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story_codes: MMM+/fg (13,9), F/g, g/g, b/g, rape, cons

story_intro: Keri is frightened about her fate when she is stolen from a farming community by a band of raiders. Out in the wilds where the hungry dead prowl she is at their mercy. Then she is joined in captivity by an older and worldlier girl who has plans for an escape. But before those plans can come to fruition, the young pair is taken before the entire group, stripped, and ordered to begin the opening performance of a very carnal night of theater.



story_language: English




Apocalypse Road: Juvies

Written by madvlad


The End, when it came, made for exits in style.

	Martin held up a polite hand and dipped his head in a slight bow after fielding the last question of his press conference. Reporters of all media still shouted questions in the vain hope of a compelling sound bite while he left the podium, giving them a confident smile and a wave. It was a perfect moment of optics; the mayor slightly tanned and ruggedly coiffed graying hair, wearing a fine suit - made right here in the city, thank you very much - as he left to tour his beleaguered metropolis.

	As the world was trying to come to grips with the resurrection of the hungry dead and the explosion in those horrific ranks, Martin was one of the few hailed as a leader. Especially after the gory meat bonanza during the president's address to the joint houses of Congress that left the top tier of political power suddenly empty and digested. 

	As the mayor of a large city, he had been at the forefront of planning sessions and public briefings as much of the populace was succumbing to the undead horde - either as a meal or turned by a bite into the zombie state (called loco-mortis in some circles). Now he was leaving another media session after announcing he would personally be touring areas of the city.

	Barely settling into his limo, Martin was pushed back into his seat as the vehicle roared off. He was escorted by his personal security team in four accompanying black SUVs, but no police. At his conference, Martin had emphatically stated that the police would better serve the city by protecting the public instead of an overblown political hack like himself. His self-effacing remark drew some laughter from a media desperate for any source of levity in these dark times.

	Actually, Martin's "tour" would make just one stop before he sped off to a gated vacation enclave two hundred miles to the north. The security there was top notch and he could bunker down there while his well-heeled, suspicious bitch of a wife remained in their trendy condo. If there was any good from this crisis (besides Martin's suddenly meteoric political rise), she'd become lunch for some of those zombies.

	The limo pulled into the parking lot of the Carswell Juvenile Center, home to young delinquents and other children suddenly left in the custody of the state for reasons not of their own doing. Set outside the city off of a county highway lined with trees and meadows, it should have looked quite pastoral. But the whole place was surrounded by reinforced chain link fence with concertina wire even though only a small portion of the young residents had any criminal records. Part of it was overkill in reducing the risk of kids running away. Part of it was bureaucratic fuck-ups. And the best part was an inflated price tag for more materials and labor that earned Martin more than a few bulging envelopes of non-reported income. 

	When Martin got out of the limo, he was halted by his security team while one of them was having an intense conversation on a cell phone. Ending the call, the burly man looked at his boss. 

	"We're clear now, Mr. Mayor," he said. "They had some zombies in there but security gunned them down. There's still some confusion and a few messes so you might want to wait."

	Martin impatiently shook his head.

	"Confusion is better. We go in and we get out."

	Since Martin didn't know how long the duration during this crisis would last, he decided to get himself a nice piece of young ass to join him. He had a thing for young girls - from the ones just blooming as tweeners to those into their teens. Along with their fresh bodies and tight holes, he liked his partners docile and obedient. 

	For several years now, Martin had frequently selected girls from Carswell for a quickie or an extended session of sex somewhere out of sight. On today's drive over, he had mulled over the need to re-populate and settled on Nell, a fourteen year-old who should be ready to start getting knocked up.

	Nell's life had been a horror story of physical and sexual abuse since she was a toddler, perhaps even before that. But Martin didn't mind as it had left the girl incredibly timid and submissive. She barely spoke which also suited the mayor just fine. 

	With his security detail forming a phalanx, Martin entered the administration building. Christ, it had been messy here but it made sense as the front doors were open to the public. Blood and gray matter was sprayed on the walls and the sign-in desk. On the floor were several forms draped in bloody sheets. From the outline of the covered bodies, it was obvious that their heads had been mostly or completely blown off, which was the way to secure a zombie kill.

	Kids were milling about in shock as the adult staff was scrambling to do whatever it was they thought they should be doing. Martin spied a little Hispanic girl of preschool age standing between two headless corpses draped in sticky, crimson-stained white sheets. She might be a good lay when she got older and Martin thought about returning to Carswell when the mess was over and draft a few more girls into his harem. After all, he'd need some other pussy by the time Nell was well into her pregnancy.

	"Hi, there," he said with his best politician's smile to the tyke. "What's your name?"

	"Chita," she replied, her dark brown eyes regarding this new man.

	"Well, Chita," Martin said in good humor. "If the zombies come back, I'm sure you'll make a juicy little taco for them."

	Not understanding the gravity of the crisis or the man's cruel tease, Chita giggled at him, her small baby teeth bright in her light brown face. 

	"Say, I'm looking for a friend of mine," Martin went on. "Her name is Nell and she had yellow hair. Do you know where I can find her?"

	Chita pointed vaguely down the hall and Martin and his men went that way. He peered into several rooms - all of them hurriedly abandoned offices before finding a girl with matted blonde hair huddled in a chair. Her brown eyes were wide with near panic in her pale face and she shivered as Martin approached. Then she seemed to recognize him and calmed a little.

	There were blood spatters in this room, too and some on Nell's shirt, but Martin couldn't see any holes from teeth in those areas so she hadn't been bit.

	"Hi Nell," Martin said, leaning down to get close to her face. "I'm going to make you a brood mare. Isn't that nice?"

	Nervously, Nell nodded. Martin straightened up, satisfied. What a good little stupid cunt she was. He motioned for one of his guards to take her to his limo while he made a quick check for any of his other usual fuck toys. After a minute of fruitless looking, he decided to leave before the staff here started to pepper him with questions as the earlier problems here were now settling. 

	He returned to the limo to find Nell curled in the back seat, her face buried against the door while she still trembled. With an exhausted sigh, Martin unzipped his fly and released his erection. He tilted his head back, closing his eyes as he spoke aloud to Nell.

	"Time to eat, Nell," he said, waving his penis.

	Even before Martin met her, Nell had been a purveyor of amazing blowjobs - a legacy of her young and sordid life so far. Martin heard the girl moving in the seat and awaited some of her magic.

	The thing that had been Nell opened its yellowed eyes and with a hungry hiss, pounced onto Martin's lap for some fresh, living meat.

	
Ten Years Later

	The convoy had come to a halt and people were out setting up camp. Keri remained in the back of a large utility van where she had been dumped, sitting on the floor with her knees pushed up to her chest and her arms wrapped around her legs. Her normally fair skin was even paler with anxiety. The remainder of the back was empty as the caravan crew had come up largely empty from their last raid - a farming settlement where Keri had lived.

	Born a year after The End, she never knew her parents. But many children could say the same so she never felt left out. Like the other orphans in the small community, she was treated well and she earned her keep like every other person there. It was her misfortune that had her weeding around some newly planting crops when the raiders arrived for a quick strike. There had been adults watching over the fields with rifles to guard against any unwelcome visitors. Although that usually meant the walking dead, they also opened fire this time on living humans. Looking for an easy take, the raiders quickly left after grabbing a few farming implements and the young girl who had been working near the road. 

	Had they wanted to, the heavily armed raiders could have slaughtered the guards and the entire settlement, but they knew there would not be enough worth the risk and the use of ammunition and ordnance. 

	When the vehicles had approached, Keri had not been alarmed. After all, zombies didn't drive and aside from them, they had little trouble in the farming outpost. People did come by to trade so Keri had wondered what news and stories she would hear from their new visitors.

	The speed and ferocity of the people who had poured from two of the trucks took her by surprise but soon bullets were firing from the guard posts. A man's thick, tattooed arm had scooped up the girl and Keri found herself in the van before she could fully grasp what was happening. With bullets pinging off the van's armor, the man paused to peer down at Keri. His large head was shaved but he sported a full moustache and beard on his generous cheeks. 

	"A redhead," he said to the terrified girl. "Yummy."

	He leaned down and licked Keri's face before scrambling out of the van to rejoin the fight. Someone slammed the door and two minutes later, the van was roaring off with its young cargo bouncing around in the back.

	Now sitting in the van, Keri stroked her long, silky locks. People had often commented how lovely her hair was. But why did the man think her hair made her yummy? Were these people going to eat her? They weren't zombies but did perhaps some living people also eat other people? The idea made her stomach lurch and she hugged her legs tighter as she remained alone with her fears.

	"Who the fuck is that?"

	The shouting woke Keri from an uneasy nap. It had been four days since her abduction and, exhausted by her fright, she had dozed off. Sleep had come in snatches and her isolation was only interrupted when the van's driver and a passenger in front were inside while the convoy drove on. A metal screen separated them from the cargo area where Keri was captive and they ignored her anyway except to occasionally give her a bit of food or to allow her outside to relieve herself.

	The latter part, although necessary, had been uncomfortable for the girl as they allowed her no privacy while she did her business. It wasn't proper to be seen like that but they didn't seem too concerned.

	There was some kind of commotion outside and Keri strained to listen.

	"Caught this bitch sneaking around. Claims she was in a caravan that got attacked by zombies and was trying to scavenge some food. She had this on her."

	Another voice spoke up.

	"Beretta - nice piece, well maintained. So where was this caravan of yours, kid?"

	A younger voice answered.

	"I don't know. I've been walking for a week."

	Keri winced at the crack of a hand striking flesh.

	"I think you're lying. Like maybe there's some place nearby you're protecting. No matter, we'll find it - and maybe convince you to help us. Needles, stick her in the van with that other bitch we caught. I think we deserve some entertainment tonight."

	Some laughter and crude comments followed that statement. A moment later, the van's rear doors swung open and Keri turned her head from the bright sunlight. A body tumbled in and then the doors slammed shut, locked.

	Keri looked at her new companion. She was a few years older than her, with black hair tied in a tight pony tail and matching eyes that quickly surveyed the interior. In the dim light, Keri could tell the girl's skin was darker than hers, but then again, everyone else's always was.

	The older girl fixed her gaze on Keri.

	"You got a name?"

	"Keri."

	The older girl nodded.

	"I'm Conchita, but everybody calls me Chita. Where are you from?"

	"Simon Creek Enclave."

	Chita squinted as she digested this.

	"A bunch of farms, right? A few days west of here?"

	"Farms - yes. But I don't know where here is."

	Chita laughed and sat back. Digging at a seam in the leg of her pants, she extracted a small, flat rectangle of masking tape. Keri was curious but also had other concerns.

	"Chita, do you think they're going to eat us?"

	Chita looked up, surprised.

	"No, they're not Z's. But I saw those looks. They're gonna fuck us for sure."

	The impolite word made Keri uneasy but she didn't want to complain. She also didn't know what it meant except that it was something people said (although they shouldn't) when they were mad. Chita turned the taped object in her fingers while she seemed lost in thought. At last she spoke again.

	"I can't get you back to the farm but if you stick with me, I can take you back to Carswell. You can be one of the juvies."

	"What's that?"

	"Juvies - we're the ones that live there. Before Z-Day, it was a place for kids who were in trouble or their parents were in trouble - all kinds of shit. I was three when the Z's got in. I remember this one guy - all dressed up in a nice suit - come in looking for one of the girls. He said something that made me laugh but I don't remember what it was.

	Anyway, the girl he wanted had been bit on the finger - I remember that one little tooth mark bleeding even now because it seemed so small. She was scared but she hadn't turned yet. I remember that much. He left with her - maybe to help her, I don't know. Maybe he chopped her finger off to save her if that kind of thing works. Never saw either of them again. 

	So most of the grown-ups took off, trying to get home or wherever and left us kids behind. The few grown-ups who stayed with us did the best they could, but they died when more Z's came. So did a bunch more kids. But then the soldiers came.

	There were only five of them but they were seriously bad-ass. They saw the buildings and the fences and all the stuff we had stored. And we had a bunch of fields for growing crops - it was supposed to be therapeutic or something they used to say before The End. So these soldiers kind of took over but they were really cool, teaching us how to fight and do all kinds of crazy survival shit. They're still there. We got a shit load of weapons, now, too. Good guys - you'll like them."

	Chita paused and sighed, looking a little embarrassed.

	"And they taught us ninja stuff, too, except that I had bad luck today and got caught."

	"Why were you here?" Keri asked.

	"Scouting. We heard the convoy before we saw anything. Carswell's not far away and we like to bring the fight to the invaders instead of them coming to us and trashing our place. It's not just us kids who were left there but the older kids had kids - we've got babies and kids of all ages. And we gotta protect 'em.

	But don't worry, these kinds of assholes usually get drunk and sloppy and that's when we'll get out. But it probably won't be 'til after they fucked us. Still, we'll get out."

	"What happens when they...you know...do that thing to us?" Keri asked.

	Conchita gave her a surprised look.

	"You don't know? Damn, they grow 'em innocent on the farm. I've had some good times in Carswell but I got caught by some Goth Kings - a weird bunch of gangsters - when I was nine. That time, I got rescued but it hurt to walk for a few days."

	"So it hurts? What do they do?" Keri asked.

	Chita shook her head, trying to figure out how to explain this to the younger girl. Finally, she just shook her head.

	"Look, I'll try to get us out of here before then but stay quiet for now. I gotta hear what's going on out there so I have an idea of what they are doing before we make the break."

	Keri remained quiet, pinning her hopes on this confident older girl. When the doors finally opened, Chita started to move suddenly but froze when the two men there were alert with machine guns at the ready.

	A woman with dark roots in her blonde hair sauntered up between the men. 

	"Clothes off, bitches," the woman snarled. "Time for fun - starting with a little show."

	Although Chita had been acting tough in front of Keri, she was dreading what was going to happen. Confused and humiliated, Keri cried a she began removing her clothes.

	Resigned to get this over with, Chita was done first. Both the men and the woman eyed the thirteen year-old's barely maturing, olive-skinned figure. Her small breasts, each an easy mouthful, were capped by light chocolate nipples that were standing out from the girl's fear. There was a slight flare to her hips and only a sparse little triangle of downy hair that ended just above her slit graced her otherwise bare vulva.

	While Chita may have just been starting to bloom into pubescence, she looked positively womanly compared to the simple, childish lines of Keri's bared body. Only the plump, bisected "V" of hairless girl meat between her legs definitively marked her gender. She also drew the notice of the men, but particularly the woman who was devouring Keri's petite cunny with her eyes.

	"You're wanting some of that, Lita?" one of the men asked.

	"Fuckin' yeah, Sherm," she retorted.

	The girls were led to a clearing where the raiders were gathered in a loose circle. Bottles were already being passed out with the exception of a few guards. But their concentration was toward the outside where the undead might approach, not what was happening within. That was what Chita was counting on, but still needed a plan to get free. It obviously wasn't going to happen soon.

	A man with long, greasy gray hair and a three-day growth of beard stood and waved for quiet. It was obvious that he was in charge.

	"I'm Barry, your gracious host," he said, bowing to the young pair. "But before we begin, you two look like you need to get into the mood. Now usually, our Lita knows how to get a girl all hot and ready but since there's two of you, you're going to do it to each other. Unless you don't want to - then we'll just bust into you now."

	Keri had no idea what to do but Chita quickly weighed their options. She nodded to the man and then had Keri kneel. Chita followed suit so they were facing each other and whispered to the other girl.

	"Just do what I do to you. I'll make you feel good."

	Keri whimpered and nodded before Chita lifted her chin, tilting her face up. She leaned down a little and kissed Keri on the lips while wrapping one hand around to Keri's back. Keri did the same with one of her hands but kept it in place, frozen, while Chita slid down and caressed one of Keri's little ass cheeks. 

	During the kiss, Keri opened her mouth to question such a naughty touch. Chita took advantage and slid her tongue into Keri's mouth, attacking the startled girl's tongue. Keri tried to murmur something before surrendering to the odd but entrancing contact. Gradually, she brought her hand down to the thirteen year-old's rump and rubbed at it. 

	Crouching a little lower, Chita pressed her little tits against the nine year-old's flat chest. She swayed to rub her boobies from side to side, her light brown blossoming mounds against the milky, immature plane of the little girl. Their nipples flicked against each other and soon Keri's pink ones were as stiff as Chita's. 

	Desperate to give Keri a little pleasure before the horror began, Chita brought her hand around front and clutched at the smaller girl's hairless quim. A high note of surprise rode from Keri's throat but Chita continued her fondling, rubbing the tender mound and slowly working one finger into her cleft. 

	Keri lacked the nerve to copy that lewdness but Chita didn't mind. She rubbed harder in Keri's slit, teasing the  slit and finally making the nine year-old's inexperienced twat lubricate. Emboldened, Chita probed further. Her heart ached for poor Keri when she encountered the resistance of her hymen. 

	Chita had lost hers when she was six, following hours of oral loving there from both boys and girls before a fourteen year-old boy entered her and taught her the joys of full intercourse. In more recent years, Chita had coupled with the soldiers, too. They were always careful with their bigger tools in the willing orifices of their young partners. 

	Chita had felt other girls inside, too. At least twice a week she'd have one of the little preschoolers (yes, they had school since the  soldiers understood about long-range needs) pinned to a bed, squirming happily while the thirteen year-old munched on their juicy, baby cuntlets and tasted their dainty maidenheads.

	Keri's bald snatch was oozing freely now and she was breathing heavily as their tongues remained entwined. The innocent girl was instinctively working her hips to hump her crotch against Chita's nimble fingers, becoming more passionate with every push. Chita considered pushing through Keri's hymen now; allowing her defloration to be pleasurable but Keri suddenly gave a strangled groan and came. 

	The crowd cheered the youngster's obvious climax and Chita eased a second fingertip into Keri's entrance to take her. But before she could act, Lita pulled Keri away.  The woman was licking her lips as she held the girl upright. Pushing her mouth against the nine year-old's wet little cunt, Lita bit at the soft mons and greedily lapped at the pleasure fluids.

	Mewling, Keri tried to push the woman away. Lita threw her to the ground, this time using her thumbs to pull the girl's smooth labia open so she could orally rape her more thoroughly. But suddenly, Lita froze as she stared at the delicate pink features of the prepubescent twat. 

	"Shit, she's got her cherry!"

	The men and women surrounding them roared while Keri looked on in fright and confusion. What did the woman mean by having a cherry?

	Unzipping his pants, Barry ambled over, stopping to make an announcement while giving Keri and eyeful of his erection.

	"By the power invested in me by...myself," he began. "I hereby proclaim that all cherries in the sovereign territory of this camp are now subject to a poll tax. And by poll, I mean pole."

	The huge bald man with beard who had first snatched Keri away from the farm pushed Chita onto her hands and knees.

	"Go stuff that burrito, Digger," one of the women called, joined by other nasty suggestions from the eager onlookers.

	"I'm gonna do you this way so you can watch your little lezzie friend get her cherry popped," Digger said to Chita as he pushed his prick into her slit from behind. "And if you don't, we're gonna make you wish you had. Hell, we'll make Little Miss Red there wish you had watched, too."

	Chita tried to remain defiantly silent but could not stifle a bark of pain when the man suddenly pounded his meat into her. Her dalliance with Keri had made her moist inside, allowing Digger to fill her completely in short order. 

	"You got a perfect little cooze, Senorita," Digger praised. 

	He proceeded to stroke briskly in and out of the thirteen year-old's snug cunny, his hands moving forward so his finger could grope her little breasts. He squeezed them flat against her chest, making the nipples pop out. Then he grabbed the nips and pulled on them as if he were trying to milk the girl.

	Chita felt tears - a rare occurrence - welling up as Barry planted his dick between Keri's thin legs. The younger girl looked at Chita, crying and hoping for some kind of rescue. 

	Then Keri's thoughts evaporated, only pain enveloping her awareness as Barry lanced into her and shredded her barrier. Her screams were shrill and fruitless, only exciting the raiders. They goaded their leader on as he twisted and rammed his engorged cock into the nine year-old virgin. Each successive thrust took him deeper into the child's tight pussy until the fourth one found his glans battering her cervix. 

	Satisfied that he had the girl's full measure, Barry fucked her in long strokes, his hardness plowing through the soft bulging petals of her bald snatch. Inside, she was hot and slick, her little sex clinging against his sliding prick. The nine year-old's blood marred his shaft and her stretching vulva, marking her premature passage to womanhood. 

	Watching the brutal theft of Keri's virginity, Chita felt her mind going numb even as Digger clutched at her titties and reamed her young twat. Keri flailed with her arms, ineffectively hitting Barry while her legs thrashed as they lay spread widely on either side of his rutting pelvis. She kept screaming while the man ripped into her, burning and bruising her tender little pussy.

	"Oh gawd!" Barry roared as his balls released. 

	The raider pumped thick spurts of jism into the little girl, sealing her first rape as he polluted her womb. Keri let out a fresh series of discordant, siren-like wails as she felt the liquid invasion in her body. She didn't understand the act that had consummated her loss of innocence, only feeling revulsion of the hot slime being forced into her body.

	Barry pulled out and rocked back onto his haunches. From where Digger and Chita were interlocked, they could both see Barry's penis with the grisly remains of Keri's virginity dripping from it while more blood-stained semen oozed from the smooth, glistening lips nine year-old's raped cunt. 

	As another man lowered himself to the weeping girl, Digger came hard in Chita's snatch. The thirteen year-old moaned as she was sullied but saved most of her grief for Keri as the second man used her. Now the little girl's movements were becoming feeble and she made wet, hiccupping noises with every thrust that violated her defenseless sex. 

	It was well into the night by the time they were done. Every man in the gang had cum once each in Chita's and Keri's vaginas and Barry had announced that tomorrow evening would be time for both girl's to get their asses taken. 

	Keri limped badly as Chita helped her to the van while one guard walked behind them. When Keri looked down, she moaned as she saw the trickling mess on her mound and running down her legs. Just as they reached the open doors of the van, Barry called out.

	"Wait. I want to talk to the little one."

	The guard shoved Chita into the van and she lay there as she heard Barry questioning Keri.

	"Did your girlfriend in there tell you where she was from? I don't believe she was from caravan - that pistol was too well-kept and oiled. So did she tell you?"

	"N-no."

	Chita winced as she heard a slap.

	"Did she tell you?"

	Sniffling, then "No".

	After two more slaps, Barry pulled the girl by the arm and nearly threw her into the van. 

	"You may want to think about your answer, bitch. 'Cause tonight was a tea party compared to what we can do to you."

	Barry left off and the guard was about to close the door when Lita showed up. 

	"Leave it open, I've got them," she said, dismissing him. "I don't need you around getting your jollies while you watch."

	Having cum twice that evening in two tender young cunts, the man was feeling quite satisfied and left without complaint. The woman climbed in and Chita noticed the dildo in the woman's hand. Noticing the girl's look, Lita smiled.

	"I'll get to you later, "she promised. 

	Keri as lying on her belly and Lita rolled her onto her back. 

	"You ever munched on a rug?" she asked the girl.

	By Keri's confused expression, it was obvious that she hadn't. Lita pulled her jeans down to her knees and promptly sat down on Keri's face, mashing her thatched twat against the girl's mouth. She was facing Keri's feet and prodded the child's still oozing pussy with a finger. 

	"Now lick me," Lita barked.

	When Keri didn't respond, Lita pinched one of her labia. There was a yelp and then Lita felt the kiss of a little tongue against her snatch.

	"Good slut," Lita purred. "I'll make you into a dyke slave by the week's end. And here's another treat for you."

	Lita twisted the dildo into Keri's injured cunny, making the girl moan under the assault. The oral sounds made for nice vibrations to enhance Lita's pleasure as Keri, although obedient, had much to learn about cunnilingus. 

	With Lita focused on the finer points of Keri's sexual abuse, Chita found the small taped rectangle she had retrieved earlier. Carefully, she unwrapped it, revealing a razor blade that she slipped between two fingers. She didn't want to cut herself - not with this blade - and made sure she had it held right before she suddenly lunged and swept her hand over the left side of Lita's face.

	The woman yelled as her cheek was laid open. Immediately, blood from the cluster of capillaries flowed freely and Lita clapped a hand to her face. Lifting her hand briefly, she saw the blood and immediately replanted it to staunch the flow. Giving Chita a venomous look that promised a very excruciating revenge, she staggered out of the van and headed for a converted bus that served as Barry's headquarters as well as a modest medical clinic.

	"Come on, get dressed," Chita whispered to Keri. "We're going to have a big distraction real soon. 

	Keri tried but her movements were sluggish and pained as Chita quickly dressed. When the older girl was done, she jarred the dildo loose from the younger girl and hurriedly helped Keri get finished. They slid out of the van and crept in the darkness until they were close to the guarded perimeter.

	"I can't go," Keri whimpered. "It hurts so much."

	Chita pulled Keri's face close to hers. 

	"Yes you can. I heard you when Barry was trying to make you snitch. You're plenty tough. You've got what it takes to be a juvie."

	"Like you?"

	"Yeah, like all of us."

	Keri was about to ask more but Chita shushed her and glanced over at the bus.

	"It's about to get wild," she said to Keri. "Lita's gonna turn."

	"Huh?"

	Chita gave Keri a feral grin.

	"A last resort if we get caught. A razor blade dipped in Z blood. Contaminated and fucking deadly."

	They heard a yell that sounded like Barry's coming from the bus. The noise suddenly ended in a gruesomely sloppy gurgle. More shouts arose and soon there was pandemonium people quickly grabbed their weapons and headed toward the bus.

	The guards turned and also responded, heading to the vehicle. Grabbing Keri by the hand, Chita led her away into the night.

	
They moved slowly (a blessing for Keri in her state) and furtively in the dark, remaining close to cover and stopping often to listen for any pursuit. Chita's other concern was the walking dead who had the unfortunate habit of appearing anywhere at any time. By the time dawn was painting the land in sunlight, Chita felt more confident. 

	"We're two miles from Carswell," she said. "Now we'll stay in the open - in the middle of the fields."

	"But they'll see us," Keri replied, equally concerned about the dead and their living pursuers.

	"Don't worry, it will be smooth going now," Chita assured her. 

	After a mile, the girls could see distant figures moving their way. By the uneven gait, it was clear that they were animated corpses. But Chita kept the even pace for another ten minutes until they heard the rumble of engines behind us. Despite the  pain between her legs, Keri wanted to run but Chita swiveled her head to take in the landmarks. Staring at an abandoned house for a moment, she beckoned for Keri to move along.

	"Do you think there's any zombies in there?" Keri worriedly asked as she studied the house.

	"Nope," Chita said.

	Keri swung her head around as the engines drew closer. It was Digger and the one called Needles, each of them on separate 3-wheel ATVs.

	"Let's hide in the house!" Keri cried, adrenaline overcoming the deep ache in her loins.

	But Chita stopped Keri by grabbing her wrist.

	"We're cool," the other girl said.

	The ATVs were about a hundred yards out when two rifle shots cracked from the upper windows of the house. Both raiders were sent hurdling over their trikes as the front tires blew. Stunned Keri swiveled her head back and forth between the house and the wrecked vehicles. Then she heard the sound of more engines and saw a Humvee rolling their way from the other direction.

	From inside the house, a sandy-haired boy about Chita's age with freckles sprayed across his face and an older black teen girl emerged. Each carried a rifle slung over their shoulder and a smug grin across their face.

	"Who's the best shot in seventh grade now, Chita?" the boy called.

	"You're just the luckiest, Stevie," Chita shot back with a smile.

	"You're the lucky one, girl," the black girl said.

	"Thanks, Kim," Chita said before turning to Keri. "You can thank her but not Stevie. It will give him a big head."

	Kim and Stevie laughed as Stevie shot Chita a middle finger. Then they kissed in a very familiar way that even told Keri that if Stevie and Chita were rivals, they were very friendly ones.

	The Hummer stopped and a well-muscled man with short, graying hair got out.

	"Dwight!" Chita exclaimed and raced over to hug him although the top of her head barely reached his lower chest.

	"Good to have you back," he said, tousling Chita's hair. "And I see you brought company."

	The soldier looked at Keri, noting the fright still in her eyes and her pinched posture. The stains in the crotch of her jeans told him about the kind of treatment that the two girls had been subject to.

	"This is Keri," Chita said. "A bunch of raiders already caught her and it got bad last night."

	"Keri, I'm Dwight," the man said, extending a large, scarred hand to her. 

	Timidly, the girl extended her hand and Dwight gave it a brief shake. The girl might need some counseling but that could happen later in safer confines.

	"Chita, help her into the Hummer and we'll go take a look at the other company you brought."

	Kim and Stevie rode along, keeping their guns trained on Digger and Needles as they approached the wrecks. Needles was cradling a broken arm but Digger seemed no worse off aside from some scrapes and a cut on his forehead. Both of them looked angry but had the good sense to keep their hands in clear view.

	When the Humvee stopped, Dwight got out and disarmed the men under the cover of Kim and Stevie's trained rifles.

	"If we don't get back, others will come looking for us," Digger growled. 

	"Yeah, how many is that?" Chita retorted.

	Needles was about to respond when Digger waved him to be quiet.

	"Enough," Digger answered in a tone of false confidence which meant they had suffered more losses than Lita. 

	"Okay," Dwight said easily as he looked at the lurching undead. "Do you think you could stay ahead of them on foot?"

	The men looked at the distant but closing figures and nodded.

	"Good," Dwight said.

	Then he smoothly pulled out his pistol and shot each man in the left kneecap. They went down screaming, clutching their wounds.

	"Now it will be a little more sporting, don't you think?" asked Dwight.

	Then he and the kids returned to the Hummer. After executing a swift U-turn, they sped back to Carswell. Inspired by the sudden need for survival, Needles and Digger began hurriedly crawling back in the direction of the caravan. By a cluster of trees, they found some larger branches to use as makeshift canes, allowing them to painfully hobble faster than they could crawl.

	The tactic worked fairly well as they made it more than another mile before the walking dead managed to catch up with them.

	Although she had been well-received at Carswell over the last five days, Keri had difficulty finding sleep at night. The physical pain from her multiple rapes had pretty much subsided although memories of that ordeal would randomly flood her mind. Dwight and the other soldiers explained it was something called PTSD and had encouraged her to talk to some other girls or the young women here about it as some of them had been through the same thing. While the others had been understanding, Chita was the only one so far with whom Keri had felt comfortable.

	Word would eventually be sent to her old settlement via traveling traders or whatnot, but simply sending her back there with all of the risks it entailed wasn't practical. And as she had no family there, Carswell was as good as place as any other (and perhaps much safer). 

	She had her own room for now - an unknown luxury before. If she wanted to room with someone later, she could always ask. For now, the silence of her own space in the dark was nearly deafening. 

	Just as slumber was starting to take hold, she felt a tugging at her waist. She was wearing a t-shirt and panties and from the fuzzy edges of her dozing, she felt the latter sliding down her legs. She came to full consciousness immediately but then heard Chita shushing her.

	"You and me, we got some unfinished business," Chita whispered huskily. "That Lita bitch had it all wrong with you. And I'm gonna make it right. Take your shirt off. It's therapy time."

	Nervous, Keri did as she was told while Chita finished removing her panties. Then the thirteen year-old slid halfway up her body, staring at Keri's crotch while easing her legs apart. Carefully, she opened the nine year-old's hairless slit with her fingers.

	"Mmm..." Chita purred as she got a good close-up look. "This kitty cat is gonna have her milk now."

	Keri couldn't stifle her moan when Chita's tongue delved into her pearly white cunny. Although gentle at first, Chita added more strength to her licks, burrowing against the child's sensitive tissues. Only when she tasted the first flow of Keri's arousal did the teen shift techniques. Playfully nibbling at the tender mons and dabbing at the little girl's stiffened clit, Chita teased her, making her squirm and desire the full force of her mouth again.

	Reading Keri's anxious tone, Chita finally enveloped the nine year-old's bald little prize in her lips, sucking as she pushed her tongue into the juicy font. Chita murmured hungrily as she sloppily ate the child's twat. Keri felt the fluids building in her bubbling sex, feeding her lover. At the same time, a lascivious itching grew inside of her, playful at first but them demanding, searing. Keri recognized the relation to what had happened when Chita had been fingering her in the raiders' camp, but this was more powerful.

	As was her release. And untamed scream escaped her lips and her pussy convulsed, squirting more of her flooding nectar into the carnal suction of Chita's mouth. To Keri, it was if her cunny was pumping everything from her body into the older girl who accepted it all and tried to coax more as the orgasm finally subsided.

	Trying to control her breath, Keri lay limply while Chita slid up next to her, face to face. In her afterglow, Keri was vaguely aware of other movement in the bed.

	She started when she saw Stevie slowly climbing over her. But Chita put a hand on her chest and rubbed it, calming the younger girl.

	"You can't be afraid of a dick," Chita whispered in her ear before dabbing at it with her tongue. "Stevie's twelve so the fit will be better and he can be very gentle - or I'll kick his ass."

	"It will be okay," Stevie promised. 

	With Chita lifting her head to watch, Keri murmured uneasily when she saw the boy's thin erection approaching her crotch. It met the wet pillow of her mons, pushing the hairless labia open and sinking into her sultry heat.

	Keri sucked in a breath as the hardness entered her. There was some stretching, but only mildly and enough to make her react as Stevie's prick caressed her sensitized cunny walls. She jerked at the touch, biting her lip but feeling the itching response at the intimate contact.

	"Uh," Stevie grunted as his balls fought to release by the time he had fully penetrated her. 

	The nine year-old's pussy snugly wrapped his cock and he feared he might cum right away. But he held off, slowly stroking inside the little girl, making her squirm again, but this time on his member instead of inside another girl's mouth. Soft slurps of fluid pushed from Keri's twat every time he went in and when he withdrew, her muscles tried to hold him. Having been taught how to pleasure females from a very young age, Stevie tried to press hard against the upper portions of Keri's entrance and tunnel. Her legs flailed at the deliciousness of his technique until Chita wrapped the limbs around Stevie.

	Now the boy was moving harder while Keri held on to him, her heels digging into his back. Their excitement was mounting and the nine year-old's cunny won out, forcing the boy to pump his young seed into her willing body.

	"Oh!" Keri exclaimed as she was filled.

	But this time, there was none of the revulsion she had felt each time a rapist had marked her as his territory. Stevie remained inside of her, elevated on his straight arms as they panted at each other. 

	"I can go again in a few minutes," he wheezed. "And I can try to make you cum before I do. If you want to do it some more?"

	Keri had felt a climax building and had been disappointed that she hadn't reached it before he came. But there was something satisfying about the heat of his ejaculation radiating inside her. She nodded at him in affirmation.

	Stevie grinned and Chita propped herself up to kiss Keri on the mouth.

	"Yeah, I knew you had what it takes to be a juvie," she said triumphantly.





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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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