Capítulo 2: Prospective Beginnings
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Swat made his way to the back room, finding the two women spooning in the large double bed for warmth. He smoothed his black hair out of his eyes and prodded the bed with his foot, Satsuki and Masha jolted awake, briefly looking around terrified, but Masha seemed to calm down first, realizing it was Swat. Satsuki however pouted angrily at him, a safe spot to sleep was hard to come by in the wastes.
"G-Good morning. Swat." Masha said, trying to smooth the situation as she got out of bed.
"Morning." He crossed his arms and leaned on the doorframe, watching them thoughtfully. "Now. Let's talk terms…" he said calmly as they looked at each other. "The wasteland runs on water and caps. And I know right now that you two don't have either. I'm going west, but I'm not going now."
"But you said you'd take us." Masha said nervously, and he waved her down.
"Yes. I'll take you. But I'm not going to carry you… am I right in thinking that you two have never fired a gun in your life?" their silence spoke volumes. "That's what I mean." He continued, "I'd do all the fighting, all the hunting…" he shook his head, "I'm not doing that all the way to the Mojave, especially not the NCR. So… you and I are going to stay right here for a while until you're accustomed to survival in the wastes."
"They'll catch us if we stay here too long!" Satsuki spat angrily, "We need to-"
"Just. Stay calm…" he said, waving them down. "First I'll get you something that doesn't stick out." He gestured to their vault suits, "And I'll get you guns, teach you how to shoot… but you're going to pay me back." He said firmly, "And you're going to pull your weight." He sighed again, "That being said. I'm going out to get breakfast. STAY HERE." He said firmly, "Raid will protect you until I get back." He clicked his tongue and gestured to the girls. The big wolf strolled casually in and dropped lazily into the room, sighing loudly as he immediately began snoring. Not really filling them with confidence
"Lock up behind me." Swat replied casually and made his way out of the building.
He didn't feel like molerat. But he'd settle for molerat… His Mother's guidelines of the Waste: Don't eat anything that spends most of its time on two legs and don't eat anything a Raider or a Mutant give you.
The feral hissed as he approached an empty building, charging him rapidly. He was tempted to shoot the poor creature, but there was only one and that would be a waste of his sequoia's bullets. They don't come cheap after all… the combat knife buried itself deep into the hissing thing's jaw as it feebly tried to claw at him. He shoved the dead corpse away and examined the combat knife. "…60 caps well spent." He noted, slipping it into its sheath as he explored the house, canned food was better than nothing, but not preferred. After a while, you got used to the creatures of the wastes and their texture… although he had no taste for Rad scorpion.
Now there was only the matter of getting the women guns and clothes that didn't stick out… not that Satsuki's massive chest wouldn't draw eyes wherever she went. People are more likely to talk about vault dwellers than breasts you could use as basketballs. He could of course pay Sally for what he needed, and she'd keep her mouth shut… but that's a lot of caps that he'd rather not spend. He continued to think about it, finding a nice plump grouse. (Wasteland grouse have four legs so they're pretty quick.) To be fair it took him three shots to put the thing down, later cursing himself for forgetting another rule of the waste: Always reload.
"Fresh meat!" laughed a man as a spattering of bullets from a pipe rifle, he was soon joined by three others. Bloody raiders… he dropped his haul and darted into a building, flipping open his sequoia and quickly reloading as plaster and dust peppered above him from the bullets… he wished he brought Raid, but he was better off guarding the women. Taking a deep breath, he stood up and…
BANG!
"Fucker!" shrieked one of the raiders as one of the others flew backward from a bullet to the head. "Kill him! Fuck his shit up!" Swat frowned quietly as they shrieked obscenities at him, he sighed, and took a deep breath…
BANG! BANG!
"The fuck!?" the last raider shrieked and turned to run as his cronies dropped and began to lie in pools of their own blood. Swat ran out, took aim one more time and fired.
BANG!
"ARGH!! MOTHER FUCKER!!!" shrieked the bandit as he fell and what was left of his kneecap skidded several feet way. "FUCKER! FUCK YOU!" he rolled over aiming his pipe pistol at Swat only to have it shot out of his hand.
"You're not worth the bullet." Swat replied, holstering his empty sequoia and pulling out his assault shotgun. "Not 45-70 anyway." Painting the ground with the raider's blood he holstered his shotgun and began reloading the sequoia. "Damn raiders… causing all kinds of shit."
"And here I thought you might want help…" he turned pulling up his pistol as a caravanner and two of her guards appeared around the corner, she held up her hands in peace but her guards aimed at him. "Now. Now. I heard the bullets and came running. You alright?" she asked, a heavy southern drawl on her lips and her black hair cut short to reveal a collection of earrings around her left ear.
"Fine. Thank you." Swat replied, lowering his pistol but keeping it in his hand. "Heading to Salty City?" he asked, gesturing towards the largest town in the air. "It's still a bit that way."
"Thanks." She replied as the guards brought a brahmin pulled cart came around. "Are ah…" she pointed to the bodies, "…You going to want those?"
His eyes narrowed on the leathers and armor the raiders wore… and inwardly noted that there was no way the women would were such exposing gear. "…I want enough of their armor to make two sets. And some clothes maybe from your cart." He nodded, "You can have the rest."
The woman smiled prettily at him, "Done. Come have a look." She said, as he took two shirts, and pants and then stripped the raiders of what gear he could. Helping the trader with the rest. "So. You live around here handsome?"
"Swat." He said firmly, "…Kinda." He replied, "For now." He added, noticing the rather, curious look on her face.
"Well… Swat." She replied still smiling as the guards hauled the brahmin on, "My names Casey. Casey James from the Mojave." She held out a hand to him, he shook it. "Pleasure to meet you. Thanks for the loot."
"No problem." He noted as she turned and began walking away, grinning as he watched her go. He briefly wondered how long she might be staying in town, and if she wouldn't mind taking three more with her. but that was a mere afterthought. He needed to get back 'home' and get the women all dressed up.
He was halfway home when he remembered the last time he butchered fresh meat around his sleeping spot and carved up the grouse as best he could, tossing the carcass into an alleyway for later. Wrapping the chunks of meat into a disposable rag of cloth as he walked home. He crossed into his temporary home finding Masha absently rubbing Raid's belly as his back leg kicked happily in the air. Satsuki paced annoyed in the hall as Swat tossed the bag of food and clothes onto the floor.
"There. Go get dressed." He said kicking the clothes bag towards Masha as Raid grinned happily up at him. "…You spoil them." He said bitterly, tossing the chunks of grouse onto the flame and letting it sizzle.
"…Is this blood?" Masha asked curiously as she examined the leather armor.
"Yes." Swat replied, "Shoot raiders. Rule of the Waste." She squirmed slightly at the sight and added, "Better them than you…" Satsuki ignored the blood, took out the clothes and the armor and unflinchingly walked into the bedroom.
Masha sighed sadly, but stood up, slowly unzipping. Swat unflinching watched her, half wondering why she was undressing in front of him… but also not caring. He wasn't so much of a loner that he couldn't appreciate a beautiful woman. He had in fact, once or twice, paid a few choices companions off in the wastes for a good time. If she was going to undress in front of him, he was certainly going to watch.
Masha watched him unashamed for a moment, she was probably used to it. In fact, she seemed to slow down, teasing him. Tempting him. As her firm natural breasts came into sight, she was obviously aroused. Swat sighed to himself as he got an eyeful of her chest and shook his head. "What are you doing?"
"…We can't pay you." Masha said, a little sultrily, "…Satsuki and I decided that you deserve some… compensation for what you've done so far…"
"And she decided you would be the one to pay me?" he asked, it had become noticeably hotter as the zipper of the vault suit began to reveal platinum blonde pubic hair. He took of his coat and tried to focus on finishing the food… but she kept distracting him.
"I said I would go first… you said to work out a payment." The suit hit the floor, revealing the entirety of her unmarred, and pristine body.
Honestly, his plan was to get her and Satsuki to contribute by helping him with jobs… but he couldn't help the hormones of his male mind as the idea of free access to pristine Vault Girl pussy worming its way into the pleasure centers of his mind. His cock already hardening at the vision of Masha writhing beneath him…
He took the meat off the fire, deciding it was good enough and that he'd be too distracted to tend to it as he stood up. Masha was his height, which admittedly wasn't tall but still… he placed his hands on her arms, she was still, patient, watching him calmly as he rubbed her shoulders. She moaned a little too loudly, and he wondered where Satsuki was. But then he imagined that the moan was to give them a little privacy… then he remembered there was one more mattress in the apartment.
She moaned into his lips as he kissed her, his hands reaching around to rub her firm but sensitive ass as she gasped and began to loosen his clothes and armor. He lead her into the remaining room, a single worn mattress on the floor as he lifted and carried her towards it. Their lips still locked tightly together as her tongue darted into his mouth…
She was good at taking off clothes that was for sure. His pants, armor, shirt were tossed onto the ground and she got a good look at him. He was fit, not ripped like a supermutant or anything, but clearly, survival in the waste had been good to him… other than the various, and plentiful collection of battle scars all across his body…
"Oh… my…" she breathed softly, rubbing a few more prominent slashes on his chest. She didn't think he'd be this… damaged. But then she caught of glimpse, and a feeling, of his erection pressing against her belly. "…You're bigger than the nobles…" she whispered in surprise. The nobles weren't very big men… just pre-war rich. Swat was longer and thicker than any cock she had the misfortune of pleasuring in the vault. Satsuki thanks to her large, soft breasts were more popular and might have seen bigger varieties, but probably not as large as Swat.
(Swat however was an inch above average.)
She stroked it with her hand before dropping down to her knees on the mattress staring up at him reverently as she pulled the throbbing erection to her mouth and lovingly slurped it into her mouth. Reflexively he clasped her head in his hands, his thumbs rubbing through her short platinum blonde hair as she moved her head up and down his length, moaning as her hands wrapped around his waist.
"Mmn… Mmm…" she moaned softly, forcing herself down on him as her lips pulsed around his length, brushing against the root of his shaft as he grunted in pleasure. She was definitely not some common streetwalker. Suddenly she pulled away with a pop, "Ah…" she breathed, sucking in air as her hot exhale brushed against his cock head, she began to lick and kiss. Her tongue probing his dick hole as she went back down. If he wasn't careful she was going to pop him before he could get to the good parts…
Her green eyes gazed up at him as she went up and down his length, feeling him pulse in her mouth close to release as she readied herself for his load. It took all his strength not to fill her mouth as he pulled her off. She looked up at him, tongue outstretched as he throbbed impatiently for more, and closed her eyes, ready for his shot.
But she found herself on her back, looking up at him as she dropped to his knees, taking her legs and putting them on his shoulders as he buried his mouth against her pussy. She gasped as his tongue shot into her tunnel, she had never experienced this before. The nobles don't give… they take.
"Oh my… OH!!" she shivered as he pinned her ass to the mattress and her body writhed under his tongue, she bit her lower lip as she began to feel… excited. The pleasure was building inside her body that she had never experienced…
In Vault 69. A woman's life was to give pleasure, not receive it. So as a scream was pulled from her body and her limbs shook ecstatically she grinned blissfully as the orgasm shattered her mind. Satsuki charged from out of the room, holding Swat's sequoia and expecting Masha to be in pain, she was legitimately surprised to see Masha struggle to STOP her from interrupting.
"Don't!" she said looking at Satsuki pleadingly, "Stop! Don't Stop!" she added hastily as Swat worked on.
Swat continued unaware of her presence, Masha had wrapped her legs around his head as he continued to work her wet pussy. It trembled under his tongue as he finally came up for air Satsuki disappeared in an instant as he grinned at the cringing Masha, her chest heaving with pleasure as she tried to come down. He climbed over her, she stared at him nervously as he took her hardened nipple into his mouth, nibbling and suckling as his cock brushed against her womanhood. Her flexible legs at her shoulder as her pussy aimed upwards towards the ceiling, ready to receive him…
"A-ah… OOH!!" she cooed as he split her open, his cock sinking slowly inside her as he pushed deeper and deeper. She fit so tightly around him, he wanted to enjoy every inch of her insides as he felt his hips land against her. She never had anyone as big as him. He looked into her green eyes and began to move. He dominated her, pinning her to the mattress as he moved up and down, his movements never ceasing as he slammed away, grunting and growling as she gasped and begged for more.
But this wasn't about feeling good and getting off. Not completely. He had a feeling she was trying to seduce him, and it was an admirable attempt. But thankfully she wasn't quite used to what life outside her vault was like, and as she came, screaming and orgasm and he kissed her. He rather liked the results.
And wondered just how many women from vault 69 weren't used to a man his size…
She orgasmed again, her legs clenching against his body as her pussy squeezed around his cock, desperate to tug out his seed into her womb. But he wasn't so lust-driven that he was stupid… a baby with a 'client' bad idea. And it wasn't like he was going to wear a condom, (they were fucking expensive).
He sped up, forcing Masha to look into his eyes again as she panted. Her lips gently brushed against his mouth until he roared his release and ripped out of her. aiming his cock across her stomach as ropes of seed splashed against her body… all the way up to her neck.
Masha's legs flopped exhaustedly onto the mattress as she lay there panting, thoroughly exhausted even though Swat did all the work. He imagined he'd have to get used to that… a little dreamily she examined his load, brushing it up with her fingers as it stuck to them, staring at it curiously.
'It was so thick…' she had thought and as he watched began to lick it up. Water was precious in the wasteland and 'showers' were things for vault dwellers… and since she didn't have any radaway for a dip in the Salty Lake… she strangely found herself hungrily gulping down his load until as he watched until she was clean and he began to tug on his pants.
"…You were amazing…" she said after a moment, making him freeze.
"You don't need to flatter me." He said, not really believing her words. He certainly however believed her actions.
"It never felt that good before…" she said, standing up still fully nude as she approached him. "…Maybe this arrangement won't be so bad." She said, stroking his cock through his pants. "…We could make it a daily thing."
"Maybe next time I'll bend you over and fuck your ass…" he said firmly, reaching around and forcefully shoving his fingers between her cheeks and up her butthole. She flinched but didn't resist, staring into his eyes honestly.
"If that's what you want…" she said simply, "I'll do anything until we're safe." They stared into each other's eyes as he unashamedly fondled her ass, his fingers moving in and out as her body shivered. Then before pulling away he took his other hand and began to assault her pussy, she couldn't resist both holes being played with. Her body shaking, moving back and forth on his hands as she couldn't escape his probing.
"Ah AAH!!!" she came again, dropping to her knees as her body shook and a blissful smile crossed her face.
"Get dressed." He said finally, smiling a little. "You got to eat, and we got to train… you have to learn to handle something other than rods of meat after all." As he left, her hands went to her breasts, and squeezed them painfully, trying to divert her orgasm.
When everyone was dressed and calmed down, Swat took his sequoia, which wasn't in the exact spot he had left it at. He checked the bullets in the chamber and holstered it before he tossed on his duster coat. "Alright." He said, looking at the women all strapped up, "First lesson. Let's go see if my baits have been taken." The women looked at each other but followed, Raid wagging his tail at his master's side.
Heading towards the area where he threw away the grouse corpse he paused and listened. He nodded, hearing the crunching noise and looking around, finding a feral ghoul. "Alright." He whispered, taking out his sequoia and holding it out to the Masha and Satsuki. "That is a feral ghoul." He said, tilting his head towards the ghoul in the alley. "Kill it." He said firmly, pointing down the barrel and holding out the handle.
Satsuki reached out taking the sequoia from his hand and looking around the corner at the feral ghoul. "It kicks like a deathclaw." He added as she gripped it with both hands and pulled back the hammer, her large chest pushing in and out as she breathed. "Take your time." He added watching her carefully as she rounded the corner and aimed…
But didn't fire. The gun shook in her hand as her eyes began to widen, He sniffed and reached down for a rock, and tossed it absently into the alley. The ghoul looked up and shrieked at them as it caught sight of her. "Kill it." Swat replied.
"Satsuki!" Masha shrieked horrified as Satsuki fired at the charging ghoul. She missed, badly
Swat rounded the corner immediately and pulled up his shotgun, firing at its legs. It fell as its shrapnel-filled leg spiraled into the wall. It hissed and scowled at everything, but it remained on the ground. Its fingers scrapping helplessly on the dirt.
Satsuki was breathing heavily, he approached her. took her hand, and lead her to the ghoul. Helping her aim with the sequoia. "Don't waste my bullets." He said firmly into her brown eyes as she stared at him. "Kill it." He said again, aiming the gun for her. "Or go back to your vault."
Grim-faced, the beautiful Satsuki glared at the ghoul… and pulled back the hammer.
BANG
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Far off in the east, just outside a vault, a collection of protectrons marched seemingly aimless around a well-prepared tent. Outside, kneeling on a mat were three beautiful women in vault suits chained together by collars connected to each other. One was a short-haired blonde, tall and fit like she saw the vault gym a lot. The second was a redheaded freckled beauty that brought ideas of a 'country' girl. And the third was tanned, dark skin, and a little plump; but in all the right places… all three sat on their knees outside, looking miserable and remaining silent…
Then a man appeared: a fat, slovenly thing that had seen the gym in the vault in a very long time. He was almost fifty but looked older. His vault suit, purple instead of blue, and a cape. He scratched his balls and looked around. "#34?" he shouted suddenly as a protectron approached him.
"Yes? Sir Rodney the 10th?" the protectron answered slowly as the man glared at him.
"What is taking so long?!" he shouted suddenly, the women flinched nearby. But dared not move anymore.
"The scout eyebots have not returned…" the protectron answered in a monotone, "They are tracking the fugitives as we speak."
The man snorted bitterly, pulling out a canteen of wine and drinking bitterly. "Well… hurry it up! Those little sluts won't get away with killing my boy!" Then he turned into his tent, "I am bored! Prepare a cum dump!"
The protectron randomly, (literally he ran an RNG system) selected the dark skin girl, releasing her from the collar as she sighed in acceptance, and was dragged into the elaborate tent. She was practically slammed onto her back on a folding table, her suit unzipped to reveal her large natural breasts and her womanhood as her legs were folded under her arms and tied at the ankles and wrists like some BDSM turkey before a ballgag was held at her mouth. Reluctantly she parted her lips as the ball gag was tied to her face and Rodney stripped once she was 'prepared'.
"You may go 34." He said dismissively, slowly stroking his small cock as he approached. It was barely longer than four inches. But all the nobles weren't very big. He licked his lips hungrily as he lined his cock with the bound woman's pussy and shoved it in. she hardly felt it, but he was ecstatic. "Damn that's good pussy…" he grinned, "The Slutmaster trained you well…" he praised degradingly.
The Slutmaster was a very custom-built protectron as old as the vault itself. It trained the women in the ways of pleasure for the Nobles… and punished those that didn't.
He reached up and grabbed her hair, she hissed into the ball gag as he yanked her head forward, shoving his cock inside her again and again, slapping her tits and making them bounce, giggling like a child with a toy.
Which in a way, he was.
"Aaah! Oh!" Rodney suddenly hissed, firing a quick spurt into her pussy before pulling limply out. Sighing in relief as it dripped out of her onto the ground. "Mmn!" he grunted happily, slapping her ass as he walked away. "Damn good…"
Unsatisfied and uncomfortable the woman was forced to remain in that position until he was ready again, and since his stamina wasn't much to begin with. It seemed like he was punishing her for no reason… he used her again a couple of hours later, lasting no longer and firing inside her again. Leaving her on the table and walking outside. Taking the redheaded slave by the hair and using her mouth to clean his cock.
"Have the eyebots returned?" he asked annoyed, absently pulling the redhead up and down his length as she limply let him use her mouth.
"the ones dispatched to the north and east." A protectron answered, "the southern eyebots have come into range."
"Finally!" he hissed tossing the redhead away like a used rag, making her clatter against the blonde and returning to his tent. "Find them!" he ordered. His cock hardened from his clean-up blowjob as he climbed onto his 'cum dump' again. "I want those sluts alive!" and after a few quick strokes, he fired his seed again. Slapping the poor girl's chest as if it was her fault she felt so good.
End of Chapter
Casey James=Kaho Shibuya
'The Cum Dump' = Alexis Silver
Sex Slave #1= Puma Swede
Sex Slave #2= Rebecca Lane
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