Double Down

I don't own fallout

"Smile bitch! Smile!" she felt one of the nobles' cocks rammed into her throat as her head hung over the table, feeling his length tickle the back of her throat, making her gag as he moved rapidly. Only concerned with his own pleasure as all nobles are. She was strapped down on the table, her head hanging over the side for the noble to use her mouth, and she was blindfolded… so she wasn't aware just how many nobles had their way with her… at least five by her count. Her breasts and mouth were well used today.

"Fuck these are nice and soft!" she released a muffled scream as she felt the bindings tighten around her big soft breasts, forcing them tightly together as she felt the cold lubricant poured by the bucketful on her chest. Feeling another Noble's cock between them as he moved back and forth. Pinching her nipples as he moaned, drooling onto her chest. "These are so good…" he groaned, suddenly slapping his hips against her breasts, and she felt a hot load of cum spurt and dribble between them, sliding down her oiled chest onto her neck. "These S-grade slaves are the best!"

She cringed as she felt the noble in her mouth twitch, and screamed as he took her pigtails in his hands and rapidly moved her up and down his length. "Yeeeeeeaaaaaahhhhh…" he drowned out drunkenly, slapping against her face as she was forced to throw her head on his cock, "F-FUCK." He pushed against her, spurting his seed into her mouth. Yanking on her pigtails to keep her in place, "Swallow it…" he grunted commandingly.

But she gagged, the abuse pushed too far today as it erupted from her nose and he pulled out. "Cunt!" he said abruptly, smacking her hard across the face as the one straddling and fucking her chest crawled off.

"Hey. HEY!" he shouted, as she heard them shoving each other. "Don't bruise the S grades! The overseer will castrate you for that!"

She whimpered suddenly as her hair was yanked and felt one spit on her fluid-covered face, "Don't waste noble seed, cunt." She firmly pressed her lips together as he whacked her face with his cock. "You don't need teeth to suck cock." He slapped her harder with his length, "Suck cock." He said, but she held her lips together, crying as she simply didn't want to do this anymore. "SUCK. COCK!" he shouted, yanking her head hard trying to get her to scream. "Cunt! I'm ordering you!" he smacked her across the face, but she refused. "To Suck! Co-"

PEWWOOO…

He screamed, then was quiet as she heard a stream of water patter on the ground. And something heavy dropped to the floor as the smell of piss, cum, and burning flesh filled the room.

"That will be quiet enough of that…" came a soft-spoken voice. "Do not. BRUISE-" she heard the sound of a foot kicking against flesh as he kicked the corpse. "-the S GRADES." He wasn't shouting, but it seemed like he was. "Now then…" she shivered as she felt a new hand on her face. "I had to punish him for breaking the rules… but it seems you broke the rules too, didn't you Satsuki?" he said her name with a warm dangerous hiss that wormed into her ears that made her wet herself… "What was his order?" he said absently, and she felt his length against her lips, carefully rubbing against her. "Suck cock I believe it was?"

She whimpered silently and was almost determined to keep her mouth shut. "Suck." He said simply. And her mouth obediently opened as she slipped inside her… but after a few gentle strokes he quickly pulled out. "Well… you're not broken… yet." He said dismissively, "Good thing too. It would've been such a waste to throw you away Satsuki…" she felt his smooth hands groping her bound breasts. He didn't squeeze hard, but it made no difference. It still hurt. "…I believe Sir Rodney's son has come of age. You will tend to him…"

She shivered, she had heard things of Sir Rodney's son… and none of it was good… More than one low-ranking girl had been… broken. "You are going to be a good girl…" he whispered in her ear. And felt his hand caress her fluid-covered face.

"Or you're going on the RACKS." He said with a cold, reverberating demonic hiss as Satsuki sat up in a sweat…

The night was cold and she wasn't in the vault, quickly trying to brush off the nightmare... but if that was so easily she wouldn't be angry all the time. She quickly looked around, to her right was Masha and Casey. Both were asleep in the sleeping bags under the hastily made tent. She blinked blearily, rubbing her shoulders for comfort, what she really wanted was to wake up Masha… but instead decided just to take a quiet walk. Softly leaving the tent.

The first thing she noticed was Swat and his dog were gone, but the old ghoul, Jack, was quietly sitting behind a stack of sandbags, keeping his eye out as he relit a small torch. He eyed her with his good eye before returning his attention to the road. "…Couldn't sleep?" he asked quietly, gesturing dismissively to the old chair beside him.

She remained tight-lipped but sat next to him anyway, needing some sort of company after the memory nightmare she experienced. She had been a 'reward' for select nobles. Some fake ceremony as an excuse to tie down one of the 'S Grades' and do what they wished…

In the Vault there were Five grades assigned to the girls. S. A. B. C. and D. Rated for all sorts of disgusting reasons. Feeling. Tightness. Or in her case the size of her breasts. S's were essentially prime quality girls, and Old world Gods help the D's… D's were… just miserable. She didn't want to think about them, not because she had no pity or didn't care… But it just didn't help anyone to do so. Incidentally. Masha is an A going on S. It was possible, but rare to be 'promoted' but it was a far more common occurrence to be demoted. Aging, sagging, looseness, lack of 'enthusiasm', or worse… broken... or literally damaged.

Her mind suddenly remembered the man… the Overseer. 'The King'. Often heard but barely scene. He had his own personal trio of S Grade girls that were the only ones truly 'off limits' to other nobles to keep the Overseer's line 'pure'… Inbreeding was not uncommon. Often it was unavoidable. There were only two occasions when the overseer sent out the protectrons to capture 'new stock' and they both happened before Satsuki was born with a different Overseer.

"…You alright?" Jack asked suddenly, bringing her back to the present, holding out a flask to her. "…You look like you've had a nightmare." He said pointedly, and when she didn't take his flask he merely shrugged and drank on his own.

"…I had a nightmare…" she said quietly confirming his statement as he pulled the flask away from his mouth with a sigh and screwed back on the cap.

"Well tough shit." He said abruptly as she turned to him a little indignantly. "Welcome to the wasteland." He added sarcastically as she glared. As if sensing she was glaring he turned back to her. "…What?... look girl." He began frankly, waving his peeling hand. "I know for a fact that no matter how nice I am to you I'm not getting in your pants." He said flatly. "So I'm not going to beat around the bush…" his good eye however went from her angry face to her large cleavage and added matter-of-factly. "…Actually, I just might. But NOT when you are around watching." He said, perfectly straight-faced.

There was a moment of silence.

…Then almost miraculously. Satsuki suddenly snorted… covering her mouth in surprise as she giggled at Jack's crude joke… Jack was, evidently, surprisingly funny. And it made her actually LAUGH… she can't remember the last time she felt legitimately humored before. At least not when it didn't involve Swat screwing up. Jack smiled almost kindly at her. It wasn't as creepy as it normally would be or she expected, and he gave her a knowing wink as he returned his attention to the road. Her shoulders and body shook with mirth as she tried to contain her giggles.

He was silent as she finally calmed down, keeping his eyes on the road when she asked. "So… where did he go?"

"The Brat? He took that mutt of his to check on the asshole following you." He said flatly, leaning back in the chair and stretching out his prosthetic leg. "And lead him back here if he has to… ambushing doesn't work if nobody shows up."

She sighed, watching the road with him in silence. Letting it get awkward again before she couldn't take it anymore. "…So what's his real name?" she asked, seeing if maybe Jack would actually tell.

"Brat." He said flatly, she glared at him again. It was becoming more of a 'cute' look than an angry one. "Look. If he doesn't want to say it, I'm not going to." He eyed her with his good eye again. "I always thought it was a silly name…" he hesitated for a moment, before adding reminiscently, "But his mother gave it to him." He was forlorn for a moment, then went back to being the Jack. "Look, go get some sleep. Nightmares can't hurt you but sleep deprivation can." He said it in a surprisingly kind tone. She stood up from the chair, rubbing her Vault suit-covered arms as she went back into the tent. About to lie down in her ragged sleeping bag before slipping into Masha's.

"Mmmn? Satsu-" Satsuki pressed her lips against Masha's silencing her as Casey stirred.

"…Just for a little while…" Satsuki moaned softly, her big soft breasts pressing hard against Masha's as they snuggled for warmth and comfort.

A mile or so north of the makeshift camp Swat looked through half a binocular to see the procession of Protectrons had halted. They had surrounded a large elaborate tent, facing outwards as the lights of their heads shifted around. Keeping lookout…

Raid whimpered next to him as he counted as many as he could. "…29…" he mumbled quietly to the big dog, already looking at him. "…Okay a little more than I expected." He added as Raid snorted. "Don't give me that… at least he's lost a few." Raid whimpered again, "…Okay fine." Swat added. Sometimes he could understand Raid to an extent. Raid was exceptionally intelligent for a dog, but more often than not, Swat was just talking to himself. He looked back through the binocular half and frowned. He saw two women kneeling outside the tent. A redhead and a dark skin girl.

"…Fuck." He said abruptly as Raid's ears perked up. "…He brought slaves…" he grumbled, his mind quickly whirling as he realized he had a problem. Well… 'problem' might be a stretch, more like an inconvenience. He didn't think Rodney the Shitstain would bring hostages… but he should've expected a greedy jerkoff like him would bring 'entertainment.' "…Okay… let's think about this. He rolled over on the roof of the wrecked building he was using as a 'watchtower' gazing up at the starry sky as Raid lay on his back beside him. "On one hand he probably won't send them to attack us. On the other he'll probably use them as shields…" he snorted softly. "…Well?" he turned to Raid who looked at him with his big blue eyes. "Any ideas?" Raid sneezed on Swat's face as he sighed reluctantly. "…Yeah, me neither."

Raid rested his head against Swat's arm as he mumbled to himself trying to think of something, but nothing came to him. "…Well let's piss him off a little then." He pulled out his lever action and leaped off the building with Raid just behind him. Getting in better range he leveled the rifle to eye level. Picking a random protectron, and took a few steadying breaths. "…Get ready to run." He said flatly, amazingly Raid turned in place, tail and hindquarters up in the air wagging in the 'ready to play' position. Tongue already happily lolling

There was a loud bang in the silent night as the bullet propelled towards a protectron. Its light immediately went out and it crumpled to the ground twitching as all the others went red, scrambling about the camp as the slave girls suddenly became more alert, getting lower to the ground as the protectrons kept stomping about echoing their usually robotic demands.

"Huh… wait for it-…" he said softly as Raid's tongue lolled happily from his mouth, getting tense as Swat took a deep breath… and another bang rang out as another protectron twirled in place from the shot, smashing into another two as they all laid on the ground like overturned turtles.

Not that Swat had seen one before. At least not a real turtle, there were those weirdos in the Concrete Jungle demanding Pee-za or something. But he was getting off track as Rodney, naked unfortunately, and hiding behind that heavily armored protectron and dragging the slaves in front of him. He looked out of his tent braying orders… so Swat fired. The Armored Protectron twitched but seemed unconcerned… in fact, it just released a cloud of dark black smog from various vents on its armored body, its helmeted head lighting up red. Then a blast of laser burned past Swat.

"Okay, they saw us. Run for it!" he hissed to Raid and off they went. He knew that armored one was going to be a problem but now he KNEW it was going to be a problem. He briefly debated shooting Rodney then and there. It would solve one problem but leave so many others unsolved…

Almost an hour of constant running later he returned to their 'camp'. Breathing heavily as Raid bounded happily around him, ready for more 'fun'. "Out of shape Brat?"

Swat glared at Jack indignantly who was calmly, and comfortably sitting on the same seat he had been sitting on hours ago. "I'm wearing like… 60 pounds of Kevlar. Plus guns and bullets-"

Jack snorted softly and added in a gruff undertone, but an evil grin. "Pansy."

Swat rolled his eyes and yanked the canteen from Jack's hand, taking a brief sniff to make sure it wasn't alcohol before drinking. It was water. But you never know. "I took out one of his protectrons." He said seriously, "He's got like 28 now… plus this… big one." He gestured with his hands as if to say 'this big' and shook them. "It's armored like a Sentry Bot. Pain in the ass. it's probably his trump card."

Jack grumbled quietly, "Crazy ass custom jobs… alright then." He pulled up the box of grenades and rested them on the sandbag wall. "Load up."

End of Chapter.