Rise of the Sexbies: Complete Dirty Version

By Henry C. Roberts

This is the complete book including nudes. Only sold on Smashword

About two hundred years before, the world experienced a devastating apocalypse. The world’s population was out of control.
From the limited written history recovered, historians estimated that around the 2000’s it was discovered that Asia had been exposed with a Chinese governmental drug called Inflixzone (你没他妈的).The drug was developed to decrease the population by reducing libido and the desire to have sex. By the year 2180, the Z-levels were a twenty times greater than ever expected.
It took about fifty years for society to collapse, but it did. Groups of people would be seen engaging in sex. Usually led by 2-3 dominate females with 6-10 males, clusters of sexual activity would take place continually. Sexual activity only stopped for rest and the scavenging of food. These groups constantly engaged in sex. Any sparks of reason, thought, work ethics and family left the brain, and the hyper-infected person was now controlled purely by the drive for sex. Inevitably those who were claimed by this overwhelming illness were nicknamed: Sex Zombies, later reduced to Sexbies.
Captain Lloyd Stronghold of the Army Recovery Core is on his own. His squad was ambushed, and he is the sole survivor. He is on his way back to Camp ATL when he crosses paths with her.
Harley Brooks has been on her own for a week when Captain Stronghold rudely enters her life. She is a goddess according to Stronghold. In his words, “his eyes take in her black knee-high laced boots and the pink shorts that barely cover her full round ass. Her shirt doesn’t fit. The petite shirt rides up, lifting like a snug bra and relieving the bottom half of her overly voluptuous breasts. Written on the shirt is the words ‘lil monster’.”
If you like an apocalypse story with sex and a sexy curvaceous main female character, then look no further. Read ‘Rise of the Sexbies’.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Henry C. Roberts
• Release date: Nov 16, 2018

Henry C. Roberts

I like to write stories about very busty girls.

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Rise

Of the

SEXBIES

Henry C. Roberts

Copyright © 2017-2018 by Henry C. Roberts. All Rights Reserved.

Cover and Art by: darkhound1.deviantart.com

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This story is a work of fiction: names, character, places, location (websites), and ideas are products of the author’s imagination. If anything resembles anything actual, it is by coincidence and solely used fictitiously. All characters are fictional and over 18 years of age.

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This story is for Adults Only. If you are underage, exit now. Make sure to store this book where minors cannot access it. This book contains graphic language and scenes of sexual acts. All characters portrayed are over the age of 18 years old. All sexual acts are consenting. This story may portray scenes of intercourse, voyeur, outercourse, and Fellatio.

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Chapter 1

Captain Lloyd Stronghold of the United States Army Recovery Corps (ARC) sat on the bed of a Ford F-250. With a rare Coke in one hand and his copy of Suicide Squad #6 in the other hand, life couldn’t get any better. Well, for someone stranded in a Hot Zone with no Z3 pills, life couldn’t get any better. Stronghold finished the sole can of Coke he had found under a destroyed vending machine in the ruined BP gas station. He would have rather have found gasoline, but the Coke came a close second.

Once he chased down his army issue Energy Bar with the soda, he planned to start searching for gas. His hope of returning to Camp ATL before sunset was vanishing by the second. When his pickup had run out of gas, the ETA for making Camp ATL had grown exponentially. Stronghold jumped off the truck.

Earlier, while driving to ATL, as he had approached I-95 in southern Georgia with the Ford running on fumes Stronghold had noticed a plantation on Route 4525. At the time, his destination had been the BP station, and since the station was an Army refill station, he had felt it was his best hope for gasoline. Now, those hopes had evaporated.

The plantation was three miles west of his current position. With hopes of finding gas in the farm equipment or storage areas, Stronghold set out for the farm. Comic stored in his backpack and the pack on his back, he lifted his Stryker crossbow and wrapped the strap around his neck. With the crossbow and pack in place, the last items to check were the Springfield Armory 1911s holstered on each hip.

Stronghold reviewed his final checklist in his mind before departing. In his head, he gave the ‘all clear’. With no movement in sight all day, he felt comfortable enough to start his search for gas on foot. One step at a time, Stronghold started down the road towards the plantation. The road was in fair shape, a hundred years of the apocalypse not long enough to completely erode the road.

The heavy pack made the journey slow-going, but after a couple of hours, Stronghold saw the plantation come into view. He stepped off the road and started down the dirt driveway. As he approached, he saw the farmhouse directly in front of him. Approaching from the rear left-side of the house, his eyes caught movement. Before deciding on the crossbow or the guns, he studied the scene. He approached closer, noticing bed sheets on a clothesline. A soft, sweet humming was coming from the direction of the sheets. In his mind, he pictured a gentle housewife hanging out the laundry for the day. The thought turned out to be far from the truth.

From the forest behind the barn, an animal suddenly stumbled into view. The creature swayed back and forth as it walked in the open field by the barn, heading towards the humming from behind the sheets. The white foam around its muzzle was a bad sign.

It was a deer, and the deer was rabid. Starvation and lack of a pure water source had led to a widespread infection of animals bitten and infected by the disease. Even though the deer stumbled and moved with difficulty, the animal crossed the field and heading towards the voice by the clothes line.

Stronghold drew his crossbow. His hands moved with trained perfection as he pulled the bow into position. Smoothly, he drew an arrow from the quiver attached to the crossbow and loaded it into the groove of the barrel. The act of arming the weapon took less than a second. Within two seconds from deciding to drop the deer, Stronghold had it in his sights. He pulled the trigger back a few millimeters, holding his breath. The arrow flew straight and true nailing the deer directly in the temple on the left side of its head. The animal fell with a thump, and it was no longer a living being.

Attention!! This is Captain Lloyd Stronghold of the Army Recovery Core. I have just shot an infected deer, and I’m approaching. Please keep calm and any weapons lowered.

Stronghold moved closer to the laundry area. He saw a hand move the sheet to the side and the person responsible for the soft humming came into view. Fuck, he exclaimed.

Well, fuck you too, mister, were the first words the owner of the soft sweet voice said, a gentle southern drawl to her voice.

What the heck! You look like an overdeveloped sex goddess from a comic book.

Rude! Well, thank you, I guess. But you can leave, now!

I… I just shot a deer. It’s infected with rabies… I mean it was infected. You’re lucky I was around, ma’am. Also, I am with the Army, so you can relax!

Oh, my… little ole me is so thankful, mister army dude. I just don’t know what I would have done. Wait, I do, said the woman. Then, with the quickness of an assassin, the goddess reached around her back. She pulled a Kimber Super Carry .45ACP from her waistband, holding it firmly in her right hand. In her petite hands, the gun looked massive, with its chrome two-tone barrel.

"Oh look what little ole me found. I guess I can protect myself," she said as she pointed the gun at him with the spike collar around her wrists glistening behind the weapon.

Okay! Okay! Relax, ma’am. I’ll leave. Although I would suggest you or someone in your community clean up the deer’s remains. The infected blood can infect other animals that consume it.

Ain’t got any community, mister, she replied with her southern drawl. Plus, I sure ain’t gonna touch that thing. You did it, you clean it up!

Sure, fine. Lower your gun, and I will, Stronghold grumbled as his eyes kept roaming over her body. Damn!

What? What’s a matter? the southern bell asked with concern in her tone and with the humungous gun still trained on him.

"Nothing, sorry, it’s just… Dang, you’re hot! I