Love Train

Chapter Four

Ellie & Larry

One Year Before the Outbreak

Larry was running late. Again.

Another crisis at Bio-Tech, another recital missed. Proud parents were filtering out of the school gym as he arrived, beaming at their glowing kids.

As he searched the gym for his daughter, a shaggy haired teen stumbled off the bleachers and collided with him.

"Have you seen Ellie?"

"Itty bitty blonde? Junk in the trunk?"

Larry repressed the urge to clip the halfwit round the ear. "That's my daughter you're talking about."

"My bad, dude. She's probably in the locker rooms. Some of the cheer squad are still back there."

He waited outside the locker rooms until he could no longer hear cars pulling out of the parking lot and the lights in the gym had shut off with a dull thud.

He pressed his ear to the door and listened. He could hear someone, just about. It sounded like they were whispering.

Larry knocked softly. "Ellie? Are you in there?"

There was no response. He pushed the door open a crack with the toe of his loafer. "Ellie? Sweetie? We need to get going, there's problems at work."

He could hear more clearly now. It sounded like she was crying. He stepped inside the dimly lit locker room.

"Sweetie, I'm sorry I missed your dance, I wanted to be here, I..."

His words died in his mouth. A figure was kneeling in front of a bench in the centre of the locker room. It was his daughter. She was naked, hunkered between a pair of legs, her body shielding the man lying on the bench before her.

Larry couldn't tear his eyes from his daughter's perfectly round peach. It was wiggling enticingly as she attempted to force the man's cock down her throat.

"...sweetie?"

She couldn't hear him over the noises her throat was making around the mysterious man's cock. "Glugg, glugg, glugg!"

Larry knew he should stop it. But he was stunned. His daughter's wonderful ass jiggled in his face as she bobbed on the man's cock. Her wrinkled star, the object of his forbidden fantasies for so long, now spasmed before his eyes.

"Fuck...your cock tastes so good, Daddy."

Daddy?Larry could hardly believe his ears. He knew he should stop it but he was bewitched by his daughter's butt.

The man receiving such thorough oral care from his daughter laughed. "Hell, Ellie, you've got issues."

"Do you mind if I call you Daddy?"

"You can call me what you like so long as you climb up here and put that pretty little pussy on Daddy's dick."

Larry's little girl planted one foot either side of the bench and reached for the thick cock dripping with her saliva. Larry could see her arousal glistening between her legs.

"Please, Daddy," Ellie begged, stroking the stranger's tip through her folds, "please let me have it. I need it. I need my daddy's cock."

The man lifted his hips, spearing into Larry's daughter. "It's yours, sweetie."

Sweetie. That one word broke through his paralysis. That washispet name for Ellie. Forhislittle girl.Hisdaughter.

Before even half of the man's unprotected penis defiled his daughter's rose, Larry grabbed Ellie's blonde locks and wrenched her backwards off the man. He heard her scream as she fell to the locker room floor behind him. She could wait.

First he would deal with the man scrabbling for his cheap suit, covering the seven inches of hard flesh shining with his daughter's wetness. And then he'd handle Ellie.

Outbreak Day One

Birmingham Central Train Station

A shrill whistle cut through the air, announcing the departure of the 10:49 to Edinburgh.

Scantily dressed sex demons were spilling out of the underpass onto the platform, racing towards Larry and Ellie.

They were trapped.

Larry turned on his heel and began to run towards the front of the moving train, snatching Ellie's hand as he passed and dragging her along. "Run!"

Ahead of them, the other survivors were already leaping onto the train as it gathered speed. It would be close but Larry thought they could make it.

Until Ellie tripped.

Suddenly her hand slipped from his. He heard her scream and a sickening pop as her ankle twisted beneath her. He took four more strides before he could slow himself enough to turn back. By then, the infected were almost upon her.

"Run!" Ellie screamed.

He knew he could make it without her. But her earlier words still rang in his ears.

"You only care about yourself. That's why Mom left you."

Was that how she really felt? Everything he'd done had been for her. The long hours, the missed holidays, the high blood pressure. All to provide a life for his daughter that he'd never had growing up.

But it wasn't enough. The penny finally began to drop. Maybe jewellery and private schooling wasn't what his daughter needed.

Maybe she just needed a dad.

Exploding off his back foot, Larry lunged at the crazed horn dog thrusting towards Ellie's screaming mouth with his angrily swollen cock. Larry's fist connected with the zombie's temple, all of his weight transferring into the man's skull and flooring him instantly.

Two lustful women were close behind, their naked breasts bouncing as they sprinted across the platform. Larry scooped his daughter up in his arms and fled towards the departing train.

"We won't make it," Ellie sobbed. "Leave me. Just go!"

There wasn't much platform left. Fifty meters at most. He could hear the infected grunting and gasping on his tail. A hand shot out from the open train door ahead.

It was the rugby player who had been arguing with his step-sister, Seo-jun. "Give me your hand!"

Ellie reached out, her fingertips brushing against Seo-jun's, then slipping free. Larry pumped his legs, putting all his effort into closing the gap, into saving his little girl.

"Almost...there!"

Seo-jun gripped Ellie's hand and hauled with all his might. Then he was falling backwards, the tiny teen tumbling on top of him.

Ellie untangled herself from Seo-jun and spun back towards the open train door. "Dad...oh my god, Daddy! Stop the train! Daddy!"

But the train was moving too fast. The city moved past as a blur outside. He was gone.

And then a hand grabbed the doorframe.

"Daddy!"

Ellie rushed to the door, her hair whipped by the roaring wind, heedless to the danger as she leaned out of the side of the train, where her dad was clinging to the doorframe, his body dangling above the tracks as the train thundered towards Edinburgh.

One Year Before the Outbreak

His silence was worse than his anger. Ellie wished he'd yell, that he'd threaten her, that he'd call her all the names she knew she deserved.

Slut. Whore. Cocktease.

She was all of those things, and more, all because she wanted him to notice her. But nothing worked.

And the entire drive home he wouldn't even look at her, let alone speak to her.

Because Larry was busy trying to think of a way to hide Ellie's behaviour from her mom. Ifshelearned that Ellie was sucking off teachers in the locker room, he definitely lose custody. And then all his work at Bio-Tech would be for nothing.

Larry unlocked the front door and opened it for Ellie, avoiding her searching gaze as she stepped past him. "Dad, can we talk? I..."

"...go to your room, Ellie," Larry sighed. "I don't want to speak to you right now."

"That's just it, isn't it. Youneverwant to speak to me."

"Room, Ellie, now!"

Her eyes narrowed and her cute little button nose creased. "Or what? What are you going to do, huh, Dad? Are you going to call Mom?"

The mention of Ellie's mom hit a nerve, just like she knew it would. Larry felt his blood boil.

"No," he said quietly, "I'm going to do something that I should have done a long time ago."

The next thing Ellie knew, the world was upside down. It took her a few seconds to realise that, no, it washerthat was upended, slung over her father's powerful shoulder as he carried her into the den.

Ellie thumped Larry's back with her clenched fists, emphasising each word with a blow, "Let. Me. Down!"

To her surprise, he did.

Ellie landed with a heavy thud across the arm of the couch. The impact took her breath away. She struggled but it was futile, Larry pinned her down with a firm hand against the back of her neck until she exhausted herself.

"Ouch, Dad, you're hurting me!"

"Good. Maybe it'll knock some sense into you."

"The fuck does that mean?" Ellie spat.

"It means," Larry said, taking the hem of her skirt and lifting it above her magnificent backside, "it means, if you want to fuck with older men, you better be ready for the consequences."

Ellie stopped struggling the moment she felt her bare ass exposed to the cool night air. She hadn't even had time to pull on her underwear when her dad had dragged her from the locker room and now her most private parts were exposed to his gaze for the second time that night.

"What...what are you doing, Dad?"

Larry gazed down at those glorious globes with a confusing jumble of lust and anger. Something had broken inside him, had broken the moment he'd heard his daughter call someone else 'daddy.'

"Please, Dad, don't do this," Ellie stammered, "I'm sorry, okay, I shouldn't have done it. It was wrong. I won't do something like that again."

"You're right," Larry said cooly, "you won't."

His palm connected with his daughter's cheek with a sharp crack. He felt the firm muscle tighten beneath his hand as the ripples of the blow spread out across her quivering flesh.

There was a moment of stunned silence as they struggled to comprehend the enormity of what he'd done.

Ellie craned her head round and glared at Larry. "What. The. Fuck."

Larry watched as a cherry red welt appeared in the shape of his hand on his daughter's tush.

"You fucking creep, you piece of..."

CRACK!

Larry silenced her complaint with another blow, right on top of the first, then three more in quick succession, full open-palmed swats that made Ellie jerk and squirm against him.

"Dad!"

CRACK!

Her perfect tush glowed brighter with each impact, her desperate floundering making her mesmerising cheeks clap together between spanks.

"Please, Dad, I'm sorry..."

CRACK!

Larry paused for a moment with his fingertips dipping into her deep valley, almost brushing against the tight ring of muscle that spasmed with each blow he landed.

"...oh fuck, Dad, please, please stop..."

CRACK!

Ellie had stopped struggling and Larry had stopped pretending this was purely punishment. His next strike landed right on her asshole, he felt it tremor beneath his fingertips, and a wispy gasp escaped her lips.

"...please, you don't understand..."

CRACK!

"What don't I understand? That I've raised a slut? That you're a needy little attention whore? That you take your old man for a pushover? A soft touch? Tell me. What don't I understand, Ellie?"

CRACK!

"...spanking makes me cum!"

Her words hit him like a freight train. He staggered back two steps and gazed down at his daughter. A string of clear fluid hung from her puffy lips. Ellie made no move to get up but squeezed her thighs together, smearing the liquid between them as her beautiful butt quivered.

When the little shakes finally stopped, Ellie calmly reached back and pulled her skirt over her rosy cheeks. She stayed like that for a minute, bent over the side of the couch, whimpering quietly. Then she stood and slowly turned to face her father.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, "I didn't know...I..."

"Goodnight,Larry."

Outbreak Day One

A calm hush had fallen over the carriage on the 10:49 to Edinburgh. The survivors huddled in small groups, talking in hushed tones, casting anxious glances at the barricade of luggage between them and the next carriage.

Terrible sounds could be heard through that barricade. Muffled moans, stifled screams, the wet rhythmic slap of flesh on flesh which the survivors did their best to ignore.

Ellie was sat side-saddle on Larry's lap, one arm draped around his back, her head nestled against his neck where she sobbed softly. "I'm sorry, Daddy."

Larry tried not to think about his daughter's squishy tush bouncing in his lap as the train rattled across country. "Come on, don't cry. It's your birthday."

"I've been awful to you. I've been a monster."

"I'll get you to your mom. No matter what."

Ellie looked up at Larry with big, shining eyes. "Aren't you scared?"

Larry was scared. Scared that if Ellie's magnificent mounds didn't stop shifting against him soon, he'd not be able to disguise the log growing in his pants. "Of course I am."

"I'm scared too. I thought I'd never see you again," Ellie whispered, moving her face even closer to his. Larry could feel her breath on his lips when she spoke. "Last year, at the dance recital..."

Larry felt his cock flex as he remembered the sight that had greeted him behind the locker room door that night. "Ellie, it's in the past..."

"...I practised that dance just for you. That's why I...did what I did. Because I didn't see you."

Shehadto have felt it. Ellie shifted, twisting to face him so that her legs straddled his waist, bringing his steely rod directly between her cushiony cheeks.

"I deserved it, what you did to me, I deserved to be punished."

"Shh, Ellie, it's in the past."

Their lips almost brushing as she spoke. "Will you stay with me?"

Larry knew he should stop it. A daughter shouldn't feel that way about her dad. A dad shouldn't have those thoughts about her daughter. But if he closed the gap then, he could have her. He knew it.

And then this phone rang.

"Fuck," Larry exclaimed, fishing his mobile from his pocket as Ellie drew back, disappointed. "It's the office."

He was about to answer the call when he saw the familiar expression of dejection on his daughter's face.

"It can wait," he said, squeezing Ellie's thigh affectionately as his cock pulsed beneath her again.

Ellie's face lit up. Her hand cupped Larry's cheek. She leant towards him. And then, from across the aisle, came two faltering words.

"I...want..."

It was the coach of the rugby team. Coach Dale. He was sprawled across two seats, sweat pouring down his forehead, panting like he'd run a hundred yard dash. His eyes were unfocused and bloodshot, leering overtly at Ellie and Larry, as he mauled the bulge in his tracksuit.

"Oh my god, is he...?"

Larry instinctively wrapped an arm around his daughter. "Don't move."

"I...want..."

"Daddy, he's infected."

Coach Dale tilted his head at an unnatural angle, his pupils narrowing to pins that locked in on Ellie and Larry, as he slowly lifted himself off his seat and into the aisle toward them.

Ellie gasped as the full extent of Coach Dale's arousal became obvious - his tracksuit was massively tented, causing the waistband to pull away from his body. An intoxicating aroma spewed out of the opening, something sweet yet musky, that made Ellie's shoulders sag and her pulse slow.

They were trapped - pinned between the approaching sex zombie and the train window - but a wave of tranquility washed over Ellie. She was with her daddy, nothing else mattered, apart from the twitching rod beneath her ass and that alluring odour...

"Ugh..." She couldn't contain the breathy gasp that escaped her lips as it pulsed beneath her, wedging tightly into her asscrack.

Her hand clasped to her mouth, but too late, Larry had heard. She saw the flash of panic in his eyes.

And Coach Dale - or what was left of Coach Dale - heard it too. The horny teacher hesitated in the aisle, watching Ellie straddling her father with interest.

Despite the danger, Larry couldn't ignore his daughter's perfect cheeks spreading around his rock hard cock. Her tiny skirt was so thin that it felt like a second skin, moulding itself to her sculpted butt and offering little protection against the hard length of daddy-dick that jerked once more beneath her.

"Sweetie, I'm sorry..."

"Don't be, it's natural and I think...do it again!"

"Huh?"

Unwilling to wait for her daddy to wrap his head around her request, Ellie rocked her hips back and forth in his lap, hotdogging his rigid rod with her butt.

"Ellie!" Larry gasped.

"Look, Dad, it's working. He isn't interested in us when we, y'know, when we do stuff. He thinks we're infected!"

Ellie was right. Coach Dale was still looming over them but his attention had turned to further down the carriage, where oblivious groups of survivors offered a tastier target for his burning desire.

But as Ellie dry humped her daddy, Coach Dale's gaze gradually turned back to them. "I...want..."

"It's not working," Larry groaned, his cock throbbing with the exquisite pleasure his daughter's butt was giving him.

"I...I've got an idea," Ellie stammered.

But Coach Dale had ideas too. The raving sex pest tugged his sweatpants to his knees, exposing a terrifyingly distended cock. The entire length was a deep red, almost purple, and webbed with veins thicker than Ellie's fingers.

Larry pressed his body against the side of the train, holding tightly to his daughter. "Whatever it is, do it quick!"

"Just trust me, okay?"

Larry tore his eyes away from the leaking member swaying towards them and gazed into Ellie's eyes. "I trust you."

The next thing Larry knew, they were kissing. Or, to be more precise, his daughter was kissing him. Tentatively, shyly, uncertainly.

Then Ellie felt his hand on the back of her head and his mouth opened in time with hers. His tongue slipped past her lips and she mimicked the movement.

And just like that, they stopped kissing like relatives and started kissing like lovers. It was passionate, urgent, needy. Ellie resumed her gyrations on her daddy's lap, this time with abandon, barely even registering when her tiny skirt was forced up over her hips until her daddy froze sudden beneath her.

Their lips stayed connected but Ellie sensed the moment suddenly slip away.

Then she realised why.

Earlier than day she'd taken off her underwear in a embittered ploy to get her daddy to notice her. And it had worked, just not in the way she'd expected it to.

Larry was staring between their bodies, past the small, neatly trimmed tuft of blonde hair, to where his daughter's pussy was mashed firmly against his navel. His cock lurched again and this time Ellie gasped - the taut material of her daddy's pants grazed across her sensitive rosebud.

In that moment, Ellie nearly came.

She might have done, if two gruff words hadn't been spoken beside them. "I want!"

A quick glance revealed Coach Dale was once again focused on them, his hugely swollen sausage only a foot away from Ellie's face.

She felt her daddy's grip tighten in her hair, then he forcefully redirected her lips to his. The hand he'd had around her back slipped down to her exposed butt and squeezed the soft flesh. Ellie moaned into his mouth, grinding her asshole against the lump beneath her, mashing her clit against her daddy's pants, revelling in the realisation that he wanted her as much as she wanted him.

Ellie whimpered into Larry's mouth between kisses. "I...oh god...Daddy...I want..."

A flash of panic crossed Larry's face. He pulled back but Ellie continued to hump against his erection. One of her hands darted between their bodies and fumbled at Larry's belt.

"I'm not infected, Daddy. This isn't something new. "

Ellie succeeded with his belt and tore at the waistband of her daddy's pants. A button pinged off, his flies ripped open. Her small hand fished inside, groping beneath his underwear until it closed around his burning spear of flesh.

Love Train Ch. 04

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