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A Palisade Author story from MrDouble's archive, 
Filename: apocal11.txt
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story_codes: M/ggg (11, 11, 6), first, incest, cons

story_intro: A few years after the world went to Hell and Hell met it halfway on the feet of the reanimated dead, a man encounters two peculiar young girls who are barely in the onset of puberty. Years later, he will experience the results of that strange evening.


story_language: English




Apocalypse Road: Wolf Pack

Written by madvlad


The End, when it came, was Red, White, and Bizarre. 

	Liz taped the latest letter to parents, listing the names of the children and where they were being taken, to the front door of the school building. She wasn't concerned about others reading it in case they were looking for a meal - the resurrected dead had shown no aptitude for literacy. Already, other teachers had fled with students at the private girls' school, leaving their destinations in case parents came searching.

	By this time, Liz was fairly sure that any parents arriving now would be in a drastically different condition than when they were last here. And their formerly cherished offspring would only be regarded as fresh meat. Running a hand through her crew cut, she scanned the surrounding area with what was now a reflexive action in case any walkers were approaching. 

	She paused and considered the state of her hair. Despite its current length, it was growing back fully after chemotherapy. In one of life's lovely little ironies, she received the news that she was in remission on the second day of bizarre news stories that seemed to hint that someone had accidentally left the gates of Hell unlocked.

	Despite her present urgency, Liz had prepared carefully; stocking the school bus with plenty of supplies for however long this duration might be. Having dealt with her own mortality over the last year, she was accepting of the notion that the duration might last forever.

	There were twelve girls left, varying from kindergarten through third grade. Several were staring at the bodies of the now twice-dead. The heads were mostly gone as they had been sent to their second and permanent death. Liz no longer told the girls to look away; this was a sight they would have to live with.

	A little girl in blonde pigtails had an itch on her rear and was not shy about lifting her school uniform skirt to scratch. From her vantage point, the teacher could see the tot's panties as they were pulled snugly against the chubby mound and into the tiny cleft there. Liz couldn't help a moment of mental salivation any more than she could deny her attractions. Her adult female lovers had all been disappointments after a time but now she'd have her own little...what? A harem?

	"Try to be a lady, Sally," Liz reminded the kindergartener who promptly lowered her skirt.

	"Are we going to be ladies, Miss Holland?" a seven year-old asked. "I thought we were going to be wolves."

	Liz had the concept of forming a tight-knit group out of these children and had described them as a pack of wolves. The girls had been intrigued and, as Liz had hoped, lost some of their fear and worry. The school's headmistress would have been appalled at the idea (not to mention being appalled at how often Liz had fantasized and masturbated while thinking about the little student bodies). But these were suddenly savage times and a savage solution for survival was the best option.

	"We're going to be ladies and wolves," said one of Liz's two third graders, a dark-haired girl whose Harry Potter-loving parents had named Hermione.

	"Thanks for the save," Liz whispered to Hermione as she packed some pilfered cooking gear from the school kitchen.

	Despite the horror of the past week, Hermione giggled. Her best friend and fellow eight year-old, Riley, joined her. Liz was glad that her two oldest students had good heads on their shoulders. Even at this young age, they were going to have to learn to be leaders if Liz was going to keep her little band - her wolf pack - together.

	The two third graders were also teammates in soccer and their bodies were firm beneath their school clothes that would soon be obsolete. In the back of her mind, Liz knew that her seductions would begin with these two as well. Then the pair would help teach the smaller ones and...

	Liz mentally slapped herself for getting distracted at a time like this. Whatever happened in that vein would only happen once they were safe refuge. Liz had one in mind - a series of caves at a state park two hours away. She and a former lover had trespassed and explored them and she knew that access to the tunnels had one easy point that had a gate to keep people out. Packing extra chains and locks, Liz could be sure to make that gate easily defended.

	A few passages led to overlooks in the sides of cliffs. Naturally, this was deemed to be unsafe for the general public but Liz liked the idea of having lookout points in elevated safety.

	She took another scan of the area and judged it clear of zombies before she turned to the last of the supplies to be loaded. After that was done, she'd get the kids on and they would be on their way.

	Earl Jephthah Clark was on hold, but he didn't mind. The call screener had said he would be next up after the commercial break and then he would be live, on-air with none other than Alec Johnson. Earl, being a true American (pronounced "Amurrican" by true Americans) got all of his news from Alec Johnson and dismissed any information from those left-wing, pot-smoking news outlets like CNN, MSNBC, and Fox News. Oh yeah, them folks at Fox pretended to be conservative but Earl had heard that "Fox" stood for "Foreigners Overthrowing EXcellence" - meaning Amurricans.

	Nope, only Alec Johnson knew the real truth about things. Like how airport security snatched healthy people when they were run through the x-ray belts. That's how the government determined who had the best organs to be harvested in order to prolong the life of the elite and incredibly wealthy commie capitalist bankers. Oh sure, the news always showed people walking through metal detectors and only placing their luggage on x-ray belts. But Earl knew the truth, thanks to Alec Johnson. Everyone went through the x-ray belts.

	Earl had never been to an airport but of course he knew all he needed to. Besides, what kind of Amurrican would go into a place where they wouldn't let you take your guns? Not Earl. He was going to keep his guns and his gall bladder, thank you very much.

	This latest conspiracy, hatched by the Supreme Court and funded by Hollywood producers, had actually turned into a no-holds-barred shooting fest for Amurricans like Earl. Nothing got the blood pumping like blowing the heads off of those zombies. And unlike hunting deer, there was no tag limit.

	There had been warnings about getting bitten and turning into the walking dead. But Earl didn't feel that pertained to him because he had pure Amurrican blood that would fight off any taint that was introduced. Yep, no one was more Amurrican than Earl and his type ('cept maybe for them Native Americans but they didn't count 'cause they weren't white).

	Holding his cell phone, Earl watched from across the street as that gal with the blonde crew cut (must be a dyke) was packing a school bus and had some little girls waiting nearby. He accurately guessed that she was going to take the children to some safe haven. Maybe they would start a new colony there but them sweet little things would have to be bred.

	Earl's dick heartily agreed with that idea as it hardened in his stained jeans while he observed the movements of a lithe redhead - one of the older girls. Yep, he'd have to start training them now so they'd be well-practiced at pleasing their man by the time they were old enough to start growing babies in their little bellies. Even that dyke woman would appreciate an Amurrican cock like Earl's.

	Licking his lips, he surveyed the plump ass cheeks of the tiny blonde girl as she scratched herself. Those fleshy little globes were tightly packed into a pair of light purple panties.

	Stepping closer for a better look, Earl thought of his nieces - especially the two he had managed to have to himself while he trained 'em just right. It was always best to get 'em started while they were still bald and fresh where it counted. Oh, they had cried when he had their legs apart and made 'em bleed from their busted cherries but they needed to learn how to do things and there was no way that any blood kin of Earl's was going to learn those things from one of those rap stars that was always raping little white girls.

	Oh, that blonde girl showing off her ass... Maybe he'd start there after he peeled off those panties. Spread those baby cheeks apart and give the inside of her ass a hard fitting of manliness while she squealed like the cute little piglet she was. Mmm...

	Then it would be time for some sweet cherry pie. Her hairless cunt would be so tiny but Earl would make it open for him. Writhing as he impaled her cuddly little body, she'd be hot and wet inside, the smoothness of her pussy hole hugging him while he taught her how to be a woman. In time, she'd become like the older girls when they barely reached early pubescence and would have her belly swell with a new generation. They'd all be knocked up because Earl had just the potion to get it done.

	"Amurrican sperm," he drawled unwittingly into the phone as he got an even closer look at that luscious, kindergartener bottom.

	"That's right!" Alec Johnson proclaimed, glad to get a response from the caller after a few seconds of dead air time. "When the culling of this population is done, only the best bloodlines will survive."

	"Miss Holland!" Riley shouted and pointed.

	Liz cursed. One of the first priorities when they got to safety was to start weapons training with the girls. As it was, there was only one walker. He was shuffling toward Sally from behind, slack-jawed and with hungry eyes. Liz didn't hesitate; fluidly raising the shotgun and blasting a slug that made the creature's head erupt.

	Pausing for a moment, Liz saw that the zombie seemed unusually...fresh. Almost like it had been really alive instead of the pseudo life these things carried. Still clutched in one hand was a cell phone but considering how ubiquitous they were, Liz was surprised there weren't more Z's carrying them as so many probably died while yakking or texting.

	Scooping Sally up, she herded the girls onto the bus, never hearing the voice of the talk show host still yammering from the phone in the dead hand.

	
Three Years after The End

	When two of the girls, one ten and one nine, had seen the rig pull in, they had watched for a short while before reporting to Liz. As usual, they began in the series of grunts and growls of the "pack" language the group had developed three years since their escape from the undead overrun. But there were things that were beyond the rudimentary tongue and Liz had them switch to English.

	It was one of the tractor trailer trucks, sans trailer, that had become the vehicle of choice for long-distance couriers and mercenaries. Jessie, the sharpest-eyed girl of the group who had been in first grade during the exodus had recognized it as one of the few who had peaceable stopped in the enclave of Tanner's Hill.

	Tanner's Hill was a barricaded and well-defended farming community (to be unarmed in these times was to be destroyed) a few miles away. About a year after The End (or 1 A.Z. by some people's new reckoning), Liz had made cautious contact with them and by now they had some regular trade between them. Liz wasn't sure what that community thought of the peculiar woman and girls who lived up in the caves, but each party respected the other's territory as animal meat, pelts, and bone tools were sent from the pack to the village in exchange for produce and crafted items.

	Liz had gone on her own to scout the truck and saw that some sort of repair was being made. The acrid scent of epoxy was carried on the light wind and Liz understood it to mean the truck would be staying about a day to let the compound cure in place over whatever leak had occurred. Eyeing the dark-haired man who was the truck's sole occupant, Liz made a decision.

	She thought it would be with some of the boys from Tanner's Hill when the girls were older but the pains she tried to ignore at first told her to hasten her plans. The remission that had graced her while the curse of the walking dead rained down was over. There were no drugs to treat her and no doctors to tell her how long she had.

	But she had already resolved to end it with a bullet in the head before she suffered too much and then rose after her final breath with an unnatural hunger. She didn't know if dying by natural causes would re-animate someone but she didn't want her girls - her cubs - to have their last look at their teacher, leader, surrogate mother, and lover be one of horror.

	Their lover.

	Yes, sex had helped bind the pack in ways closer than family. Liz had tenderly taken each girl first, filling their little bodies with desire as she tasted their first orgasms and drank them in. The second time around had been more forceful. Their smooth, lithe forms glowed in the firelight from their sweat and their tiny yips and cries were sweet music as the remnants of their sexual innocence dripped red down the woman's fingers. Then their eyes widened with new, heated awakening as they were touched and excited inside their tiny, intimate young places.

	After that, there had been no boundaries between the woman and the girls or between girl and girl. Partners changed freely. Many nights, especially in the bitterness of winter, they were warm while deep in their den; sprawled or twisted on the soft furs from their hunts as they took and gave pleasure with hairless, dripping little slits and the adventurous tongues and fingers of their sisters.

	Now Liz was thinking ahead. They would need to breed eventually to keep the pack going. Riley had experienced her first period and Liz suspected that Hermione, whose chest was beginning to bloom like her best friend's, would not be far behind.

	"I don't know nothin' about birthing babies!"

	It had only been three years since civilization fell but Liz remembered that line from...what movie. It had been a black woman speaking it, wearing clothing from another era... "Gone With the Wind". Well, fiddle-dee-dee, she could remember it!

	Liz had explained sex - the kind between male and female - to the pair of eleven year-olds and how babies were made. She wanted - needed - them to know everything she could teach them so they would not be wandering in the dark when the time for delivery came. With her unwanted visitors metastasizing in her own body, Liz hoped she could see at least one girl through a pregnancy before her time here was done.

	This man with the truck; he had to be tough and she observed him from the trees as he moved quickly and with purpose - but never with panic. He routinely stopped to scan the area for walkers - a habit Liz and her cubs knew well - before returning to work. If he could render either Riley or Hermione gravid, the new generation would begin with some warrior blood in them. Despite her own sexual preferences, Liz grunted in approval.

	That evening, Liz, Riley, and Hermione left the caves again.

	Checking the repair, Logan was satisfied that the epoxy was going to hold. Although impatient to leave, he knew that giving it a full twenty-four hours would spare him from a blow-out in a less forgiving place. He had thought about staying in Tanner's Hill - they knew him, after all - while waiting but it was still risky. Although the community was pretty stable, it was still only the year 3 A.Z. and instability was still more the rule than the exception.

	Chewing on some beef jerky, Logan considered how some of the larger cities were faring. Most of them were zombie nests, overrun with hungry dead among the ripe pickings of supplies. Las Vegas, though, had quickly metamorphosed from an entertainment mecca to a stronghold of civilization.

	Boston had seemed mostly secure from the walkers but now was largely rubble from internecine warfare among surviving gangs struggling for dominance. And while the living were shooting it out, the dead came back to feed.

	Kansas City seemed hopeful.  There were now three major factions remaining and rumor had it that things would be coming to a head before long with one warlord to rule it all. If dollars had still meant anything, Logan would have put a few million on that Elander guy to come out on top. He seemed like a pretty shrewd sort and had some bad-ass lieutenants backing him up, including a woman who could do crazy shit with incendiaries.

	As for Logan, he kept moving. His converted rig with the extended cab was tooled for fighting and courier runs. An outfit not far from Tulsa has been doing some modifications with fuel cells and there was promise of increased range for those like Logan.

	He locked the access panel down and was about to head back inside when he sensed something more than hearing it. Spinning around, his hand already had the sawed-off shotgun at the ready when he saw them.

	There were two of them, young girls who looked like they were maybe starting to get a growth spurt. Their bellies were lean by not starved and their arms and legs were slim but muscular. Always a thigh fan, Logan couldn't help but to let his gaze linger on the smoothness of their upper legs.

	There was plenty to see of their bodies as they were scantily clad in what looked like buckskin thongs and skimpy, matching halter tops. Beneath the taut covers stretching across their chests, Logan detected modest swells that meant they were beginning their exit from girlhood.

	In a time not long ago, Logan would have been arrested for doing the things he was now thinking about. Oh, he had sex with various women since The End, but it was mostly desperate, sweaty encounters that were rushed or the occasional exchange of goods to give him a brief respite from desolation of this era.

	But these two looked fresh and untainted by such things. Maybe not innocent, but you didn't survive in these times unaffected and they were old enough to have seen some bad things.

	Right now, they looked a little nervous; somehow awkward despite the apparent fluidness of their supple figures. Both carried machetes in a manner that said they were used to using them. That didn't faze Logan as anyone who wanted to survive outside the walls of a settlement like Tanner's Hill went armed.

	The girls exchanged looks before the dark-haired one sat on the ground and motioned to her red-headed companion. Red handed her machete to her seated friend and then tugged on her halter top.

	The breasts that were displayed were small, barely having shape beyond nubbins. But they were perfect with pink nipples stiffening atop the snowy white mounds. The girl looked at Logan and, sensing his approval of what he saw, pushed her thong down to her ankles before stepping out of them.

	Her sex was still without hair and held traces of childish puffiness, telling the man how young she still was. Licking a finger, the girl slid it between her labia, showing him how soft she was there as the lips easily parted. Closing her eyes for a moment, the girl fingered herself, twisting her finger until it was buried to the last knuckle while she kept diddling herself.

	Her full red lips parted as she sucked in a sharp breath. She obviously had found the right spot. When her eyes opened, she stared at the man who was now intently observing her. After giving the other girl an unsure look, she walked toward Logan in slow, careful steps. In her nudity, she was helpless but she steadily approached the man before stopping within arm's length. Her eyes darted to the door of Logan's truck with obvious meaning.

	Logan thought about this. She was clearly offering herself, but what did she want in return. Food? He had plenty of dry provisions. So why not? He could lock the truck on the inside so her companion, who was making it clear that she intended no aggression, would not be a threat. Trusting his instincts, Logan let the girl inside before joining her and securing the door.

	Outside, the dark-haired girl sat; waiting and curious.

	Logan led the girl to the rear of the cab. Seeing the mattress and blanket, the girl lay down and opened her legs before looking at him in the hope that he would know what to do next. This was the oddest date Logan had ever had, but considering his life and world over the last three years, he wasn't going to waste time giving it any deeper thought.

	It might have been possible that the kid was a Trojan horse, but she had no clothing in which to hide anything. It did leave some orifices, though, and that was easy enough to check.

	Sliding one hand under her small, firm buttocks, he squeezed and shifted them about. If she had any weapon in her ass (and he had seen it done), it would have hurt but all she did is move slightly as her rump was pleasantly massaged. Now onto the mouth.

	"You got a name?" he asked.

	"Riley," she said in a low but distinct voice - no hint of anything garbling her speech.

	"Nice to meet you, Riley," he said as he lightly played with one of the girl's little breasts. "I'm glad the natives around here are friendly."

	If she got the joke, Riley didn't show it. But neither did she flinch when the hand that had been underneath her rear was slid around and over her crotch. Her smooth vulva was squeezed before the man's index finger eased between the slightly chubby cunt lips. She liked his technique, lifting her hips as he stroked inside her cleft.

	When he reached her nether lips, he detected some moisture. Either she was very quick to excite or had been in some foreplay with someone else (the friend outside?) before approaching him. Either way, a careful insertion of his finger revealed no foreign object or hymen.

	"How old are you, Riley?"

	"Eleven."

	Before The End, Riley's lack of virginity at her young age, while certainly not unheard of, would have been somewhat uncommon. But Logan knew well that in the post-dead-rise world, everything was a commodity and he had seen prostitutes far younger than Riley available in various makeshift baronies and forts. But he had never taken the services of one as young as eleven although that score was about to change.

	Riley undulated languidly as Logan's finger stirred her preteen snatch, making simmering juices flow. Pulling his pants off, he rolled over onto his knees and pulled the girl up so that her ass was partway up his thighs. He had already learned that it was better to have his pants completely off if the shit hit the fan while he was having sex. It was easier to move without his pants at his knees and in the heat of battle, no one was going to care of Little Logan was showing.

	For all of Riley's arousal and willingness, she gasped like virgin on her wedding night when Logan's cock head pushed her hairless twat lips apart. Penetrating the narrow portal, he sank his meat into the slick, heated vise of Riley's prepubescent quim. Her mouth gaped and her breathing was rapid, making the now-stiffened pink tips of her titlets jiggle as she was completely filled. Lifting her head, she gazed wide-eyed at the thick member now mostly buried inside the bald opening between her legs.

	"You've had sex before," Logan stated with bemusement.

	Riley growled something that sounded syllabic but not like any language he knew of. It seemed more suited to an intelligent animal. Noting his curious look, Riley cleared her throat and spoke English.

	"Yes, but we...I...You're the first man who has been in me."

	Hearing that uttered in such a youthful voice made Logan's hard-on jolt.

	"Well, I'll try to make it count," he murmured as he started to thrust in and out.

	Riley bit her lip and rolled her hips as well as she could. What discomfort she might have had from getting her little cunny stretched was outdone by her reaction to this coupling. Logan fucked her harder, with the damp sound of flesh on flesh fluttering as he worked his prick between the youngster's spread thighs. The eleven year-old's pussy was churned and produced liquid like freshly melted butter while her tunnel clamped on the sliding hardness that kept invading her willing orifice.

	When the girl wrapped her legs around his waist, Logan let go of her waist and leaned forward so he could capture her budding tit mounds. She sighed hoarsely as more of her body was used; the fingers kneading her tender mammaries while the hard cock sluiced and pounded inside her. With her arms out-flung, she was submissive, letting the man have her barely developing body for his pleasure until she felt the thing inside her pulse.

	Heavy bursts of hot, sperm-rich semen erupted inside her sex, flooding her young womb as she called out in surprise. When she was done, she lay there panting before she moved one hand over her tummy.

	"Is that your seed that went in me?" she asked.

	"Yes," Logan affirmed, wondering if she was worried about getting pregnant. He wasn't sure if she was old enough.

	But instead of showing distress, Riley let a smile play across her mouth.

	"Your seed," she breathed.

	When Logan pulled out and rolled to the side, Riley cupped a hand over her mons. At first, Logan thought it was bashfulness brought on by the realization of what she had just done. But she kept her hand in place as if to keep anything from leaking out while she carefully moved to the door. Logan saw the other girl still sitting on the ground and worked a hidden lock to release the door and let Riley out.

	Taking no chances, he shut and locked the door again while he watched Riley return to her companion. It was only then that she released her crotch. Mesmerized, the other girl gazed at the white fluid leaking from Riley's bald snatch. When she slid a finger into the other girl's quim to investigate, Logan was both amused and turned on.

	The girls spoke and then the dark-haired one stood and removed her clothing. While Riley re-dressed and collected the machetes, the other girl walked to the truck. Although sharing a similar build, her skin was slightly darker with the nipples on her tiny breast more red than pink. As she neared the truck, Logan opened the door.

	"My name is Hermione," the girl informed him.

	"How bewitching," Logan replied, his humor lost on the young visitor who climbed inside.

	When she lay on the mattress and opened her legs to present herself to him, a question tickled Logan's mind. Which one was using the other more?

	Minutes later, when Hermione's sultry little cunt encapsulated his prick, Logan no longer cared about the answer.

	
Ten Years after The End

	Logan was fairly sure he was parked in exactly the same spot as he had been seven years before. If not, it was pretty damned close. He had been to Tanner's Hill several times during the intervening years as that town grew. And he heard the stories while never mentioning his possible part in it.

	Now he simply waited. This would happen or not.

	Riley's guttural throat noises were answered by a smaller voice with similar utterings. Tousling the red hair of her daughter, Lissie, Riley strode through the main cavern which served as the primary den for her pack while the six year-old trotted happily beside her.

	Having heard the initial report from Jessie, Riley had questioned her for greater detail. As usual, the sixteen year-old had been keenly observant while on a routine scouting patrol. Despite the convenience of pack-speak, which no outsider could fathom, switching to English allowed for more precision in this instance. Lissie listened intently; all children of what they sometimes called the Second Brood were fluent in both tongues.

	The confirmation of the vehicle and driver brought back memories to Riley of when she and Hermione had been taken by Liz to get their first breeding. They hadn't known about the cancer then but it had become evident by the time both girls started their third trimester. For reasons Riley never understood, Liz had been reluctant to have a child named for her. But the woman relented when Riley suggested a variation in Lissie. And Liz had lived to enjoy the first two months of her semi-namesake.

	Hermione's baby had also arrived healthy but had been a boy. He was nursed and cared for but was weaned by six months before being delivered to Tanner's Hill. While women in that place also served as defenders and scouts, the duties fell mainly to men and additional boys would be a boon in coming years.

	Riley and Hermione, the two alphas of the First Brood, had discussed the eventuality of those given boys possibly mating with their sisters and half-sisters in years to come. Many of the Second Brood's fathers were from Tanner's Hill already and this added to the odd but mutually beneficial coexistence between the enclave and the pack.

	Near one wall, Hermione looked up and exchanged a meaningful look with her brood-sister. Nothing needed to be said and returned to her grinning growl that elicited squeals of happy fright from the tots clustered around her. Regardless of who their mothers were, all girls received attention from their elders. Among the group of little ones was a three year-old who shared her mother's dark hue of hair although her locks were curly.

	Farther away, it was quieter where a blonde girl of fifteen had just set her infant in a nest of furs next to her. Sally still wore her hair in twin tails although these now hung much longer than the day at the school when the walker with the cell phone had approached her as it had hungrily eyed her cuddly little body.

	Sally's body was still cuddly as her brood sisters who enjoyed her could attest; just now it held different curves. And Sally was also very bountiful. Everyone usually went naked inside the safety of the den and Sally's other daughter, a two year-old, contentedly suckled on one of her mother's uncovered breasts while a three year-old from another mother latched onto the nipple recently vacated by the baby.

	The teen stroked the round little bottoms of her two feeders, caressing the delicate skin. Riley knew that soon Sally would slide her hands elsewhere, giving the toddlers an added pleasure to the warm sweet milk they were receiving.

	Eyeing Sally's two daughters, Riley felt a pang of envy. Both of Sally's offspring had been female and so remained with the pack. Riley had been pregnant twice after Lissie and had delivered boys each time. Perhaps one day, her sons, now residents of Tanner's Green with names she did not know, would mate with Sally's girls or perhaps with their older sister, Lissie.

	Bending down to give Sally a lingering kiss, Riley then motioned for Lissie to follow her again. Before leaving the caves, they donned buckskin boots and cloaks as it was much colder than it had been that first time.

	Although he had been keeping watch inside his truck (now better armed, better armored, and better powered than before), Logan was surprised to see the figure standing perhaps twenty feet away and well clear of the trees. He hadn't seen the person initially appear.

	When the figure drew back its hood, Logan saw the lush main of red and knew that Riley was back. He didn't see Hermione but Riley put one hand behind her back and coaxed a smaller figure out. Riley pulled the smaller hood back to reveal another redhead.

	Logan had wondered about his first encounter numerous times and now tried to mentally gauge the little girl's age. It had been seven years and three months ago and, subtracting nine months for pregnancy, the girl would be six and a half. That looked about right.

	When the pair started to walk closer, Logan unlocked and opened one door and waited on them as he sat in the modified captain's chair that was his driver's seat.

	Due to the temperature, Riley waited until they were inside this time to disrobe. Lissie did the same, never having been taught that she should not be naked in the presence of a man. Instead, she curiously observed Logan while wearing just her soft boots. She had seen some Tanner's Hill men before but this one here was the first opportunity to get close.

	Unafraid, the child examined his scent all over before climbing into his lap to sniff at his face. Satisfied, she gave him a lick on the nose and grinned before emitting a series of apparently happy growls and grunts.

	"We use English with those outside the pack," Riley gently admonished.

	Logan looked at the girl - young woman, now - he had only seen once before. She was taller and more muscular and her breasts were small but full. Her hips were curved - breeder's hips, for sure, and where she had once been smooth between her legs was now a tightly trimmed thatch of red hair. He wondered where she had learned that bit of hairstyling in this era.

	In Lissie, Logan had the other end of the spectrum. Having been born and raised in a more physical environment than girls her age would have known before The End, she looked rather athletic like the little girl gymnasts had once been with a firm tummy beneath her perfectly flat chest. Still, her immature body carried some softness to it in her rear and in the pudgy swell of girlishness that graced the junction of her legs.

	Since his first time with Riley, Logan had developed a fondness for girls who were still smooth there although he liked more mature ones just fine, too. Still, he wondered at how this little girl's tiny mound would feel against his dick head until he remembered she was his daughter. He was acutely aware of the reaction in his groin and, while the child was not aware, he couldn't be as sure about Riley.

	Seeing his guilty expression, Riley laughed. Lissie joined her although she didn't understand why. Then the child knelt upright in Logan's lap, putting her hands on his shoulders while she looked him in the eye.

	"My name's Lissie," she said with perfect pronunciation.

	"Hi Lissie. I'm your fa...my name is Logan."

	"Logan's your papa," Riley cooed to the girl as she took Logan by the shoulder and turned him toward her. Reaching around her daughter, she found Logan's pants and drummed her fingers along his fly. "And Papa has a surprise for his baby girl."

	Riley yanked the zipper down and boldly reached inside. It didn't take much effort to draw the man's erection out. Rather than being frightened, Lissie giggled at the new piece of anatomy.

	"What's that for?" she asked.

	Now Riley responded in the wolf-tongue of the pack and Riley brightened.

	"Men do that with girls?" she asked. "How does that work? It's not a kitty." Turning to her father, the little girl explained. "Girls lick kitties and rub them together. But yours isn't a kitty. How does it work?"

	With her arms still around her daughter, Riley drew a finger up the tiny slit in the tot's bald twat. Obviously used to this treatment, Lissie happily wriggled her hips as each successive stroke brought the digit deeper between the chubby labia. When Riley stopped at the top of the cleft, she pushed at the clit to show Logan the tip peeking from under the hood. Then Riley swirled her finger over it, slathering it with childish sex fluids while the six year-old shivered with pleasure.

	Judging that her little girl's dewy snatch was ready, Riley lifted the girl until the soft mound was pressed against Logan's glans. The man sat still, frozen by the tug of war between lust and guilt.

	Remembering how Liz had introduced each of them to sex, Riley and the others of the First Brood had discussed what should be done with their daughters. Around the time each girl was two, her mother had shown her the wonders that her special place held. But taking the hymen had been left to each mother. While the girls were shared among the teen mothers for fondling and oral sex, the only rule was that it would be for each mother to decide when and how her daughter's virginity would come to an end.

	Riley had been giving more thought to finally opening Lissie's sex and now was the perfect time. Her daughter would be deflowered by the same flesh that helped create her.

	Growling into Lissie's ear, she reminded the girl to be a brave little cub.

	Even at her young age, Lissie understood the importance of being brave. Mama and Aunt Hermione were the eldest of the First Brood and she was the same for the Second Brood. Growling a higher-pitched assent, she was ready to make her pack proud - for whatever was about to happen.

	She didn't expect this.

	Riley shoved her baby girl down, making both Logan and Lissie yelp as the six year-old's maidenhead was torn by the hard cock. For Lissie, it was like a hard blow. Her sundering had hurt but now something was digging into her while her mother twisted her while still pushing down. Her virgin pussy stretched as her juices helped the engorged meat slide into and incredibly penetrate her squirming body.

	Feeling the hard, rubbery contact of Lissie's cervix, Logan held a hand up and Riley stopped before he could speak. Thoroughly impaled, the child whined as she rubbed her lower belly and gazed at the thick cylinder that had turned her plump little mound into a swollen ring of smooth flesh.

	"Mama," Lissie croaked. "Papa is in my kitty."

	"Papa is going to show you how he made you inside me," Riley said as she lifted the girl up.

	Lissie's tiny cunt sucked at her father's prick as she was lifted. Some blood seeped out, coloring the hardness before Riley drove the girl down again. Grasping her child, Riley drew her up and down; making the child's tight, oozing pussy massage the stiff cock while Lissie moaned. The little girl stared at the place where the man was entering her between her legs.

	She felt hotter and melting there. Part of it was from the familiar manipulations of her mother's fingers on her tiny love button but the big thing plumbing her straining cuntlet and seemingly reshaping her innards was making her desperately feverish. She knew what cumming was but the climax that began to take her was far more crushing that she had ever known.

	Logan was amazed to see Lissie have the orgasm she did. He nearly came himself but he wanted to last as long as he could. The six year-old's heated pussy was grasping and slippery all around him. Her arousal and subsequent climax had made her tunnel elongate as much as her immature body could allow and now each stroke was longer as he was able to get a bit more of himself into her.

	Her childish snatch was torturous ecstasy on his cock as it slid up and down and Logan finally repaid her. With near electricity throbbing in his loins, he seeded his newly discovered daughter with thick jets of semen that flooded the tiny volume of her womb.

	"Mama..." Lissie breathed.

	"That's how babies are made, little cub," Riley soothed. "When you're older this will happen when a man does this to you."

	The freshly inseminated little redhead put her hands on Logan's chest and declared, "When I'm bigger, Papa is going to put a baby in me. Papas put babies in girls."

	Riley was about to say something when she noticed movement coming from the rear of the cab where this man had impregnated her with Lissie years earlier. It was a girl - much younger than Lissie - wearing a simple, tattered dress. Her straight hair had varying shades of brown streaked in it which Riley rather liked. Beneath the bangs, dark eyes shone with curiosity in the newcomer's face.

	"Is this one yours?" Riley asked.

	Logan turned and saw the girl.

	"Not mine. Her name is Celia and she's three years old. That much she told me. Where she came from, I don't know. I found her in a cage in an outpost and she was supposed to be used in a zombie show."

	"What's a zombie show?" Riley asked, not sure she liked the idea of a little girl being in a show with zombies.

	Logan had heard of the things that happened to little children in this depravity billed as entertainment. He had never seen such a performance and hoped he never would. He skirted around making any description but briefly recounted how he got the girl out when a fight broke out between rival gangs. Loading Celia in his truck, he tore out of there and drove two days straight until he was sure he hadn't been followed. Only then did he stop to figure out what to do with her.

	"I remembered this place, naturally," he concluded. "And was thinking maybe you could take her in."

	"I want a sister!" Lissie cried as she wriggled off of Logan's lap.

	"We can do this," Riley began to agree but Lissie was no longer listening. Unmindful of what was leaking from her cunny, Lissie pounced on Celia, wrestling and teaching her about cub play since the younger girl was now part of the pack. Riley was about to put her over-exuberant daughter off the smaller child before she heard tiny giggles from Celia.

	"So I have a second daughter," she observed before she slid into Logan's lap and straddled him. Baring her teeth, she growled. "And now I want a third."

	
Her daughter's father's semen was warm inside her as Riley rested for a moment. The rustling in the back of the cab had died down but she could hear soft moans that did not belong to Lissie. Sliding off of Logan, she grinned as she saw Celia on her back with her meager dressed pushed up above her waist. Between the three year-old's spread thighs, Lissie's red hair fanned out while she licked her little sister's bald twatlet.

	"Good, they get along," Riley calmly remarked while Logan gaped. "But it's time to go."

	When Riley touched Lissie's shoulder, the girl froze and growled as menacingly as her high voice could allow. Normally, Riley would not have tolerated this and given her a much more ominous growl in return for challenging her authority. But seeing Celia's expression, Riley understood.

	"Finish her," Riley said.

	With wet smacking noises, Lissie lapped and munched harder on the toddler's juicy pussy. Celia's feet hammered against the blanket until she squealed and squirted the bounty from her first cum into Lissie's sucking mouth.

	Before they left, Riley tucked Celia into her cloak while Lissie made Logan promise to come back and give her a baby when she was older. Then the three females were gone and Logan was alone again.

	There were walkers in the newly fallen snow. Where they had come from, no one neither knew nor cared as long as they were put down for good. Sometimes, the things staggered great distances for now apparent reason other than to find live meat.

	But Lissie was safe from where she watched them from high in the cliffs where one of the side caves ended into open air. The wind was icy against her naked body but the little girl didn't mind. It would be warm enough when she returned to the main den. But she liked looking out and wondering what her papa was doing. It had been a month since he had done that amazing thing with her.

	Lissie stayed still on her hands and knees. Although she had heard movement behind her, she was pleased at how stealthy Celia was becoming since joining the pack. A tiny tongue licked at Lissie's hairless vulva as the older girl gazed out into the twilight. But the mood was broken when their mother's guttural call echoed through the passage. It was dinner time and Lissie's belly rumbled in appreciation.

	When she turned around, Celia rolled onto her back and spread her legs submissively, whining a question in pack-speak. Her dress was unneeded as she stayed undressed like a true wolf. Lissie crawled over and licked the tyke's face before giving her short growl. Celia understood - there would be mutual tongue-play between them later.

	Getting to her feet, Lissie reached for her sister's hand and pulled her upright. Together they walked to rejoin the waiting warmth of the pack.



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This story is a work of fiction.  Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.  Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.


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