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story_codes: M/g (9), first, non-cons

story_intro: In the world following the rise of the walking dead, there is a ritual in one town where a few young children are selected to live and work on the estate of a powerful family. When young Jeni is chosen, she believes her worries are over...until she discovers what her purpose is to be.

story_language: English







Apocalypse Road: Selection

Written by madvlad


The End, when it came, was ordered to go.

	The neon yellow truck with the giant plastic bug impaled on a lightning bolt atop the roof of the cab pulled to a stop by the curb outside the nursing home. On the passenger side, Eric riffled through the paperwork.

	"Here it is," he announced. "Yeah, we just have to check the traps in the kitchen area. That's short enough. Time to make the Zap 'Em Pest Extermination Company proud."

	Tony glanced through the windshield, spying the famous, trademarked chrome "S" of a Skippy Burger restaurant. His stomach grumbled as he reluctantly reached for the door handle.

	"Skippy's next?" he asked Eric as they walked to the lobby door. "I am in serious need of a Double Skippy Supreme."

	Eric's mouth watered and he nodded.

	"But we'd better go through the drive-through," he said to Tony. "We're a little behind schedule and that will be quicker."

	"Shit," Tony replied as he opened the door. "The drive-through's a fucking pain in the ass."

	Minutes later, a bloodied pair of exterminators ran screaming through the doors again, trailed by lurching residents. Many of them now moved more quickly in their animated state of death than they had before. And unfortunately for the Zap 'Em crew, some of them still had teeth. 

	Tony and Eric locked themselves in the truck which quickly became surrounded by a pack of geriatric zombies who pawed at the metal and glass in search of more fresh food. After a couple of minutes, though, they stopped and shambled away from the truck, ignoring the occupants.

	The Tony thing turned to the Eric thing and moaned. The Eric thing, whose blood was congealing on its bite marks much like the Tony thing's was doing, moaned in response.

	Before his death and semi-resurrection, Tony had managed to get the key into the truck's ignition. With some of his corpse's higher brain functions still operating due to a variation (one of many) in the "Z Virus", he managed the start the truck and put it into gear. 

	Weaving unsteadily down the street and through a red traffic light, they passed a parked police cruiser. However, the gnawed collection of bones inside that had been the officer did not respond. After bouncing over a curb, the truck stopped at the menu board and intercom for the Skippy Burger drive-through.

	Putting the window down, the Tony thing leaned out and moaned into the intercom.

	"Raaaawwwwrrrr. Rrrr," it said. 

	"Scrbbbl. Grrwwrr Mrrgggrr?" blatted the discordant reply.

	The Tony thing spoke again.

	"Raaaawwwwrrrr. Rrrr," it repeated. 

	"Scrbbbl. Grrwwrr Mrrgggrr?"

	The Tony thing tapped its forehead against the steering wheel before leaning out the window again.

	"Raaaawwwwrrrr. Rrrr."

	"Scrbbbl. Grrwwrr Mrrgggrr?"

	The Tony thing turned to the Eric thing but all the Eric thing could do was shrug.

	"Raa-aaww-wwr-rrr. Rr-rr," the Tony thing said again, this time slowly stretching the words.

	"Brrrt." Replied the intercom.

	The Tony thing made a motion with its hands and then pulled forward to the window.

	The creature whose Skippy Burger name tag read "Larry" turned to the truck as it stopped. Two co-workers staggered forward, carrying the loudly protesting form of Bernie Wildman, who, as assistant shift manager, demanded more respect. The screaming twenty-two year-old, whose major worry that morning had been his receding hairline, was passed into the truck.

	When the Tony thing groaned at the Larry thing, the Larry thing clumsily placed some ketchup packets and napkins into the paper bag and passed them to the Tony thing who grunted its thanks. Then the truck moved forward as the former Zap 'Em duo went to find a nice quiet spot to enjoy their lunch.

	
	Ten Years Later

	Regarding her reflection in the shard of an old mirror, Jeni deemed that her face was reasonably clean. Normally, like other kids, she didn't much care about such things but she wanted to look her best before going to the gates of the Reed Estate. 

	Today was Urchin's Day, where the Reeds demonstrated some of their largess among the many orphans who lived among the outer ruins farther from the Lakeside District where the more affluent lived. The Reeds had enjoyed wealth and a little power before The End and now enjoyed just as much wealth but far greater power in this once medium-sized city. It was the Reeds who had orchestrated security teams amid the chaos of a disintegrating society. These same security forces now protected residents from outside incursions - both of the living and the semi-dead. The family also controlled much of the old stores as well as the new facilities that produced more of the same. 

	Twice a year, orphans gathered at the gates where special food - candy and cakes and even ice cream were distributed along with clothing and various other items. But what Jeni was primarily focused on this time was the possibility of being taken in. Every Urchin's Day, a few kids - sometimes only one or two but never more than five - were hired to become part of the estate staff. More than once, Jeni had seen girls she had known on the outside now wearing clean uniforms and looking decently fed. 

	Jeni did alright in getting food for herself although it couldn't be as delicious as what was served inside the estate. Still, there was no such thing as a fat kid on the outside. 

	Jeni surveyed her slim frame, finding nothing remarkable in smooth lines of her nine year-old figure. In a few years, her body would change and then boys and men would want to do those strange things to her that she had seen older kids doing. As it was, some of them even liked to do it with girls her age which Jeni thought was ridiculous. 

	When she went swimming with other kids around her age, you couldn't tell the girls from the boys by looking at their bare chests. So why would anyone be interested in her? They did wear underpants in the water and they could tell the differences between the sexes when the wet material clung to their crotches. Jeni admitted to herself that even she was curious about the strange lumps beneath the legs of boys, but that didn't mean she was about to get naked with them and do that weird stuff.

	Jeni checked the mirror again. There were no smudges on her face and her long brown hair was neatly combed. She tied it into a ponytail to make sure it stayed fairly neat. Although getting a little small for her, her t-shirt and shorts were reasonably clean. She'd have to trade around for some larger sizes soon, though, or maybe get something new at Urchin's Day. Better yet would to be taken inside where she'd never have to worry about stuff like that again.

	Satisfied with her appearance, she set off to the estate.

	There were already kids crowding at the gates but Jeni didn't try to force her way to the front. Doing so would probably make her grimy from pressing against some of the unwashed ones and her goal was for something more than just a hand out. 

	After perhaps a half hour, she was close to the gate when she felt a strong hand clutch one of her buttocks.

	"You're growing a great little ass, there, Jeni," came the rough adolescent growl from behind her. "Good and ready for some hard riding."

	Jeni jerked to pull her rear from the offending hand and turned to look at the speaker although she knew him from his voice. A fourteen year-old boy with spiky black hair sneered at her and grabbed at his crotch.

	"What's the matter, Jeni, are you afraid of some cock?" he laughed.

	"Yeah, Jeni," a girl his age chimed in from nearby. "You shouldn't be afraid of a little cock. A very little cock. Right, Billy?"

	That generated much laughter from the surrounding young crowd and the boy's face went red.

	"You bitches better show some respect," Billy warned as he pointed toward the gate. "They'll be taking me on for security before long and when I'm out on patrol, I'll teach you all about how to respect me."

	Jeni shuddered at the thought of Billy having a weapon and a position of authority. While she had seen boys and girls enjoying those acts they shared, the girls that Billy chose were usually crying. He was big for his age and had an interest in teens and preteen girls.

	As usual, he was wearing a black t-short with the words "One Direction" emblazoned across it. Somehow, he had found a cache of such shirts and bragged how One Direction had been a band of bad-asses before The End. A woman who had been in her teens at the time of the zombie uprising had somehow thought Billy's boast was funny. But she wasn't laughing by the time he had finished using his fists and boot-clad feet on her.

	Eventually, Jeni made it to the gate, edging sideways before she got there to allow Billy to get in front of her so she could better avoid his groping. The chief guard, a black man whose graying hair was cut short and precisely, called Billy out. The teen puffed his chest out and elbowed a couple of kids out of the way.

	"I'm ready," Billy answered, with confidence and the chief motioned for two other guards to let the boy in.

	Several children groaned, dreading Billy's eventual return when he would be armed and even more menacing.

	Jeni was among them and lost her focus as she numbly held her hand out for a small bag of treats.

	"Hold on," the chief said softly. "You, come in."

	Surprised, Jeni looked around to confirm that guard was speaking to her. Some excited babble rose around her and she received a few congratulatory words and pats on the shoulder as she was let through the gates. The chief guard looked her over and had her open her mouth so he could inspect her teeth. Did he think she might me a zombie? That should have been apparent, already.

	"Healthy," the guard said with a nod. "You'll do. This way."

	Another guard escorted her up the manicured gravel drive that curved toward the pillared porch. She followed him up the steps and into the luxurious interior. 

	Dazzled by everything she encountered, Jeni lost all sense of time and direction until she found herself in a kitchen where platters of food were being set out. Various employees were helping themselves and a kindly girl in her mid-teens handed Jeni a plate and encouraged her to dig in.

	"Eat well," the older girl said. "You don't want your stomach making rude noises when you meet Mistress Anne."

	Hearing the Reed matriarch's name made Jeni's jaw drop.

	"Really? I'm going to meet her?"

	"Sure," the girl said easily. "After you've eaten and had a bath."

	"But I washed really good," Jeni protested.

	"There's street clean and there's estate clean," a young man in maintenance coveralls interjected around a mouthful of turkey. "But don't feel bad. It's not like you can soak in a tub of hot water out there in the rubble."

	A hot bath! Jeni heard of such things and now she would experience it. After lunch, the girl who had befriended her drew her a bath from a faucet that amazed Jeni. After washing with real soap, she sat comfortably in the tub while the older girl washed her hair with scented shampoo.

	When the bath was done, Jeni's old clothing was gone and she was given a fluffy robe to wear. She loved how the material caressed her clean skin and her bare feet padded silently on the plush carpet. Left alone after being taken to a room with a grand piano and paintings, the girl gazed at the fairy tale-like place and never heard the door open and close behind her.

	"Hello, Jeni."

	Startled, the girl spun around and saw a regal-looking woman smiling benignly at her. Jeni knew she was older, but couldn't determine her age as the woman bore none of the wear from a hard life of the streets. But she did recognize her and bowed.

	"Oh, there will be none of that," the woman laughed lightly. "I may have influence here, but I am certainly not royalty. Not even pretend royalty like that eccentric man in Kansas City."

	"Yes, ma'am," Jeni replied, remembering the manners she had heard of.

	Anne Reed noted that and approved. Sitting on a leather couch, she patted the space next to her to indicate that Jeni should join her. Cinching the belt on her robe so she wouldn't expose her nakedness, Jeni sat next to the woman and politely answered her questions.

	"I think you will do well here," Anne finally said, patting the girl's cheek affectionately. "You are one of two we chose today."

	Jeni's face darkened at that, piquing the woman's curiosity.

	"Was there someone else we should have added?" she asked.

	"No, No ma'am. It's just that Billy - he's the boy that got chosen - he's really..."

	Jeni wasn't sure if she should be complaining but Anne merely laughed.

	"He's a rough sort, I take it. Well, boys will be boys, as they say. My son, Ernest, was quite a cause for worry, too. I must admit, there were some very troubling times with him but now even he has settled down and has become an important part of what we do here. In fact, he is the reason you were chosen. He gets along with children so well. I believe that new boy, Billy, has had his appointment with him already. Shall we meet my son now?"

	Anne took Jeni's hand and led her down the hall to an elaborately carved wooden door. A guard stood up from his desk nearby and opened it for the mistress of the estate.

	"This is where Ernest does his work," Anne explained. "Ah, there he is."

	Jeni looked toward a corner and froze. She felt dizzy and sick at the sight of a gray-skinned man hunched over, chewing sloppily on some bloody meat. Bits of torn clothing were also on the floor and Jeni saw a swatch of black cloth with the letters "irect" on it. She knew the missing letters would spell "One Direction".

	"So you see," Anne calmly explained. "You needn't worry about Billy, anymore. And if you remain calm and cooperative, you shall do just fine."

	Anything but calm, Jeni looked at the woman in horror, silently beseeching deliverance. She felt a tug on her robe and saw that the guard had untied the belt. Weak with fright, she could not stop him when he removed her robe to leave her standing naked in front of the zombie.
"Ernest," Anne called. "I brought you a visitor. This is Jeni."

	Ernest looked up, his yellowish, red-rimmed eyes riveted on the nude child. He chucked aside the forearm and hand he had been dining upon and Jeni was dimly aware that Billy's middle finger, which he had often displayed at people, was the only digit that had not yet been chewed off. Now he was focused solely on the trembling girl as he approached, tilting his head and snuffling as he surveyed his prize.

	"Don't yell or resist," Anne said to Jeni. "That will agitate him and then he'll become... unpredictable."

	Although understanding the implied threat, Jeni could not contain the gasp of fear as Ernest's gray hand slapped against her torso. But Ernest didn't seem to mind. He moved his hand over the preteen's utterly flat chest and taut belly, seemingly entranced by her smoothness. Investigating lower, he squeezed the fleshiness of Jeni's hairless mons, making her whimper. As he poked at her small slit, he moaned a low hum of almost human longing.

	Now Anne intervened, squeezing some gel from a tube and working the stuff into Jeni's cleft. Ernest watched, his blackened tongue protruding slightly as his mother's fingers worked over the girl's genitals.

	"This will make it easier for you, of course," Anne said to Jeri as she pushed some of the gel deeper into the tiny mound. When she pushed a little further, Jeni jerked and the woman stopped.

	"Oh, you still have your hymen," the woman noted. "That isn't always the case with our little urchins. I would have thought a pretty thing like you would have been taken by now."

	Anne pulled Jeni's cunny lips apart, displaying the interior to her undead son.

	"See, Ernest?" she cooed sweetly. "A virgin. She's been saving herself for you."

	"Haauuuuhh," the thing grunted impatiently, the flaccid gray penis dangling between his legs beginning to stiffen.

	Anne chuckled as she made Jeni get to her hands and knees. The girl yipped when she felt the creature's hands grab her waist. The bulb of Ernest's penis pushed against her little bald cunt, making her labia part for him. Although erect, the member wasn't nearly at full girth. Grunting, Ernest rocked back and forth, weakening the resistance of Jeni's small entrance as her inner lips expanded.

	Sensing the girl was open enough, Ernest lurched harder this time, ripping through the child's virgin membrane. Jeni screamed now, but Ernest was too engaged otherwise to react as if she was edible prey. He kept stabbing at her, making the childish passage open and receive him.

	Jeni nearly retched as the thing bore into her. The initial tearing in her pussy had felt white hot and now the invading presence of the living dead cock produced a cold hurt while she felt the heat of her hymenal blood trickling down the insides of her slender thighs. Ernest was moving inside of her snug twat tube and something was changing. He was widening, growing warm in her body and Anne saw the confusion in the girl's eyes.

	"Yes, intercourse makes his kind come alive," the woman said, her eyes sparkling as she watched her son raping the little girl. "No one knows why, but it's one of the wonderful  mechanisms that remain a living part of him. His affliction may seem like a curse, but it did bring my son back to me.

	You see, Ernest always loved little girls. It certainly caused us problems to a point where our lawyers weren't sure if they could keep him out of the courts but then The End came around. It was certainly the end of our troubles."

	Ernest continued plowing into the nine year-old's tight body. Her little tunnel was now quite slippery from her defloration. And the agitation against her sensitive surfaces was making her sex respond automatically, lubricating her further even if she wasn't enjoying the experience. Suddenly he stiffened and groaned. Then Jeni mewled helplessly as she felt something thick and hot jetting more deeply into her young organs.

	With Ernest remaining still, Jeni crawled weakly, sobbing as she felt the hard thing rubbing in her cunny until she broke free of it. She had to escape, had to find the strength to get up and...

	Ernest fell on her, grabbing at her. Her arms and legs gave out and she dropped onto her belly as the thing snarled and flailed at her hair. Twisting beneath him, Jeni rolled to her back in an effort to wriggle away. When Ernest's mouth opened, baring his teeth to take her, she stopped, gaining an epiphany for her survival.

	"Look," she said meekly.

	Something nudged against Ernest's leg and he looked down. Jeni spread her legs for him, presenting her little cunt for him. Blood and semen oozed from her hairless slit, adding to her invitation. Moaning, Ernest closed his mouth.

	Whether his erection had returned or had never deflated, Jeni didn't know. But once again, it entered the little girl, rutting fiercely inside her violated, gooey tunnel. Turning her eyes to Anne, Jeni saw the woman nodding in approval. Surrendering, the child let the living dead man copulate with her until he saturated her immature womb with his sperm once again.

	"Now that's enough, Ernest," Anne chided. "You want to save some for the others, don't you dear?"

	"Hruuungh."

	"That's right. Now come along. You too, Jeni. Oh, you won't need that anymore."

	Jeni had been reaching for her discarded robe and stopped. Meekly obeying, she extended her hand to Anne's waiting one and let the woman lead her out of the room with Ernest following.

	"We just had wonderful news from Las Vegas last year," Anne told the girl as if she were discussing the Spring planting in the estate's gardens. "That's where the best doctors are these days. Anyway, like his sex drive, Ernest's sperm production is also quite healthy - actually healthier than that of most living men. And it's utterly free of any of the contagion that resulted in his current condition. That means his offspring will be perfectly normal and healthy."

	They went through a door into a long room lined with beds. Half of them were occupied by young girls. None of them were clothed and Jeni realized she would be joining them. Although they did not get up from their beds, the girls all greeted their mistress. 

	Looking to the left, Jeni made eye contact with a girl she recognized. Her name was Erin and she had been taken in six months earlier. She was only a year older than Jeni and she was frantically smearing some gel against her crotch. 

	With surprising speed, Ernest leapt onto the bed. Crawling on top of the girl, he lanced her little pussy with his prick and began fucking her. Erin's legs protruded out from either side of the hunching zombie and squishy noises mingled with Ernest's grunts and the higher gasps of the child. Anne watched her son ravishing the ten year-old for a moment for moving on and continuing with her lecture. 

	"I have found it best to introduce girls to Ernest when they are your age. That grabs his interest and he does recognize them. He even likes to do different things with each of his girls. So I created this harem for him.

	After you've been here a few months, we'll begin your hormone treatments. Erin, over there with Ernest, just started. You won't notice any changes on the outside - certainly not as that had much to do with your appeal. But it will encourage the onset of menstruation. And of course you'll be bred daily with Ernest until you become pregnant like Lisa here."

	A girl not much older than Erin was lying in bed with a swollen belly. Her breasts were tiny but would soon be generating milk. The girl nodded to her guests and bade her mistress a good afternoon.

	Anne walked to the side of the bed and kissed Lisa on the forehead while tenderly stroking the girl's bulging abdomen. Then she stood straight and beamed at Jeni.

	"You'll only be pregnant once with Ernest. I'm afraid he'll lose interest soon after as you'll be getting too old for his liking. But don't worry. You'll stay on of course as part of the staff - never as a meal for dear Ernest."

	Back in Erin's bed, Ernest came inside the girl. Moving to the next bed, he took the lithe blonde there after rolling her over. The girl understood and knelt with her hands gripping the top of the bed's headboard. Ernest stabbed his prick into her cunny from behind while his gray fingers grasped at the little puffy nipples on his young mate's chest.

	Anne walked back to Jeni and led her to an empty bed that would now be hers. After Jeni was lying down, the woman petted the nine year-old's flat tummy with love. 

	"I can't tell you how much I look forward to you giving me another grandchild."



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