A Fallout Bound Heart (Sparklemuffin & Jack Stalker)

[sparklemuffin]

The last two weeks had been Hell. Natalie Bradley knew no other word to describe the wasteland outside the vault. Her mission had been simple enough: their reactor was failing, she was the only technician who knew what parts to look for on the surface. Natalie got the parts -- and saw the rest of her search team die one by one to the mutated beasts and bugs they encountered. When she returned home it was too late, the reactor had melted down. Her Vault was no more than a radioactive pit. Everyone she had ever known or loved was gone, and for all Natalie knew, she might have been the last person on Earth.

Natalie has done what she could to survive. Boiling water, scavenging buildings for old-world packaged foods. Gog bless America for preservatives! She has fought back against the beasts she has encountered; the closest thing to human was a feral ghoul she beat to death with a wrench... Which is all she has left to defend herself, since her 10mil ran out of ammo fighting the bugs and molerats.

Natalie Bradley is fearing the worst; that's she's going to die alone in the wasteland. But she's smart, tech-savvy, and hasn't given up yet...

 

[Jack Stalker]

"FUuuCCKk... AUUNNGGHH!" Tom 'Tyrant' Steadman came hard, jerking furiously as he splattered the wall next to him with a torrent of hot searing cum. He really should have restrained himself, waited, withheld his seed for its rightful place inside her tight young cunt... instead of shooting it onto a broken down pile of bricks, plaster and shreds of wallpaper.

However she was just too hot, even at this distance through binoculars. He could make out everything about her that counted, her slight petite form, her incredible shape, slim legs and perfectly tight body that sported a pair of tits that were just the right size to be squeezed by his hands, then bitten by his teeth.

She wore the ragged remains of a vault suit, and it looked like she'd been through the wringer, scavenging and fighting for survival since she'd gotten out of one of those places. It looked like she was a survivor who could handle herself, she must have been... with a body like hers if she couldn't handle herself she would have been raped to rags by now. Hell, that could still be her future.

He was going to have her, not just for her flesh, but for the tech skill that the pip boy strapped to her forearm declared that she possessed.

A few more minutes passed, then the shifting of rocks and debris alerted him as his team arrived. He slid away his radio and binoculars and pointed to the building he'd seen her go into. "She's down there. I'll handle things, understand, you just seal up the perimeter, keep an eye out for any interruptions." he growled.

Taking another look he watched. She hadn't moved in a while, her infrared glow pin pointing her in a building. She'd probably found somewhere to get her head down for the evening. It was time to move. He popped a couple of buff out's, then headed out. His infrared visor down, shotgun ready. Smirking as he moved in, closer and closer, until he was outside the building she'd earmarked. Some sort of old record store, unremarkable from the outside and certainly not a target for looters or scavengers. rusted blue cash registers, dust and debris covered record racks, an old player on a counter and more records decorating the walls. Old posters of pop bands and singers long forgotten... it was a shrine to an era he'd never seen and had less interest in. Who would?

Clever girl.

He took a shot of Jet, then kicked in the back door nearest her heat signature. Normally he'd have been less noisy, but the place was clear. The local feral, and a couple of other ghouls, including one he'd labelled Max, had been found by a scout with their heads caved in, maybe a wrench? Either way, he was good to go, there was no one around in this neighbourhood to get in his way.

He confronted her almost immediately, feeling the burn as he moved fast and she moved slow, he levelled the gun at her, shoving the door shut behind him as he faced off against her. Up close she was like nothing he'd ever laid eyes o. Perfect. Pure.

His now.

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"Okay princess... this is the way it's going to go." he growled, waving the barrels at her. "Turn around, down on your knees, don't reach for the hardware and you don't lose a limb." Tom nodded towards her arm. "I just want you to use that computer thing on your arm... you be nice, and you'll probably get to walk away mostly intact." he grinned through his makeshift mask, popped the infrared visor up on his head, sliding his cage mask aside to get a better look at her.

"I'm not gonna lie. My men outside, they'd rip you apart if they got their hands on you. You don't want that, so you better play nice." he grinned. "What do you say, princess? How about we start like this. What's your name? Mines Tom... and for the next few minutes I'm your fucking lord and master. Do what I tell you and you'll be fine. Okay?"

This close she looked like a fucking dream, the combination of drugs and Adrenalin, coupled with his roaming gaze, making him harder than he'd ever been. He openly raped her with his eyes, before raising them to stare at her. "Well? You do know how to use that, right? I need something opened, and right now you are the only fucking key in town."

Was she though? That box... there was something weird about it, like it wasn't tech at all.. but what else could it be. It's not like there was any magic in the world. All the magic had been blasted to ash years ago.

 

[sparklemuffin]

After another night in the wastelands, Natalie Bradley found herself a decent place to bed down for the night. The city had looked like a hopeful bastion from afar -- yet from within it was a maze of fallen buildings, sinkholes amidst ruined streets and wrecked cars, festering with filth and giant bugs. There were no signs of people yet, save the wrinkled things she'd fought off with her wrench a day ago. Those might have been human once, but now they were mindless creatures that had attacked her on sight... Natalie absently rubbed her left thigh and winced at the scratch one had given her; torn straight through her suit. She was beginning to doubt she would fine any real survivors at all! But someone had to be out there.

"The Vinyl Vault" was a pleasant little shop, dusty and untouched by scavengers. Clearly music wasn't a priority after the bombs fell and the building was stable enough to have held up this long. For the first time in days, Natalie even smiled as she thumbed through some of the racks. There was a good mix! Untouched, and probably worth a fortune to...absolutely no one anymore. Nat sighed and settled in for a light dinner.

She still had a can of dogfood she hadn't had to resort to yet, but settled on a pack of stale gumdrops to ease her stomach for now. She drank a good amount from her Vault-Tec canteen, more than half! If she wanted to last, she'd need to find more to boil... Nat took her bottle of Nuka Orange out of her bag and stared at it for a few minutes. It was her fallback, her last resort -- she really wanted to savor every last drop, not drain it own because she dying of thirst...

Nat decided to busy herself with a little repair work by Pip-Boy light, and checked out the record player on the counter. It was a bad idea to make noise -- but it had felt like so long since she'd heard a record, since she'd danced to a slow song...

She was almost done when she heard the crash -- saw the blur of motion -- and leveled her eyes upward, straight down the barrels of a shotgun!

When the man behind the gun spoke she gasped! It happened almost too quick to process. Turn around, kneel, lose a limb! Something about her pip-boy... Nat winced when he reached for his mask! Yet gawked when all she saw was a man. Not a terrible thing, no wrinkled monster-person. A big, rude man threatening her life.

Nat still trembled, but turned around slow as he had asked and fell to her knees. "N-Natalie! Natalie Bradley..." She answered his first question, her hands up and still holding a screwdriver from her repairs. She nodded softly, tying desperately to keep her composure. "Yes... Yes I know how to use my Pip-Boy." The stress was getting to her. She thought finding survivors would be a happy moment! Now, Nat was tired, hungry, and terrified... At gunpoint.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Tom continued to rape her with his eyes.

Up close she made him so fucking hard. When was the last time he'd seen a woman like this? Only during that little trip in disguise to Diamond city, to scope the place out and pick up some shit you couldn't steal. It was risky, he wouldn't like to go back. There was only so much of the raider in someone that you could cover up with clothes and gear, sometimes he'd felt the guards looked right through his cover, like they were just fucking with him. No, he wasn't happy about having to go back there just to get some prime pussy.

And now he didn't need to.

He grinned as she dropped to her knees, moving up to grab her wrists, twisting one until she dropped the screw driver, bending them down around her back to nestle in the small of it. Holding them there with on powerful hand, he pulled out some rope, tying them in place, before dragging her to her feet, then pulling her over to the shop counter, shoving her forwards against it.

Tom pulled out his radio, grinning as he spoke into it. "I got the package. Get grubber and the others and head back to the museum. Two will attract less attention than a group. Make sure no one fucks with the box." he hissed. An acknowledgement crackled back.

He turned back to Natalie, one hand bunched its fingers in her hair, while the other smoothed over her pert, taut, firm ass cheeks, squeezing at them through the tight fitting blue vault suit. He reached around, unbuckling her belt, letting it fall away as he kicked her ankles apart. "Well, we won't be disturbed now. If we're lucky, not ever. Here's the deal." he leaned in, his mouth close to her ear. "A girl like you would fetch thousands of caps at the local whore market, but I have a better use for you. A fresh woman form a vault like you, she'd be torn to rags by my men... you play nice and I'll keep you for myself. Behave and I won't have to punish you too hard. o as I say and I'll make sure you get an easy ride... and if you use that thing on your arm to open what I want, well, I'll cut you in on the spoils, a whole fucking museum basement full of goodies most likely." he grunted.

Forcing her against the counter, he pushed up against her ass, where she would have felt the huge thick bulge inside his leathers shoved against her. With his fist still grasping her hair he slid his other hand around and down into her pants, stroking his fingers through her pussy lips, sinking them roughly against her flesh, two pushing into her while his thumb felt against her clit. "Fuck, you feel so good... but I bet you don't want some rough bastard to just fuck you open, right here, bent over this counter, do you?" he growled. "So why don't we try this..." he reached into his pack, took out a thick black metal and leather collar and fastened it about her neck, a dim flashing blue light on the front signalling it was active. "I believe in a simple reward system." he hissed, leaning in he bit her ear, nibbling the lobe, bathing her throat in hot breath. "You do as I fucking tell you and you get to share in my food, my water, my spoils... everything I get from that museum I mentioned. You don't, you get punished, until you do." he grinned.

He untied her, then rolled her along the counter until she was facing him, her ass squashed into the edge of it, his fingers in his mouth as he sucked off the taste of her. His other hand waved a device in it, before he stepped back. "I want that hand to help with my lock, later..." he nodded to her pip boy. "...And that hand to jerk me off, now, because, Natalie, you are too fucking hot to ignore." he growled. "Play nice and I won't use the collar." he toyed with the device in his hand. "Make me come with your hand... and I won't have the energy to rape you into submission." he chuckled gruffly.

"Your move."

 

[sparklemuffin]

Natalie pulled away reflexively as her arm was grabbed and twisted -- not that it helped. Her hands were tied, her screwdriver gone, and she was dragged to her feet with only a few sparing gasps and shrieks to defend herself... Punctuated by a sharp scream as her ghoul-scratched thigh slammed against the counter! The man -- Tom -- didn't stop there of course... Natalie felt his rough hands toy with her body; her grabbed her hair and groped her ass. Then her belt, and her gun with it, fell to the floor. She was almost glad that her heavy wrench was still in her work bag with her tools, but any thought of reaching for it was lost when her feet were kicked apart.

"No!" Nat squealed, her legs spread, her vulnerability hitting her fully. And then he was pressed against her; she felt his cock against her! They were still clothed, but it felt inevitable now. Her voice cracked as she let out several soft sobs. Natalie Bradley, last survivor of her vault, had finally found other survivors on the surface! And he was going to rape her, then and there... She wasn't ready for his hand. His filthy fingers brushed through the soft tuft of hair above her cunt, and dived between her lips to find her clit with ease. Nat gasped and winced as he toyed with her, and tears fell when two of his fingers delved inside.

She wined and fussed, and her lower lip quivered, as Tom collared her and made his offer. It wasn't much of a bargain -- it sounded like she'd be a slave, a sex slave at that -- in exchange for protection from his own people. But also food and water, and whatever 'spoils' meant. All under threat of 'punishment' of course.

It ended with her untied, and Tom sucking his fingers. Natalie listened well, saw the device he held, and understood immediately the purpose of the collar. Her heart sank, and her expression fell as shock gave was to the realization of her situation. A few unbidden sobs couldn't be helped, but she tried to show a brave face as she pulled her pants back up, though she still felt violated by his intrusion. That he savored the taste on his fingers was equally disturbing.

Natalie sniffled, but nodded all the same. "Alright..." Her voice cracked, and was barely above a whisper. She cautiously approached eyeing the bulge in his pants -- then his shotgun, again, and the other device that controlled her collar. Slowly she unzipped Tom's pants and carefully pulled his cock free. It was immense, frightening even to imagine that thing penetrating her! She thought about drawing his testicles out, too -- some men liked having their balls teased -- but thought it best not to touch anything so sensitive just yet. Nat put her small hand around his penis and began to stroke him slowly.

Up and down his shaft with care, paying special attention his head; particularly the sensitive rim where she massaged gently, while her thumb teased under the glans. He already smelled of pre-cum before she'd even touched him but she tried (and failed) to hide her disdain... Natalie jerked him off slowly and carefully; unenthused and utterly disgusted. At times her eyes drifted to her discarded belt, or her work bag; her gun and her wrench. Maybe if she bided her time she'd get free -- maybe there were other survivors, kinder than Tom and his men. Or maybe Tom's offer was the best life she would find in the wasteland after all.

It was an awful thought. And then she was crying again.

 

[Jack Stalker]

It was crude, vulgar and brutish of him, the way he treated Natalie, but Tom had no time for pleasantries in the world he lived in. You saw something you wanted, you took it... if you waited, then someone else would take it. Being nice? That was a weakness that would get you killed, being a bastard got you respect, caps and whores... and in his raider gang he was the biggest most dangerous bastard, so why shouldn't he get the best spoils? It was expected, something that was natural... and Natalie? Well, she was the best piece of ass in what was left of this state, from what he'd seen of her so far.

So claiming her for himself? That was just a basic fact.

He relished the feel of her writhing in his grasp as he'd shoved two fingers inside her, to induce shock and to fuel his lust as he violated her tight young cunt. She was vault fit, clean, likely carrying next to no rads, just banged up a bit by her escapades out on the surface. She was in prime condition and there was no way he was going to let her get away, no way he was going to let anyone else molest her. No, now she was his and he was going to take his fill of her flesh and bend her to his will.

He kept a cocky smirk on his face as he watched her slowly come to the realisation that she was screwed. The collar about her throat was the shock variety, of course, he wasn't going to risk blowing the head off a prime specimen like she was, he wanted to use her, fuck her, sink into her and make her feel him while he fucked her ragged... oh, plus he needed her to use that thing on her arm. A near magical tool for techies. He grinned as she pulled her pants back up, that wasn't going to be a permanent solution. However he was pleased that she didn't seem to make a move for his device or try to run, her brain must have been weighing her options right now, and he was the best game in town in his eyes. What else did a woman really want, other than a powerful man to look after her and fuck her raw as he saw fit?

Nothing, as far as Tom was concerned.

Tom groaned, maintaining eye contact as Natalie approached him, shuddering visibly as the sound of his zip being drawn down echoed about the room. "Fuck yesss... auuummmhh!" a groaning hiss escaped his lips, as she attempted to wrap her fingers as far around his cocks fat girth as she could, his massive rod springing forth to twitch and sway as she grasped it and began to work it with her fingers. It swelled in her hand, stiffening and throbbing as it grew under her touch. He gasped, gritting his teeth as she assaulted his member with her small and delicate hand. The urge to come immediately, after so long denied the touch of such a perfect girl, was strong, but he clenched his teeth and fought against it, instead savouring the touch of her small fingers as she drew them up and down his length.

Her fist fucking of his cock got him harder and harder, his pre cum weeping from the cock slit to be smeared up and down his length by her strokes. He noticed her looking about here and there as his cock grew, swelling to its full monstrous size in her palm. He waited a while, a few minutes, until he was properly erect, his cock slick with fuck juice, then he grasped her hand, removing it from his cock and twisting it, spinning her around and forcing her wrist into the small of her back as he shoved her forwards against the counter again. This time he held her arm firmly, while his other hand maintained its grasp on the device.

"Close. You almost made me come... sadly you didn't have your mind on the job, your focus on following my instructions, so now you get to experience the punishment portion of things." he grunted. "I'm a fair man, but you tried to take advantage of me Natalie, that's not very nice, is it? Drop your pants, pull them down over those sweet little ass cheeks I know you're hiding in there... then grab the other side of the counter with your hands and spread your legs." There was a dusty cracked mirror on the other side of the counter... he found her face in it as he leaned over her, releasing her hands so she had the opportunity to comply with his wishes.

"You need to be disciplined bitch. I wouldn't let my men ignore my orders, why should I let you? The deal was to make me come, but you want to fucking stare at your backpack, glance at your belt, think about running when you should have been spitting on my cock or using your mouth to help your hand get me of. Now you have to be punished." he hissed, nibbling her ear, leaving it glowing. "Pull down your pants and spread 'em. I'm just going to spank your ass until I'm satisfied. You just need to say one of two things. You need to tell me to smack you again... do that and I'll slap that firm, taut, perky little ass of yours until its throbbing like my cock. Or you can tell me to fuck you... in which case I'll open up that tight little cunt of yours." he paused.

"Oh, the way you get me to actually stop all of this... is for me to see your drooling pussy get wet. That's how you give me your apology Natalie. You let your cunt drool down your legs from me spanking your ass... and I'll stop all together and we can be getting a move on to where we need to be." he chuckled. "You can try to negotiate another deal if you want... but be careful, or I'll use the collar... and I've seen what that can do to a woman. It can leave them a shivering drooling mess. Bucking. Writhing. Begging. You don't want that, right?" he chuckled, his voice filled with equal levels of threat and amusement.

He waited, ready to either begin slapping that perfect ass until she gave him one of the things he wanted, or flip a switch and send shivering vibrating jolts of energy ripping through her taut body and sensitive nerves.

 

[sparklemuffin]

Natalie shrieked as her hand was pulled away and pinned behind her back, while Tom slammed her against the counter! He made his intentions known, but it didn't make sense... Until he mentioned how her eyes had wandered. "Wha..?" She half-blubbered but thought the better of it. How the fuck had he caught that? "I... I..." Nat stammered, but there was no sensible excuse -- and then he bit her ear. She winced at the subtle sting of it, and tried to understand what it was he wanted -- what she had to do to endure this punishment.

The first part was clear. But Natalie did that slow... She sniffled as she eased her pants down, slowly revealing the curves of her ass -- soft, perfect, untouched by the harshness of the wasteland. She only brought them down as far as her knees but it was enough to comply with the rest of his commands; and to reveal her ghoul-scratched left thigh. Nat spread her legs and leaned over the counter on her tip-toes, grabbing hold of the other side. From behind, Tom must have had a swell view -- the rosebud of her anus nestled between her soft cheeks, and the lovely curves of her vulva; her pussy dry.

Natalie was left with a choice of predicaments -- to request to be spanked or fucked.

Either would be its own agony, but the latter more invasive and demeaning. If he serious about not stopping until she was wet, the spanking was unlikely to do it... It lose/lose, and if she didn't pick soon she'd get shocked on top of it! Nat was a clever girl -- he was going to toy with her until he came, regardless. She shut her eyes and loosed a few sobs. It was better to get the inevitable over with.

"Fuck me..." Natalie mumbled, choking back tears.

 

[Jack Stalker]

As Tom stood behind Natalie, he felt his cock growing harder, pre cum dripping from the bulbous helm as he looked at Natalie, shoved over the counter, vulnerable, about to be exposed. He had no idea how she would react to his depraved commands, but he knew one thing, that no matter what he would find a way to twist things, find a way to get himself inside her. He had to play reasonably fair, at least in his mind, to imprint in her the feeling that she could get some sort of positive result from compliance... but in the end she was simply too fucking hot to allow to walk free, he wanted her, there was no one to stop him...

...so he was going to have her.

Her half voiced beginning of a rebottle to his accusations, an excuse, faltered in her throat as he forced her into place, causing him to grin. "Yeah.. you know what you did... no point trying to deny it. You had your chance and this will be a fine lesson for the future. You give me what I want and you get what you want... well, within reason. Anyway, look at the bright side... finally you won't have to rely on your fingers, or some phallus to get you off when you feel the need. Finally you can have a real cock inside you, after being a fucking popsicle for all these years, eh, vault girl?" he chuckled hoarsely, as his hand smacked against her left cheek, not even waiting for her to pull down her pants. The echo of it was the real music of this place.

He hissed, admiring the shape of her ass as she slowly pulled down her pants. He assisted her, shoving her ankles apart, watching the material stretch at her knees, SMACK, a palm print appeared on her left cheek, SMACK another on her right, his fingers smoothing over the skin in the aftermath. feeling the heat of her body. He noticed the scratch, didn't care, instead squeezing at her ass, feeling the firm flesh that demanded attention. "You're a fucking perfect little peach aren't you? How long since you got fucked Natalie? Did anyone in that ruined vault, the one that popped a while ago, lit up the sky, did anyone there fuck you before you left.. I bet they all wanted to, didn't they. I bet, with a hot little slut you you walking around, cock teasing them in that skin tight 'fuck me' jumpsuit you wear... I bet they all wanted to screw you blind." he huffed." But they didn't have the balls, didn't have the guts, still had some shred of decency." he laughed.

"That's why I get to have you, and they get to die unhappy." he shook his head. "Assuming you don't hold out of course."

SMACK his hand slapped into her ass as she immediately caved, "Fuck me? Wow, I must have been right." he ran his fingers down to her cunt. Dry. He stroked along the folds of her slit, splaying them apart, teasing at her clit, thumbing her anus. "You feel real fucking tight... I'm going to have to force you open, but don't worry, eventually you'll get to like it." he grinned again. Reaching around her, her found the zip of her suit, drawing it down slowly, before he slid his hand inside, squeezing her tits, one after the other, then slowly capturing her nipples, in turn, twisting and tugging on them, "Great fucking tits too, just the right size. Don't you worry Natalie. I'll make sure they stay mine." he chuckled again, a gruff, bass, resonating sound as he spat on her ass, watching the spittle run down her crack, oozing towards her cunt, smeared into her crease by his fingers.

"Now... I'm a reasonable guy. Everyone can screw up now and again. I know you meant to get me to come with your hand... you just fucked up. We don't want that to happen again, do we Natalie?" he advised her, sinking a finger into her cunt, drilling it inside her, feeling her inner heat, then pulling it out in order to thumb her anus, squeezing it, stretching it, forcing it to spread open and take an inch of his thumb into it.

"Tell me... who fucked you last Natalie? I want to know. Tell me. How was it... what did they do to you. I want to know? While you do that I want you to think... do you want to run the risk of getting knocked up? Do you want to run the risk of me being rad free enough to put one in your belly... or do you want to stay risk free... and take it in your ass... regardless of how tight you look there? Take your time, there's no need to hurry... when you're done... just tell me where you want it. Make me want to fuck you. You know what will happen if you don't." he hissed, tapping her shoulder with the device in his left hand while playing idly with her tits and nipples with his right. Meanwhile his cock slapped against her ass, smearing pre cum onto her skin, speckling her flesh with faint strings of it as his bobbing cock bumped against the faded redness left by his palms.

 

[sparklemuffin]

Natalie screamed when he struck her! And wailed when he slapped her ass again... But when Tom brought up her vault, how it had lit up the sky, that was when her tears flowed. And the was way he talked about them -- how badly they must have wanted her -- it was sick! But everything about Tom was sick...

She winced as he hit her ass again; then wet her with his spit and teased his fingers. "No..." She mewled between sobs. Next her top was unzipped, and he had her breasts in hand. Squeezing them was not so bad, but when he pinched her nipples -- twisted and pulled at them -- she grit her teeth and tried to hold back, but ragged breaths escaped and pained squeals were soon to follow. Natalie shook when he spoke, and her eyes went wide when his them and finger slipped inside.

"Aah!" She squealed sharply. "Stop...p-please!" Nat stammered, but Tom already had her next assignment. "What!?" She shot back. "Who I...why... Wha..?"

Natalie couldn't believe it. Everyone she had ever known was dead -- and he wanted her talk and the last time she'd had sex with one of them. In detail, of course. "No... They're all dead! I... I can't talk about them like that... They were my friends, and my family even! Please, Tom, don't... I'm so, so, s-sorry..."

 

[Jack Stalker]

Tom shivered, his cock was so fucking hard, just from the freshly thawed out vault popsicles hands, that his throbbing cock was virtually pissing pre cum out, strings of clear fluid splattering on the dirty floor at his feet, as well as slapping across her ass cheeks as he moved about behind her, his fingers pawing at her perky tits as he ground against her. He loved the sounds she made, mewling, whimpering, gasping, as he mauled and manhandled her, the feeling of power it injected into him, fuelling his ego. He felt similar boosts when he shot someone, or stabbed them, or beat them to death with a stick, but nothing beat the domination of a woman, forcing her to comply with him... and this 'innocent' little bitch deserved it. She needed a wake up call, and he was going to be it.

He laughed as she objected to his commands. "What? You fucked your friends and family? You dirty little bitch, I would never have guessed. Maybe you'd prefer to call me 'daddy'?" he chuckled, mockingly, jokingly, as he let go of her tits, tugging and pulling on the last nipple his fingers had grasped, pulling hard until it snapped free of his twisting, crushing, squeezing grip. He slapped her ass, hard, palm prints left glowing on each cheek from the single hard smacks.

"God damn, I want to fuck your sweet holes so bad... but we had a deal. I don't want you to think that I'm not going to make true on my threats, that's no way to establish a good bond, a good understanding, is it Natalie?" he grinned, triggering the device in his left hand as he stepped back.

The collar sparked up. From experience he knew that some of the more twisted members of the 'gang' used these for recreation. The electrical impulses ripped through the nerves, sending pulses all over the body. The shock caused convulsions, spasms, jolts and jerks that weren't unlike those a hard orgasm might bring, but while the device might indeed induce such sensations, it also brought a low level of pain and a brief paralysing effect in some. Unless you were a complete pain whore it would certainly hurt, while inducing other feelings of pleasure in the parts of the body that could respond to such. Often it generated a confusing assault of feelings, ones that could leave a victim writhing somewhere between pain and pleasure.

He waited until she finished jerking about, likely either fully sprawled over the counter now, or in a heap on the floor. He continued to jerk off to the sight of it. After a necessary pause for her to gather her thoughts and recover he began again.

"Let's try again Natalie. Tell me about the last fuck you had... and then tell me where you want me to fuck you... or we carry on with this merry go round until you do, bitch." he grunted, halfway between annoyance and amusement. "We can do this for as long as it takes. Maybe you get off on it, is that it? Do you want more? That was the lowest setting, for the briefest time... do you want me to crank it up?" he waved the device at her. "Or do you want to obey."

 

[sparklemuffin]

"What!? No!" Natalie protested as he goaded her for sleeping with family -- she hadn't meant it that way! She didn't lend voice to further explanation; not because it would have been moot, but because his twisting and pulling at her nipples and smack against her ass were too unbearable! After compounding impacts, she could only imagine what her bottom must've looked like, but her skin felt raw and the pain ran deep... Then there was the collar.

The moment it sparked to life Natalie screamed! Her fingers clenched to the counter, her nails dug in. Her legs trembled as she wailed and seized. Electricity tore through her, alighting every nerve in her body... It was agony! She clenched her teeth and tried to reach for the collar, but in moments she a convulsing heap on the floor! A writhing, whimpering mess of tears and pain -- her whole body was alive. Her head ached, her nipples felt raw, current spread down to her toes! She screamed until her own cries echoed in her ears; soon her sodden eyes turned upwards to Tom. She couldn't rouse her voice, but her eyes pleaded for mercy!

When it was over, Natalie gasped for air. She covered her stinging breasts and curled into the fetal position... Even her pussy stung, but when she reached below to shield herself she was surprised to find herself damp. It had to have been a reflex from the electricity, or something! There couldn't be any other explanation...

Natalie didn't look at Tom, but she heard him, and took his threats quite seriously this time. She took a moment to gather her breath.

"It... It was the Overseer," she began. "He's our leader, our boss... The reactor was failing. We didn't have the parts, and I was the only one who really knew how to fix it, and what to look for. I had to go with the scavenging team, but we knew there were dangers out here... And Overseer Dunwich? He said if I didn't make it... That I shouldn't die a virgin." She offered a wan smile with the memory, but wasn't looking forward to telling Tom the details... "He didn't know I wasn't a... Well, that's not important. The Overseer, Mister Dunwich, he was gentle and kind. We started with missionary, but I think he felt guilty looking me in the eye. We finished doggy-style. He wore an official vault-tec issue condom! That was it."

Nat sniffled, but she knew she had a difficult choice to make. Which hole to let the man ruin first -- it was inevitable he'd have both eventually. Probably before the day's end. And like it or not, somehow the collar had made her wet...

Natalie got back to her feet slowly, but without prompting. She took her place leaning over the counter once more; legs spread, presenting herself to him.

"Pussy." She said, barely above a whisper as she held back tears. She knew this going to hurt.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Tom thought it was important to establish boundaries, to let your victims know they could trust you to do certain things. If all you did was abuse them, with no rewards, then they would just give up trying to please or trying to obey, that was no good as far as Tom was concerned. Still, he knew that he'd had to have slipped up at least once, just to see Natalie spasm and writhe under the effects of the collar, it was just too good a mental image to ignore and he knew he'd want to see the real thing.

He just hadn't expected to have the chance so soon. She really was fresh from a vault, other women had more sense, even tried to exploit the power of their tight cunts to get what they wanted.

Her red ass was a pleasant sight, as flushed as her cheeks, shining lam prints the evidence of her violation as he stood behind her, smirking at the sight, his cock splattering pre cum against her legs, the floor, her ass, whenever his cock swayed about and twitched from the excitement of having such a fresh morsel at his disposal. It was exhilarating. Her scream as the electric jolt exploded into her was even more enticing, making him grin with twisted satisfaction at her discomfort as he collared her for her disobedience. He looked down at her as she slid from the counter, bucking and convulsing at his feet, her body wracked by agonising spasms, her eyes pleading and begging for respite. He let her spasm for a few more seconds before releasing the switch and allowing her the opportunity to begin to recover. all the while jerking off at the sight of her beneath him.

"Bitches need to learn the hard way. But don't worry princess... they all learn eventually, so will you." he chuckled gruffly, enjoying the sight of her wrecked and fragile body reduced to a victim at his feet. The sound of his 'fapping' hand, stroking back and forth along his erection, filled her ears as she panted and gasped. He could see she was soaking between her thighs, grinning regardless of the cause of it.

He listened to her spilled confession, shaking his head. "The fucking overseer!? Wow, and people have a bad opinion of us... the guy practically raped you, officially, and he's supposed to be one of the good guys." he laughed. "Sorry bitch, I don't have any condoms, but don't worry... you'll get to like the feel of a man coming inside you." he told her, letting his eyes roam down to her cunt, then stroke back up past her efforts to cover her tits to her face. "And don't worry... I like to look in a girls eyes when I fuck her, see what's going on in there... see that special moment. You know what that special moment is, don't you?" he asked, leaning down, crouching next to her. "That's the moment when she realises that she's going to come from being raped, being coerced, being taken by some brutish bastard. The moment when she realises that despite her protests, her body likes it... and so does she." he chuckled again. "Oh... good to hear you're good with tech, that makes you valuable to me. Makes you worth keeping around." he nodded.

He stood when she did, watched her lean over the counter, spreading her legs, debasing herself with zero commands this time.

"Pussy? Fuck.. I'm impressed Natalie. Real impressed. You calling me a pussy? That must mean you want it hard, rough, deep." he laughed, then moved up to her, grabbing her shoulder he rolled her to the side, so that she was leaning back over the counter, her ass squashed against it, body arched backwards. He kicked her ankles wide, stepping in between her legs, using his foot to shove her pants down to her ankles, watching the fabric stretch to breaking point. Leaning down he pulled off a boot, dragged one leg off her, leaving one still in the pants, the other bared and naked. He slid the device into a jacket pocket, then roughly grasped at her suit, pulling it open to expose her tits. Grasping them both he leaned down, first sucking on one, biting and distending the nipple until it snapped free of his teeth, then repeating the process with the other. "Nice." he grunted, his cock slapping against her exposed mound. He moved back, holding his cock he guided the head to her slit, stroked her open with the bulbous helm, then left it resting against her splayed open gash as he reached back into another pocket.

Pulling out a inhaler, he took a hit, then grasped her throat and placed it at her lips. "Take a hit, you'll like it. It stretches time, makes things slow down, lets you really savour the moment." he hissed, depressing the activator, blasting the drug into her mouth as he shifted his hips and powered a long, hard, deep thrust into her cunt, forcing it to deform around his cock as he buried himself in her tight snatch, his violation of her flesh feeling like it took an eternity as he squeezed in half way, then pulled back, forcing himself deeper and deeper, inch by inch, with each subsequent thrust into her narrow slit. His merciless eyes stayed on hers, as he used his hips to set up a steady relentless rhythm, spearing into her over and over, mashing her ass cheeks into the edge of the counter, forcing her back so her body arched into his thrusts, slapping his balls into her with the increasing ferocity of his penetrations. The sensations playing along his cock were indescribable, as was the ecstasy written across his features from the feel of her young cunt sucking on his shaft like an eager mouth.

His hands went to her tits, scratching and mauling them, squeezing them to use as purchase to pull himself into her, his cock slowly burrowing towards her cervix as he defiled her. "Fuck, so tight. So, no virgin huh... you should like getting fucked then, a girl like you. I bet the overseer wasn't the only one to screw you, was he? " he leaned in snarling, grunting, gasping as he picked up the pace, while each thrust seemed to take so long to hilt in her cunny, so long to pull out, slowly speeding up as the hit of Jet wore off. Focusing on her face he kept up a relentless pace, pushing himself towards an orgasm. "Say 'Fuck me master', Tell me you want it Natalie... make me want to come, beg for a fucking, beg for a fucking like I'm your new Overseer just think back to when you sold your ass to a so called friend in the vault, a so called leader whose main interest was driving his cock into your tight little cunt... just like me... and if you ask nice enough I'll pull out and you can take my load on your face." he grunted, removing one hand from her tits to lightly slap her face, left to right, the back of his hand then the palm, "Understand? And if you don't make me come, I'll give you another hit of jet, right before I spear this fucker balls deep in your ass." he laughed, intensifying his thrusts, moving his other hand up to rest against her throat. "Now. Beg for cock. Beg for my cock."

 

[sparklemuffin]

Natalie tried not to dwell on his commentary. The Overseer hadn't raped her -- and why would she care if Tom saw it that way? And the rest of his goading..? She would share no special moments with him.

Once she took her position, Natalie was taken by surprise when he spun her around. Her sore ass squashed against the counter, her back arched over the top; one boot and pantleg complete removed. Her tits were bared next, and Tom had his fun suckling and biting -- and the latter hurt. She winced, whimpered, and cried under is mistreatment; even as his cock rested heavily atop her mound, foreshadowing the main event.

When he split her open she anticipated the pain; but before that his hand was at her throat and an inhaler on her lips. The puff of the drug hit Natalie hard. Then she felt the first thrust. Every inch of movement. All the pain and agony as her sensitive flesh was stretched open; riven as each thrust drove deeper than the last -- until his head hit her cervix. Again and again; bruising and abrading her insides while she screamed and wailed. Tears welled in her eyes; time had slowed to a crawl. Even as he scratched and clawed her breasts, she saw Tom's expression. The bastard was having the time of his life while she suffered beneath him.

Even as the drug wore off, the pain remained fresh. Light slaps, a hand at her throat -- they meant nothing. Natalie felt him inside of her, trust after thrust, even as her body's response made her slick it only made his thrusts faster and harder as he pummeled her... Natalie cried real tears, now. Not from insults or indignation, not from fear. From pain. From injury. From rape.

Natalie heard his commands, and the consequences. She didn't hesitate this time. "F-fuck me master!" She pleaded. "Fuck me, fuck me, please! Like an Overseer! Please, master, fuck me please!" She begged between heavy sobs.

 

[Jack Stalker]

Tom almost laughed at his own words 'If you don't make me come'. From the moment he'd driven his thick cock into Natalie's tight young cunt, he knew that orgasming was inevitable. It was all he could do to stop himself from disgorging the contents of his balls straight into her womb, his cock head forcing her open and kissing her cervix a she thrust into her. The tightness and heat were indescribable, painting her a prize among prizes in the barren wasteland, a treasured fuck who was more alluring and intoxicating than any of the 10 cap whores in the local brothel. His cock throbbed and pulsed, as he drove it into her, his hands clawing at her flesh, his teeth clenching, his breathes growing more and more ragged as he powered his massive cock into her tiny body, drunk on not only the feel of her cunt, but on the power of his words and commands, as he delivered his perverse and obscene instructions to her.

The fact that he was practically raping her only served to increase his lust, feeding his fervour, though her slick cunt told a different story, as his brutish violation obviously triggered sensations her body could not deny as easily as her mouth might, her cunt responding positively to the enormous fuck tool being powered into her depths.

Every scream inducing thrust caused him to grin wider, his eyes flaring with fiery lust, his grip growing stronger, his thrusts harder and faster, counteracting the jet as he fucked her. His body tensed, his muscles strained, his fat helm kissed against her inner lips, his shaft swelling to force her open more and more, desecrating and defiling what were once reasonably pure insides, making her innards distend and bloat in order to accommodate the huge member that was being used to batter her open. "Fuck yes... so fucking good." he grunted and gasped, "I made the right choice to keep you for myself, you little bitch." he gasped out, ragged strained words as he slapped his length into her, balls impacting flesh, his body folding into her as he hammered stroke after stroke into her yielding body.

Leaning in he licked her cheek, tasting her tears, forcing his lips against hers as she spilled out her pleading words for him to fuck her. "Oh, I will you little slut. Damn... AAUuUNNGHH... Can you feel that, ca you feel how easy I'm drilling into you? Your cunt is weeping with excitement, lubing me up, letting me bury this fucking thing balls deep with ease... you like that! You like feeling me, you like taking it! You like being fucked... don't you Natalie? You might try to deny it, but your hot little body, it fucking wants it, it wants to be fucked." he groaned, leaning heavily into her. He grasped at her wrists, pinned them above her head as sh bent her onto the counter, lifting her up with his cock to slap her ass down on it, crawling up between her legs, shifting so she lay flat on the filthy surface, her legs spread about his as he settled in atop her, rising and falling, delivering heavy deep thrusts to her core as he grunted and fucked her with an increasingly animalistic lust. Flesh slapped against flesh as he battered her ass into the counter top, snarling and teasing at her throat with his teeth as a feral hunger engulfed him and drove him to fuck her even harder and faster.

"You fucking whore's are all the same. You sob, you cry, but your cunts squeeze hard and your filthy fuck juice flow out as soon as you start to get a good hard fucking. It's not just hearsay that bitches like it rough, like to be fucked by the baddest bastards out there." god, the feeling of her tight cunt was incredible, he knew he wasn't going to last anywhere near as long as he'd hooped. "And... AUuUHH... I'm the biggest bastard in these parts. You've got yourself the cream of the crop when it comes to raiders, bitch. You should be grateful. UUhHH... you... AUUHHNN... you should... GGARRGGH! NNNGGH!!" he started to buck and convulse, spurting hard into her cunt, a jet of boiling cum soiling her innards as he rolled off her and dropped to the floor. Gathering his strength he quickly moved to grasp her hair, dragging her face around as he gripped his cock with his free hand. "Fuck... I'm fucking coming Natalie!! Christ... coming so hard.. UUHHGGHH! COMING... AAHHHGGH!" he roared. Although a string of ejaculate had flooded into her young cunt, and another had been wasted against the floor, the rest of his heavy load began to blast forth. Ropes of hot seed impacted against her face, and he was wracked with ecstasy as his balls drained through his engorged cock, spewing molten cum in a torrent. The feeling of it surging through his cock, to splatter her face with crude white patterns, sent a shockwave of bliss racing through him. Strings of ejaculate slashed against her chin, lips and cheeks, soiling her flesh, staining her skin, even blasting into her hair and eyes as he came hard. His body shook and shivered as he stared into her eyes with a look of triumph, the violent surprise of his climax left him reeling. "Damn... I'm still so fucking hard... even after painting your sweet face with all that spunk!" he gasped, the evidence of his words the thick rod he still gripped with one hand.

"Fuck... you've got me all riled up. It's been a while since I fucked a perfect little vault Popsicle like you. UUhhh... ladies choice Natalie. You can suck me off, clean my dick with your mouth, if you're lucky you might do it so well that I give you another load to your belly... or I'll use your ass. Better hurry... your ass is looking more tempting by the second." he hissed. He stood back, his cock jutting out like a solid steel bar as he looked at her soiled flesh, a cocky victorious grin on his face. He thumbed the device he took from his pocket, "Better do it good, or I'll see how it feels to fuck you while you're being jerked around by your collar." he told her without a shred of mercy. "Jerk me good and drain me dry, use your tongue, your hands, do it right this time... or get off the counter, turn around and force that asshole backwards onto my cock... there's a good girl. I doubt it's anything your overseer didn't do to you already anyway. Just imagine I'm your new one... because let's face it, I am." he chuckled. "And make it snappy, we have places to go... a nice bug mural in a museum, and a nice fancy key to be deciphered." he hissed, slapping her face with his cock, feeling it stiffening up already as he made his demands of her.

 

[sparklemuffin]

Natalie cringed at the feel of his tongue on her cheek -- his lips against hers! She tried to tune out his self-important commentary, but his brutish stream of thought only made her feel sick with all she was going through. Each thrust was deep and harsh; she felt ALL of him inside her, every stretch, every tear, every abrasion to her most sensitive flesh! Her body's reaction was only natural of course, a self-defense she told herself, to spare her any unnecessary harm. Yet as every inch of her insides were stimulated, each thrusts brought unimaginable sensations along with the unbearable pain. Yet her chest was heaving. Her breaths were matching his.

As he pinned her wrists above her, Natalie didn't even bother to struggle. Her eyes were tear-filled, but her sobs had turned to panting -- her breasts bounced with the rhythm. She felt the deep explosion of heat -- heard his reaction, of course. Next she knew he had her hair; she felt a sudden absence inside... And her world exploded in white-hot cum. Nat shut her eyes and weathered the sticky spray. Yet elsewhere she felt convulsions of her own. Her pussy ached with his absence, and she was rapt with an uncontrollable spasm as she climaxed as well... Her lips made an 'O', a soft spray squirted from her cunt; all while his seed clung to her face.

When it was done. Natalie let out a defeated, disgusted scream. She rolled to her side on the counter and sobbed heavily -- a mess of sex, pain, and shame. She was done, but Tom wasn't. She stared aghast at his erection, and gasped at his command.

"No..." Nat pleaded, fresh tears filled her now-bloodshot eyes. To suck him off or let him take her ass? She wanted neither! But with the device in his hand, the only alternative was electric agony. For a moment, Natalie almost considered it -- she was a wreck! How much more could she take? Perhaps a second jolt would push her into blissful unconsciousness... But she would only wake to the same nightmare, with a hornier Tom.

Natalie eased off the counter and knelt on the floor. Tears spilled down her reddened cheeks as she took hold of his cock with both hands and stroked. She tugged fast and used her lips and tongue to tease and clean the cum from his head, though she was still sloppy and unpracticed. Her technique was one of desperation -- aiming to get the job done, fast, not to make it the most pleasurable experience in the world... She was all too eager for the ordeal to be over, and she'd caught sight of the finish line.

 

[Jack Stalker]

THEN...
Tom knew that Natalie was really getting him turned on and so fucking hard. At first she'd just been an asset, a vault slut to get that weird box open, or to figure out how it fit into that fucked up mural or relief or whatever it was called, down in the basement. He'd figure he'd have to kill a couple of his more disobedient fellow raiders now, just to make it clear the new bitch was off limits and leader property, the older ones wouldn't need more than a sign on her to know she was his. In his mind she was way too good to go throwing to a pack of animals, not when her prime and fresh cunt was so good at sucking on his cock, squeezing it good as he fucked himself into her. She was a great catch, and he intended to use her to get the spoils in that museum, fuck her raw until her cunt was slack, then still be able to sell her for thousands of caps, provided she kept her looks and didn't get roughed up too much.

He had no idea how long it would take her to fuck with the box, get them into what must be a secure area beneath the museum, possibly a wonderland of goods they could use. Since the amount of time her solving the thing was unknown, he intended to use her until he was drained. He was drunk with lust, fired up with a craven need and wild with Adrenalin as he powered his cock into her until it popped. Now he wanted to skewer her with it again, after getting her to suck it hard again under the excuse of cleaning him off. He panting sobs had given him one of the hardest orgasms in months and he wasn't going to waste this opportunity to fuck her ragged... it was too good an opportunity to miss.

Looking down at her, as he plastered her face with ropes of hot cum, he noticed her squirt from her cunt, her body spasming in what could only be an orgasmic convulsion. The sight brought a mocking smirk to his face. "Well, well, well, would you look at that! You fucking came!" he shook his head, raising his hand he gave her cheek a wet slap, cum splattering against palm and cheek as he smacked her. "Next time you little bitch, you make sure that you flood yourself when I'm inside you... I want to feel some of that fuck juice creaming my cock." he hissed,

He snorted as she tried to roll away, dragging her back around by her hair and slapping her face with his cock, beating the still hard length against face and lips, dregs of cum speckling her hair and lips as she shook his head. "I don't think so Natalie. No isn't an answer that I'm prepared to take." he grunted. "You know I have no issues with watching you fucking dance to an electric tune, until you piss cum from the feel." he threatened with a grin.

It appeared that she felt the same way as she eased off the counter and knelt down in front of him, his cock a raging hard pillar dripping with her girlish fluids and his own slick cum. He watched her suckle on the knob for a while, working his shaft with her hands. It was too much, watching those perfect lips seal around the helm, while feeling the sensations of hot breath and wet tongue assault his member. He grasped her head, waiting for her to suck his cock head, then he drove it into her, drilling the fat length up against the back of her mouth, forcing it into her throat. He grunted, powering his girth into her neck, watching it bulge as he filled her gullet with his massive shaft, his balls mashing against her chin as he stopped and held himself inside her. He choke fucked her for a few minutes, forcing her to take his length until she was gagging and snorting and gasping for air. He then pulled out, slapping his soiled cock against her face and lips, smearing spittle and cream against her flesh, before driving himself back down her throat. He took control now, a fist in her hair, the other guiding his cock between her lips, grunting as he face fucked her, slamming deep into her over and over, building fast towards another orgasm that he knew would be his last for a while.

"Fuck yes.. take it you little bitch, you fucking whore.. My cock sucking, tight bodied little slut. I want to fill your guts with cum. Fucking take it.... GARRRGGH!" eh held her tight against his cock, stuffing it down her throat to the balls and keeping it there, choking her, deliberately cutting off her air, ramming his groin against her nose, forcing her to gag and choke on his cock until she was struggling for breath... then he shook violently, coming hard down into her belly, his pulsing throbbing cock stuck in her throat as it swelled up, disgorging the remains of his balls down her gullet. "AAUUNNGGHH!" with a bellow of triumph, he pulled out, strings of cum stretching between his cock and her mouth. "God... you've done well Natalie. You deserve a reward."

He pulled out the dial, he shocked her for a while, watching her spasm and convulse, then he cranked it up until she would have no choice but to lose consciousness. His final words rang in her ears. "You've been a good girl Natalie, A good slave to your master, this is for your own good. It'll make it painless."

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NOW...
When Natalie awoke she would be lying on a tiled floor in a large room filled with glass display cases, many smashed or broken open, some empty, but most displaying various figurines and statuettes (carved or sculpted from clay, stone or wood... oddly all depicting sex acts of various sorts). A open area in the middle of the floor revealed a set of stairs leading downwards, while random areas about the place appeared to be splattered with blood, and sporting bullet holes. The whole was windowless and lit by Lanterns placed about the area.

She would also realise her vault suits sleeves and midriff had been torn away, and her left shoulder burned from a large crude 'T' that had been branded into it. She could feel a similar pain from her groin, just above her mound. Dried cum was caked in her hair and on her face. The collar was still around her neck, but now there was a long thin chain connected to it... which ended in a circular pool of metal links close to a familiar boot.

Tom stood above her, looking down at her, his feet planted either side of her as she lay on her back. "Welcome back." he grinned. "You've been out a few hours, gave me plenty of time to get you here and... clean the place up a little." he offered, glancing around towards the blood splatters. There was no sight nor sound of anyone else, and he had a concerned look on his face.

"You probably have a few questions. Fire away... but while you're asking about the job ahead and what to expect... I want you to do a few things for me. First, pull yourself together, then take off your clothes. You won't need them down there and it will discourage you from trying to escape." plus he would get a kick out if it he supposed.

 

[sparklemuffin]

Natalie wasn't ready to be skull-fucked. From her careful pace and delicate cleaning, trying to lick away each drop, when she felt him take hold of her head -- and ram his dick down her throat. She gagged and gasped as he choked her and raped her throat raw! When he pulled out briefly, she didn't even care that he slapped her with his soiled cock -- she gasped for air, treasured the moment's respite -- before he drove back down deep into her throat, until his balls battered her chin. Natalie struggled to breathe through her nose, tears streamed down her reddened cheeks! She was getting light headed... Gagging at the obstruction! And when Tom came... Natalie felt his warmth spread through her. It made her feel sick.

When he pulled out she collapsed, coughing and choking. Natalie was red-faced and felt like she had been through Hell -- yet when she looked up at Tom's offered 'reward' and saw the device in his hand she realized she wasn't even through the gates... Natalie couldn't find her voice, but her eyes were pleading and desperate, a look that begged for mercy!

Natalie convulsed as the collar activated again. Already a mess, she writhed and seized there on the floor as terrible, rasping screams escaped her lips. Her throat hurt from the recent activities -- and her voice was strained as the collar was turned up a notch.

She didn't last long at that level.

---

Natalie woke with a dull headache, laying on a tile floor. She felt filthy. And so did the floor. It took a few moments to get her bearings, rationalize the various aches and pains, the sorry state of her clothes, and... Her collar. Now with a chain, that led straight to Tom's feet. The nightmare she'd been through was real, and the reprieve of sleep was over. Her shoulder and groin hurt more than expected, and a quick look at the former revealed why -- a puffy, tender brand of the letter T stung her flesh. She gasped as she accidentally touched it.

She listened to Tom's instructions, and of course he wanted her nude. Natalie frowned, but at least he wasn't asking for sex again -- not yet. For now he was giving her a chance to ask some questions.

Natalie got to her feet, slow and a little ungainly. She hurt all over, and felt dizzy the moment she stood up. "You took some liberties with my clothes," she said, still groggy. "So why bother dressing me at all if you wanted me naked anyway? Actually... I don't want to know." She slowly pulled her top off and let her breasts fall free. It wasn't an attempt to titillate him so much as an effort not to aggravate her brand -- and it may well have been the answer to her question, too. "What I really want is some of that food and water you mentioned... Could I have some, Tom?" Natalie asked as she eased her pants down next.

It was difficult to look down at the 'T' branded above her pussy...

 

[Jack Stalker]

Tom was hard. He'd gotten that way dragging Natalie into the museum, stayed hard while shooting one of his men. The others though... they were nowhere to be seen, vanished, just like the three before them. Was it something to do with the box, with greed? Had they found a way to access that underground vault behind the weird door? Or had they just found something else, so other stash, and taken off with that? Normally he would have been super pissed off, but the truth was that whatever they might have gotten their hands on, he had something far more valuable. Not only did he have a tech with a pip boy, he had a hot little slut at his disposal, and the hunger of his cock far exceeded the greed he held inside... for loot and the secrets of the museums basement.

He looked down at her, fucking her with his gaze, calculating, considering, thinking about the various ways he was going to use her, fuck her, make her come on his fingers, tongue and cock. She was a prize indeed and the feel of her hands, her mouth and her tight cunt were not going to leave his thoughts anytime soon. His cock hungered for her holes and he was hard pressed to keep his hands off her, long enough to assign her the task of dealing with the box.

Tom smirked at Natalie's comments as she staggered unsteadily to her feet. "You said you didn't want to know, but I'm going to tel you anyway. Maybe I didn't want anyone else to see you from afar, or from near. Maybe I wanted to see you strip. Maybe it doesn't matter why I let you keep your vault rags, in truth all that matters is that you recognise me as your fucking master and do as you are told. The more you obey, the more you will be rewarded. The better you serve your master, the better you will be treated... and the more you resist or refuse or fail to please your master, the harder and harsher you will be treated." he grinned as he explained. When she stripped off her top he grinned, licking his lips at the sight of her. He hissed, shaking his head as she stripped down her pants, leaving her in boots and the pip boy. "Fuck, your body is wild bitch! I bet you would have been fucked ragged if you'd stayed at that vault... if it hadn't exploded that is." he laughed.

He moved to a backpack close by, pulling out some Deathclaw steaks, some Nuka cola's and a water canteen, finishing with an iguana on a stick. He piled it next to the pack, then looked back to her. Standing from his crouch he walked over to her with a grin, reaching out to grope at her tits, one after the other. "Tight body, firm tits." he observed, sliding his hand down to drill two fingers into her cunt, his thumb stroking against her mound as he looked her in the eyes. "And a juicy cunt. Damn... I just want to fucking wreck you." he growled he words out. His hand then moved to her throat, grasping it below the collar, throttling her as he snarled at her. "The thing is, Natalie, I already told you to call me Master. You seem to be a little forgetful... so before you get something to eat and drink, you'll need to be disciplined. Don't worry, I'll go easy on you." he nodded, reassuringly.

He squeezed her throat until she would begin to struggle for a breath, then dragged her over to one of the displays. Shoving her against the glass. On the other side a twisted statuette of a couple of demonic figures fucking stood on a plinth. He pushed her against it, mashing her tits against the glass, while kicking apart her ankles to force her to spread her legs, then he stepped back, Unzipping his pants to haul out a hard thick cock that he began to stroke. "If you want to eat and drink, it's all there, waiting for you. You just need to come for me. I like watching cocky little whores like you put in their place. Fuck yourself. Drill your fingers into your cunt and make yourself come and you get a nice steak and some water. I bet you can taste it already, can't you?" he grinned again. Oh, and my names Master to you." SMACK! his hand crashed against her left ass cheek, leaving a red palm print on her taut firm buttock. SMACK, then the other sprang a matching glow.

"Come on Natalie. Fuck that tight pussy... use those fingers. Show me how hungry you are. You must be starving, thirsty, desperate... well, so am I... desperate to see your filthy fuck juices streaming down the inside of those luscious thighs of yours." he chuckled, a gruff harsh laugh as he let his palm redden her ass cheeks, one after the other. Occasionally he paused to stroke himself, slapping his heavy cock against her reddening flesh. He ran his hand over her ass, squeezing, scratching, driving his fingers down between her legs, then bringing his thumb up against her tight looking asshole to tease it. "Take as much time as you need... as long as you make yourself come before I get bored and decide to give you some help." he finished.

Stepping back he reached into a pocket, pulling out a lighter and a roll up, which he sparked up. Taking a puff he began to lazily walk around her, looking at her through the glass, then gazing at her as he walked back around her, sometimes slapping her ass each time he passed by, sometimes reaching around to pinch a nipple, or squeeze a tit, or draw his nails down her back, leaving light scratches. "Come on Natalie, you can do it. Show me that slick pussy juice streaking those thighs." he began to stroke himself hard and fast, grunting as he looked at her. "Fucking do it.. and tell me when you are going to flood your filthy cunt, tell your Master." he groaned, the sound of flesh on flesh loud in their ears as he flogged himself. "Fuck... aauuhhGHH... yeah.. .here's an extra incentive. You come before me, you eat, and drink, otherwise... hahahahaha.... otherwise I'll bury this thing in you and fuck you until you do come."

 

[sparklemuffin]

Natalie made a sour face when he explained the clothes regardless -- watching her strip she had already guessed, but hiding her body from the prying eyes of others had never occurred to her. Suddenly the thought of Tom's crew ogling her unconscious body made her feel ill, but he didn't say his crew, he said anyone else. She felt a chill thinking about what other gangs might be lurking out there. What if Tom was the best she could expect?

Of course he had to get his digs in about her Vault... Her friends and family gone, her entire life melted into nuclear slag. Her eyes watered, but Natalie tried to hold back the tears. She would have to be tougher now. And from where she stood, it looked like a decent meal was forthcoming after all. She licked her lips at the sight of the Nuka Cola; even warm, she would welcome it! And she was so thirsty... Of course she would have to wait while he groped and fingered her, which she weathered well -- until he grabbed her neck and squeezed.

Natalie struggled for breath immediately, while explained her infraction. Had she? She hadn't even been thinking about that! She struggled against his grip until he slammed her into a display case -- one with a grotesque statuette inside -- crushing her against the glass, painfully flattening her scratched-up tits. "I... s-sorry... Master!" It was to late to correct herself so easily. She thought she knew what was coming when he kicked her ankles apart and she heard his pants unzip, but the task wasn't that easy. Natalie processed the command, while he slapped her ass again and again.

"Yes, Master!" She shrieked.

Natalie braced herself against the glass with one hand, and got to work with the other... She plunged two fingers inside herself and used her thumb to tease her clit. It would have been easier without his interruptions, teasing and pinching, slapping and taunting, almost penetrating her ass. She couldn't hold back the tears this time -- and she couldn't believe Tom was the best the wasteland had to offer! Yet she tried to keep her focus; fingers working frantically. It just wasn't helping at all.

Even as he lit up...something to occupy himself, she was barely even wet when he came around to pinch her nipples and slap her ass again. Still sore from his prior mistreatment, the compounding pain only made more tears... Yet when his nails dug into her back she subconsciously arched her back into him and moaned. Even as angry red lines formed on her back, Natalie hastened her pace. Sobs became sighs...

 

[Jack Stalker]

It had been a while since Tom had seen a hot whore put on a show. Most of the ones in Diamond city, when he'd sneaked in wearing the disguise of a normal decent human being, wanted more caps to pretend they liked it, more to put on a show, he just wanted to shove it in and make them scream... they didn't look like Natalie did, prime fucking steak indeed. She would make him a thousand caps, he was sure of it, if he could get her to somewhere and whore her out... of course that would only happen when he was tired of her, and that was a long way from happening right now. Her insane body and beautiful face, even beneath the dirt, had him hard and eager to fuck almost constantly since he'd first seen her. He wasn't throwing away prime pussy for some caps he could eventually get from killing travellers, not yet anyway. She was so fuckable, it drove him crazy.

And in the basement, a box on a plinth seemed to creak. It's symbol covered golden sides gleaming in the dim light of the lanterns set about it.

A surge of Adrenalin and lust filled him as his hand crashed against her pert little ass, and as it quivered and held the imprint of his palm she managed to call him master. It was too late, of course, to acquit her of her punishment, because he wanted to be entertained, pleasured, before he risked dispatching her to deal with that damn fancy high tech lock beneath them. Still, she had the look of a smart girl about her, or at least someone with smarts, vault smarts, so he had faith in her... but just in case he was going to make sure his balls were drained dry before he let her out of his sight.

He knew he was fucking with her, breaking her rhythm, delaying her progress... that was good, he liked to watch her abuse herself, force her fingers into her tight hole. He ran his hands over her ass, squeezed at her tits, breathed against her ear, her cheek, scratched his fingers down her ack, leaving faint red trails. "Come on bitch, you can fuck yourself better than that. You princesses are all the same, you pretend to be innocent, pure, chaste, but when you get the chance you're fucking yourself hard thinking about your prince... well, Natalie, right now I'm your fucking prince. So fuck yourself." he hissed, amusement in his voice as he encouraged her to abuse herself.

Tom noticed Natalie's reaction to his scratches, stepping up close, leaning in. "You like that, huh? A bit of a pain whore are we? Moaning? Arching that back? You fucking want it, don't you? I bet your tight young cunt has been desperate for a man, ever since you walked away from your little popsicle house." he grunted, scratching her again, drawing his nails down from her shoulder, along her spine, down to the small of her back, sinking them in deeper as he raked them down over the swell of her perfect little ass, before driving a lone, long, middle finger into her asshole as she probed her own fingers into her cunt. His mouth found her shoulder, his teeth leaving crescent shaped indents in her flesh as he teased it with his mouth and screwed his long digit into her most taboo hole. He listened as she signed, the squelching of her fingers filling his ears. His cock was massive now, rock hard as he stood behind her, catching the reflection of her face in the glass with his own hungry expression.

The box seemed to shift in the light... and on the wall close by, a shape writhed within the relief sculpture of fornicating bodies, surrounding a slot which very much appeared to be designed for the box itself. A head tilting, as if listening to the faint echo of Natalie's moan which had reached it. A faint whisper of a word drifted through the dark room.

"Yesssssssss... finallly..."

"Faster." Tom held the cigarette next to her left nipple, let her feel the heat of it tease her flesh. "Faster you little slut, fuck yourself, that's it, pump those fingers in and out of your hole for your master." he hissed, a cruel grin on his lips. He reached down, snatching her hand free and slapping it against the glass, next to her other one. He gripped her waist, pulling her slightly away from the case, kicking her ankles, his cock resting against her ass cheeks. "Too late. Besides, you might not come back after I send you down there, people have a tendency to slip away, sneak off, escape... whatever." Did they? What about all the blood? "So don't worry, you'll eat, you'll drink... but first I better take all I want." he growled, lining his cock head up against her tight anus, he pushed into her, an inch, forcing her rim to stretch. "AHHHhHHH!" the sensation was incredible, he tried again, pushing in another inch, spitting onto his cock. The next thrust took him in a little more, every few thrusts squeezing another inch of his cock into her tiny channel. He roared, his strokes increasing in speed and power, his eyes almost rolling back as he fucked himself into her tiny ass.

"AUuNNHH... fuck... so good... UUNNGHH!" he powered trust after thrust into her tight rectum, his fat girth stretching and deforming her rectal chute in order to allow his length to bury itself in her anal tract, the head threatening to kiss against her bowels as he bottomed out. He grasped her hips, pulling her onto each thrust, his enormous rod filling her ass, his grunts and groans loud in her ears as he as fucked her with enthusiasm, pulling back until his cock head was sucked by her rim, then driving back to the balls into her yielding flesh as he indulged himself. "So tight.. can't... AAUUUNNGGHH!" he shook violently as he came hard, his cum blasting into her bowels as he orgasmed in her ass. Pulling out, after a lengthy ejaculation, he watched her tiny hole seal up tight again, squeezing out globs of cum, as he sprayed ropes of hot cum up her back, across her ass cheeks, his spunk shooting out in hard long spurts as he finished painting her flesh with his seed. "Fuck that was good." he hissed, slapping her ass loudly.

"You can eat and drink now Natalie. You've got ten minutes, then I want you down those stairs." He told her, a cocky smirk on his face as he stuffed his cock away. "I'll bet you won't forget to call me master again." he chuckled. "Now. Down there, you'll find a large museum exhibit storeroom..." he spoke as though nothing had happened... as though he hadn't just raped her ass. "There's a box on a post thing. Opposite some weird looking black and red stone wall carving, lots of weird demons and shit fucking or in pain from the look of it. There's a keyhole, but the box doesn't fit. Make it fit, then come get me." he told her.

He sat down and lit another cigarette. Waiting.

He wasn't the only one waiting.