Love Train

Chapter Six

Mary & Father O'Leary

Six Months After the Outbreak

Wind howled around the ancient walls of the seminary, whistling through gaps in the masonry, infecting the dormitory with a damp chill that crept into the nuns bones. Beyond those walls was the unceasing crash of waves, and beyond that...nobody knew.

Mary had grown accustomed to these three things: the wind, the cold, the uncertainty of life beyond the island. She slept a restless, dreamless sleep, trying to forget that unholy trinity for a while, until two words gradually penetrated her fathomless state of non-self.

"I...want..."

Mary shuddered, clinging to the wiry woollen blanket over her body, and murmured a fitful protest.

"N...no..."

"I...want..."

The words triggered a response deep within her psyche. Even in her unconscious state, the lizard part of her mind buzzed with an ancient impulse - fight or flight. Rousing into a condition of neither sleep nor wakefulness, she cried out.

"No! Father no, not there!"

Two strong hands gripped Mary by the shoulder and shook her roughly. The panicked young woman gasped and shot bolt upright, fully alert in a heartbeat.

"I want you to get out of bed this instant," chastised the stern-faced nun, shaking Mary awake, "you've missed Lauds already and mid-day Mass will soon be behind us."

The hammering in Mary's chest gradually abated. She wiped the cold sweat from her forehead, breathing deeply as she remembered where she was and why she was there.

Sister Brigid guessed the cause of the young girl's distress and softened. "Night terrors again?"

"Yes, Sister."

"You're in the Lord's care now, Mary."

"Has there been news from the mainland?"

"Don't trouble yourself with what lies over the waves. Think only of your prayers."

Mary's face dropped and her shoulders slumped. "Yes, Sister."

Sister Brigid was not without compassion. When the young woman had washed up on their shores, she'd been one of the few to argue in favour of offering the girl sanctuary. The same pity swelled inside her as she observed the melancholy lass.

"Once you've baked the host and finished patching the vestments, after Vespers and dinner,thenyou may go down to the crypt."

Mary's face lit up with joy. "You mean it, Sister?"

Sister Brigid couldn't help but smile, though she covered it with a cough. "Trynot to burn the host again, Sister Mary. You know how Mother Superior hates the smell."

Each hour felt like a week. Mary longed to sneak off to the crypt but she kept her promise to Sister Brigid, though her heart was racing and her hands trembling with excitement as she cleared the plates from dinner.

She still ached from her last visit. But it was a good ache. And there had been progress. At least, that's what she told herself. She had to believe there was progress.

Mary kept a hand cupped around the candle as she descended the flagstone steps to the crypt. The icy wind penetrated beneath even the deep caverns under the nunnery and even the slightest breeze could extinguish the delicate flame she carried.

If there was progress, there was hope, however slim.

The ground levelled off as she reached the end of the staircase. Her footsteps echoed on the vaulted chamber, announcing her presence to the thing chained in the dark depths.

"Hello?" Mary said softly.

For a long moment, there was no reply. Mary's heart dropped. But then she heard it.

"I...want..."

Outbreak Day One

Mary observed the cute girl in the skimpy cheerleader outfit as she gazed out of the window. Woolgathering, as her father would have said, among other things. But he was gone.

So much had happened since her father had succumbed to the infection and fallen to his knees at the altar of sin - the hectic flight on the platform, the last gasp rescue of Ellie's dad - and Mary had hardly had time to reflect on his fate.

But in the quiet lull that had descended over the survivor's carriage, while the train hurtled towards Edinburgh, Mary's thoughts became occupied with regrets.

"Do you believe in redemption?"

Mai turned to Mary dreamily and smiled blankly. "The fourth dimension?"

"What? No, I saidredemption, y'know, like... it doesn't matter."

Mai reached over and took Mary's hand in hers. The timid choirgirl flinched at the contact but Mai seemed not to notice. "You're thinking about your daddy, aren't you?"

In truth, Mary was doing everything she could tonotthink about her father. Her final sight of him was etched into her mind - her moral compass, her North Star, on his knees, slurping on a stranger's phallus like it was manna from heaven.

"No, well, sort of. I guess what I'm asking is, can good people do bad things?"

"The infected aren't bad people. They're just sick."

"I wasn't talking about the infected. I...gosh, I don't know why I'm telling you this...but I did something I shouldn't have done. With a boy."

Mai turned her gaze back to the rolling countryside. "Oh. Like sex?"

"What? No! I wouldn't...it's sinful...I..."

"Relax," Mai said with surprising softness, "I'm not judging you. I'm your friend. And anyway, everyone does it. It's natural."

"That's not what Father thought," Mary said darkly. "He brought down hellfire and brimstone on me, Old Gospel style."

"Maybe he was scared."

"Scared? The only thing Father feared was what would happen if his congregation found out about his heathen daughter."

"Maybe he was afraid of losing you."

Mary pondered that for a moment, then shook her head sadly. "Then why would he put me on this train? He was taking me to a nunnery. Away from temptation and far away from him."

Mai stared silently out of the window for a long moment before answering wistfully, "maybe youwerethe temptation."

The girl's cryptic words puzzled Mary into silence. How couldshebe a temptation?

"You don't understand. I did something I shouldn't have, not sex, not exactly, more like..."

"Anal?"

Mary blushed and looked around the carriage to ensure they weren't being overheard. "The casual way you talk about that makes me uncomfortable."

"Was it good?" Mai continued, as though nothing were amiss.

"We didn't, y'know, dothat. He just put it inside a little, so he wouldn't spill his seed."

"Kinky."

"No! I mean, it did feel sort of nice, but that wasn't why I did it," Mary paused. There was no use lying any longer. She took a deep breath and continued, "at least, that's what I told myself. But I knew it was wrong, I knew Lucas was lying to me just so he could stick it in me, but I did it anyway, and Ilikedit. It felt good being bad. I felt things I'd never felt before. Good things. Exciting things. So I didn't stop it, even though I know I should, because...because...because I..."

Too late, Mary noticed Mai's faraway gaze and absent smile. She'd been on the verge of confessing but it was pointless. The one person who needed to hear it was gone.

"I'm boring you, aren't I?" Mary said, fighting back the tears welling up in her eyes.

"Sorry, daydreaming again. Head in the clouds, y'know."

"Dreaming of anything nice?" Mary asked, sniffling into the sleeve of her shapeless dress.

"Oh, uh, this and that, nothing much."

Not for the first time, Mary noticed the way the kooky girl glanced back at her step-brother longingly.

"I get it. I know what it's like to feel unwanted, like nothing you do is ever good enough. Father..." Mary's lip wobbled and tears welled in her eyes again. "...Father was...Father was a godly man. He was just and stern and devout. And now...now I'm alone."

Mai placed her hand atop Mary's and held it tightly as the tears began to fall down her dimpled cheeks. "You're not alone. You've got me. And I've got you. We're friends."

Mary couldn't help but smile at the bright innocence of the tiny teen.

"Friends," she agreed, before looking pointedly down the aisle towards Seo-jun. "And friends don't let each other do things they'll regret. You should talk to him. He's your brother."

"Step -brother," Mai sulked.

"Brother, step-brother, what's the difference? He's family."

"He abandoned me."

Mary pondered that. She didn't know if redemption was possible but she had to believe it was worth a try. "You should give him a chance to explain."

The scenery beyond the train window grew rugged and untamed. For minutes at a time, Mary saw no trace of civilisation. No roads, no houses, not even the power lines that crisscrossed the land like webbing. She felt like the wilderness was pressing in on her, calling like a siren song from the bleak moors that hugged the train line.

Her thoughts strayed to the night that had set her on a path to the 10:49 to Edinburgh. The cool air tickling her bare legs, Lucas' trembling hands tugging impatiently at her underwear, his brother's cruel laugh when they saw the evidence of her excitement staining the plain cotton.

She'd buried those shameful memories deeply. But as the train delved further into the northern wilds, they bubbled to the surface of her mind, taking her back to her moment of weakness.

"Are you ready, Mary?"

"Uh...uhuh..."

Their voices seemed distant. Her mind folded in on itself, narrowing her focus to the blood pumping in her ears, the heat burning between her thighs, her short, gasping breaths and the need to feel it, to feel him, to feel full, and then it was there, pressing insistently against her perfect little rosebud, lubricated with her own sweet juices, stretching, distending, pushing her to a place she'd only skirted in her most secret of fantasies, until, suddenly, bliss!

A shiver ran through her entire body and her asshole clenched. For a moment, she'd have sworn she could feel that exquisite pressure opening her again. She squeezed her legs together, whispered a Hail Mary, and tried to ignore the wet heat between her thighs.

Thankfully, a commotion further down the carriage distracted Mary from her wicked thoughts. "Yo, Seo-jun, where you headed?"

Mary leant into the aisle in time to see Mai's brother push past his teammates, towing his petite sister behind him as the pair hastened up the train towards her. As they rushed past, Mary reached out and grabbed Mai's trailing hand.

"Mai, where are you going? What's wrong?"

Mai tugged weakly at her brother's hand. "Seo-jun, wait."

"There's no time, c'mon."

"No, wait. She's my friend."

"You don't have any--" Mai's brother hesitated, glancing back down the carriage where voices were rising in panic, before turning to Mary. "Okay. Come with us. Quickly."

"C'mon Mary," Mai sighed, slipping back into her trance-like state. "They're in the carriage. We have to go now."

Mary's stomach dropped. "They'rehere? How? Oh, Lord, help us. We're damned!"

"It's fine," Seo-jun said, straining to keep his voice level as he hurried towards the door at the end of the carriage, "no one is damned. We'll simply go into the next carriage and lock Coach Dale in..."

Mary bustled after the step-siblings, bumping into Mai as they came to a sudden halt. "What's wrong? Why isn't the door opening?"

"Because we're at the end of the train," Mai said dreamily. "There's nowhere else to go. We're trapped."

In the chaos that followed, terror gripped Mary's soul. She fell, insensible, into a seat beside the door as the step-siblings quarrelled over their predicament.

The animalistic grunts of the infected drew closer, proceeded by a intoxicating scent that seemed to stoke the unwelcome heat between Mary's thighs.

She was damned. Condemned to this unliving hell of carnal instinct as punishment for her wrongdoing. She deserved her fate. She accepted it. She despaired.

And then Mai did something so pure, so full of grace, so selfless, that Mary's heart sang with hope once again. The tiny cheerleader walked willingly into the arms of the lurching lechers, buying her step-brother time to bust open the door to the driver's compartment.

"Thank heavens!" Mary exclaimed, stepping through the door into the driver's compartment and holding out her hand to Seo-jun. "C'mon, while they're distracted."

But the handsome rugby player hesitated on the threshold, turning back to the heaving mass of bodies descending on his stepsister.

When he looked back at Mary, there was a hardness to his gaze that made her flinch. "Good luck."

"Good luck?" She repeated.

Without another word, Seo-jun slammed the door between the carriage and the driver's compartment closed.

Mary threw herself against the door, heaving at the handle, but whatever mechanism held it closed was too strong for her. She pounded her fists on the door in frustration. "Don't leave me! Please don't leave me!"

But it was too late - no reply came from the other side of the door - only the muffled moans of unbridled sin.

She was alone, the sole survivor of the 10:49 to Edinburgh. Apart from, of course, the driver, who at that moment croaked two words that cut to Mary's core.

"I...want..."

A figure rose from the driver's seat, silhouetted against the bright light streaming through the wraparound window at the train's tapered nose. Mary slumped against the door as her will to resist waned.

"I...want..." the zombie groaned, staggering towards the forlorn choirgirl.

"Please, I beg you, I'm...I'm a virgin."

At that moment, the driver's compartment was plunged into total darkness. Compressed air roared around the train as it burrowed through a tunnel deep beneath the rolling hills of the Scottish borderlands.

"Hail Mary, full of grace, the Lord is with thee. Blessed art thou..."

Mary whispered her prayer breathlessly, clutching the crucifix hanging between her breasts, as she waited for the unseen evil to claim her.

"...pray for us sinners, now and at the hour of our death. A..."

Daylight flooded into the compartment, blinding Mary and silencing her intercession. Peering through the fingers shielding her face, Mary was shocked to see the zombie had taken only one step closer to her during their long transit through the tunnel.

Now the light played across its features. Mary's gaze wavered as it travelled up the zombie's pale legs, her eyes widening at the sight of its pendulous balls dangling beneath a penis that throbbed and pulsed with a life of its own.

She paused, transfixed, at the thing twitching and dripping before her eyes. It was inhuman, swollen to monstrous proportions, and inspired a twinge of pity in Mary's tender heart - such an inflammation must surely cause discomfort.

"I...want..."

There was something familiar about the damned soul's faltering refrain that drew her eyes upward, away from the oozing organ, over the crumpled white shirt that hung loosely across its torso, to the black dog collar around its neck.

Mary froze, unable, or unwilling, to look any further until the thing repeated its growling demand once more.

"I want!"

Finally, unable to hide from her fate any longer, Mary looked up into the things frenzied eyes and whispered a simple reply.

"What do you want, Father?"

Mary's pious father, a pillar of the community, was standing six feet away from her with the biggest boner she'd ever seen. Granted, that was a short list of boners, but the malformation swaying before her dwarfed Lucas' prick.

She should have been afraid, or disgusted, or surprised. But she felt oddly calm. And it wasn't because of the potent aroma wafting towards her from her father's crotch. It was a tranquillity that came from within.

It was grace.

Because Mary knew what she had to do next - she had to lead her father to redemption.

Mary knew she had to offer him an impossible choice, a choice that no father - much less her God-fearing, Bible-preaching father - would ever make.

It came to Mary like divine inspiration. The path forward was clear. The curvy redhead turned her back to her lecherous father and knelt as though in prayer. She rested her face against the rough carpet and reached back for the hem of the thick, ankle-length dress her father had picked out for her that morning.

"I...want..."

"Do you, Father? Tell me, if you're still in there, do you really want this?"

Mary lifted the heavy fabric over her waist. It bunched beneath her large breasts, exposing her milk-white rump to thing drooling behind her. Mary heard two faltering footsteps approaching her mooning behind.

"I...want..."

"It's me, Mary, your daughter. Father, if you can hear me, ask yourself, do youreallywant this?"

Her panties peeled away from her pussy with a tacky squelch. Mary pulled them down to her knees then slid her hands back up her thighs to her soft, full cheeks. Something was acting through her, commanding her to take two handfuls of those jiggly spheres and spread them apart.

Two more footsteps and then a heavy thump directly behind her, close enough to touch. Mary closed her eyes and waited, praying silently.

"I...want!"

"I know you're in there, Father. I believe it. And you don't want this."

Hot, damp breath enveloped her puckered ring, causing it to clench in anticipation of the lustful beast panting over it, inhaling her scent.

"I...I...I..."

"Resist it, Father. Fight it."

Something dripped onto the sensitive valley of skin above her tight hole. Mary shivered, realising her father's saliva was slowly flowing downward, spilling over the protruding doughnut of muscle to drop into the gently gaping pit.

"I...w...wan...I want..."

Mary was no longer sure whatshewanted. Strange feelings were swirling inside her, feelings she hadn't had since the night Lucas opened her backdoor with his pecker.

"Lord guide me and protect me...oh!"

Her father's tongue lapped once at the treasure she was offering him. The wet, rough flesh sent thrills to the achy little button begging to be touched between her legs.

"I want!"

Whatever battle was raging inside the infected body of Father O'Leary was lost at the first taste of his daughter's nubile hole. After that final, forceful growl, he dove into Mary's tush with the hunger of a hundred men.

"Oh Lord, oh Lord! Father, don't...you should't...oh Lord!"

Despite her protests, Mary kept her hands clamped to her cheeks. Her nails bit into the soft flesh as she intuitively stretched her bubble butt wider, opening her winking rosebud to the rabid tongue slurping and probing its depths.

"Father...oh Lord...Father please..."

Mary could feel her Father's lips fasten around her slippery hole as his tongue speared into the tight tunnel beyond. She felt it working in and out like a piston, breaching the elastic noose with increasing ease as her body succumbed to her Father's unbridled rimming.

The evidence of her arousal was running down her thighs. She squeezed her legs even tighter together, mewling as her swollen lips kneaded together, more buttery fluid overflowing their puffy folds.

"Father...Father...I...I...oh Lord, I want..."

Mary didn't know what she wanted any longer. Her insides fluttered, her tiny bumble quivered around the intruder. She rocked back against her Father's anal assault, bathing in the warmth radiating from her anus to her clit.

"Oh Father, I want..."

She had to believe he was still in there. She had to believe her could be redeemed. She wanted to save him. She wanted more.

"Father, I want...I want you to put it in me...I want you to put it in my bottom."

Such a flagrant request gave the thing chowing down on Mary's ass pause for thought. Its tongue withdrew from her clutching tunnel and its lips broke their seal around her anus. For a heartbeat, Mary felt a stab of disappointment.

Love Train Ch. 06

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