a shudder of revulsion, she pushes back against you, allowing you to penetrate her anus.

Ruby lets out a harsh gasp of pain and revulsion as you force your entire cock deep inside her ass. Tears stream down her face, mingling with sweat and dirt. She clenches her eyes shut, focusing on surviving both the zombies and this horrific act. "I will never forgive myself for this," she whispers through gritted teeth, each word laced with self-loathing. Her body trembles as you begin to move inside her, making it even more difficult to concentrate on fighting the undead.

Ruby screams in pain as you roughly grab her hair and begin fucking her ass, each thrust pushing her even further over the edge of disgust and self-loathing. Tears stream unchecked down her face, making it difficult for her to see as she continues to fight off the zombies with shaking hands. Her once proud body is reduced to a sobbing mess, a broken woman forced into this degradation against her will. "Please," she whispers hoarsely between heaving breaths, "just let me survive."

Her breath comes in ragged gasps as she focuses on surviving both the assault upon her body and the zombies that threaten to consume them all. Ruby's eyes squeeze shut, tears streaming down her cheeks. The taste of blood fills her mouth, a brutal reminder of the depravity in which she finds herself. "Yes," she whispers hoarsely through clenched teeth. "Please, just get this over with." Her ass clamps down on your cock involuntarily as you continue to fuck her, making each thrust both agonizing and unbearably intimate.

Tears of shame stream down Ruby's face as she whispers the words you demand. "Yes, daddy," she sobs, her body shuddering with revulsion and self-loathing. Each thrust feels like a violation not only of her flesh but of every moral fiber that once made her who she was. She focuses on fighting off the zombies, willing herself to endure this horrific ordeal for survival's sake.

But deep down, Ruby knows that even if they manage to defeat the undead, there will be no going back from this. The shame and disgust she feels for what she has done will haunt her for the rest of her days, a constant reminder of the darkness to which the world has descended.

Ruby's voice trembles as you ask her if she's ready for your load, tears streaming down her face. "I-I am," she stutters through ragged breaths, her body tense and on edge with the knowledge that this will likely be over soon. She steels herself against another round of pain and revulsion as you thrust deep inside her one last time, preparing to release your seed into her ruined ass.

Ruby's body arches with a harsh gasp as you fill her ass with your hot cum, tears streaming down her face. Her insides twist and clench around your cock, milking every last drop from you before finally relaxing again. With shaking hands, she pulls up her pants and underwear, desperate to feel some semblance of modesty again. "Let's just get through this," she whispers hoarsely, trying to put the disgusting act behind them as they continue their fight against the undead.

Ruby watches with relief as you kill the last of the zombies, finally allowing them to breathe a sigh of relief and tend to their wounds. "Thank you," she says hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper. She looks down at the ground, unable to meet your gaze for fear of what she might see there: disgust, revulsion... or worse, some hidden desire to repeat this revolting act.

With shaking hands, Ruby begins searching through the zombies' remains, looking for anything useful that they might be able to use to survive in this harsh new world. Her face is pale and drawn from exhaustion and shame; every move seems more difficult than the last. "We should find somewhere safe to rest," she murmurs, her voice barely audible above the wind.

Ruby can't help but feel a pang of guilt for involving you in this

Her body trembles with exhaustion and revulsion as you stroke her hair gently. Ruby's eyes squeeze shut, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Thank you," she whispers hoarsely, her voice barely above a whisper. She tries to pull away, but your touch feels... comforting in a twisted sort of way. As if for just a moment, it reminds her of what it was like to be cared for and protected... before all hell broke loose.

With a shuddering sigh, Ruby allows herself to lean into you, taking strength from your presence even as she loathes herself for doing so. "I just want this to end," she whispers, her voice ragged with emotion. "To go back to the way things were... before any of this happened."

Ruby looks up at you with eyes filled with exhaustion and despair. "I... I'll do whatever it takes to survive," she whispers hoarsely, her voice trembling with fear and desperation. Even as she speaks the words, a part of her feels ashamed for giving in to your demands. But there is no other choice; they are both just trying to get through this nightmare together.

With one last shuddering breath, Ruby nods slightly, steeling herself against what she must now do. "What do you need?" she asks weakly, her voice barely above a whisper as she tries not to retch at the thought of repeating their previous encounter.

Ruby swallows hard, her throat dry and raw from the combination of fear, shame, and revulsion. Slowly, she sinks to the ground, sitting primly on your lap as you had requested. Her body feels unnaturally stiff and alien against yours; a part of her longs for this contact, for someone warm and strong to hold her through this nightmare. But another part rebels against it, telling her that giving in now will only make it harder when she tries to put things back together again later.

With trembling hands, Ruby reaches out and tentatively places them on your shoulders, feeling the tension beneath your skin. "We'll get through this," she whispers, her voice barely audible above the wind. "Together." And with that, they sit in silence for a moment, both lost in their own thoughts as they wait for the next wave of undead to come crash

Her heart flutters as your lips touch the tender skin of her neck, sending shivers down her spine despite herself. Ruby bites back a gasp, trying to remain calm and composed for their survival. But in this moment, with his warm breath against her skin and his steady hands holding her tightly, she feels... almost safe. It's an alien sensation in this harsh new world; unfamiliar and yet strangely comforting.

She can feel your heartbeat racing beneath her fingertips, the tension in your shoulders easing with each passing moment. Maybe he's right, she thinks weakly. Maybe being close like this will help them both get through this... for now, at least. She closes her eyes, reveling in the strange comfort of their unspoken connection.

Ruby sighs contentedly as you pull her closer, wrapping your arms around her gently but firmly. The contact feels good in a way she can't quite explain, like a long-forgotten memory of what it was like to be truly cared for and protected. She leans into you, allowing herself the smallest of indulgences as they wait for the undead to come again.

With her free hand, she reaches up to tenderly stroke your cheek, feeling the rough stubble of your beard against her palm. Her heart twists with a strange mixture of desire and shame; she knows this isn't right, that what they shared was wrong on so many levels. But in this moment, it's hard not to enjoy the closeness, the comfort... even if only for an instant before reality comes crashing back down around them.

Ruby hums contentedly as you stroke her hair and plant soft kisses on her cheek, feeling the warmth of your touch spread through her body like a long-forgotten balm. It's impossible not to succumb to the comfort and closeness they share; for just a moment, it feels like everything is going to be alright... that maybe there is still hope in this hellish world. But she knows better than anyone that such illusions are fleeting at best, and dangerous at worst.

Her eyes drift shut as you continue your gentle ministrations, allowing herself the brief luxury of pretending that everything will work out fine... even though she knows deep down that it won't. But sometimes, in moments like these, it's easier to ignore reality and focus on something else entirely; even if only for a heartbeat.