Heroine for Hire

FALLOUT 3 – Heroine for Hire
By The Great Shaggy

WARNING: Contains the following offensive material - Anguish/Torment, Female/Female sexual relationship (FemSlash), Hurt/Comfort, Hand Job/Fingering, Humiliation, Language, Threesome (Two woman, one man), Drug Reference and use, Non-Consensual force or rape, Oral Sex, Female Masturbation, and Violence.

Readers Discretion is Advised.

Chapter Characters:

Female
Anastasia – Former Vault 101 Dweller; also known as Anya
Lucy West – Megaton Resident
Moira Brown – Megaton’s Craterside Supply Entrepreneur
Jessica – Former Vault Dweller and slave; also known as Jessi
Kelsey – Mercenary
Cherry – Former Prostitute, Rivet City Resident
Lana Danvers – Rivet City Deputy Chief of Security
Madison Li – Head Scientist of the Rivet City Science Lab

Male
Bannon – Rivet City Council seat Member, Potomac Attire Owner
Harkness – Rivet City Chief of Security
Graves – Rivet City Security Officer
Preston – Rivet City Doctor

Chapter Two: Weary Travelers

"Karma's a real bitch, you'd be wise to remember that." -Michael Masters

Walking down the road that was potted, cracked, and basically a ruined pathway through Metro DC, Anya kept her rifle in the low ready position, her eyes scanning the ruin buildings all around her. Behind her the Brahmin’s hoofs scraped on the pieces of broken concrete but it didn’t seem to bother the lumbering beast of burden. Holding its leash and obviously nervous was Moira followed by Lucy bringing up the rear. The roads lining the east bank of Metro DC that led to Project Purity and Rivet City was heavily patrolled by both the Brotherhood of Steel and Rivet City Security to make sure the Aqua Pura convoys got through without any interference from either Raiders, Slavers, or Super Mutants. But Anya had learned it was best to be alert and ready then relaxed and un-expecting when it came to traveling the wastes, especially the downtown DC ruins.

It had been about three months since Moira had finished the Wasteland Reproductive Guide and, to no surprise; it was even more popular than her Wasteland Survival Guide. Demand was so high that the roaming caravans that distribute the books to the settlements could no longer keep up the supply for its demand and Moira had to venture out on her own caravan from time to time to get copies to highly populated areas. Of course Moira was inexperienced when it came to traveling the wastes so she and Lucy helped her along in her travels. However when word got out that the three ‘subject matter expert’ authors were personally delivering copies people started to show up to get autograph copies and photographs with them. And unfortunately with the new popularity came new problems. Just two weeks ago they had survived a Slaver ambush party that was specifically targeting them for a big contract worth ten thousand caps for all three of them to be brought to Eulogy Jones at Paradise Falls.

Her recovery business had also taken an uptick as well since the release of the book. Most of the jobs were Brahmin-shit, just an excuse for people to say that she work for them or to spread a rumor that she’d agreed to fuck them for her payment. But some were traps intended for her to be captured and used as a sex slave, but they ever counted for the fact that she never worked alone. She shuddered at what Charon did to the last group that made that mistake. To have their manhood removed had to be a fate worse than death for them, but Charon didn’t give two shits about doing it. Serves them right, they’re nothing but scum, he said afterwards. She did ask Charon what he thought about the book and he replied with his usual your business and what you do is your own, I could care less response. She smirked at the thought, Good ol’ Charon.

Rounding the corner of the street, they were greeted by a Brotherhood of Steel checkpoint in front of a V intersection. The two Paladins manning the checkpoint didn’t bother to confirm their identities as they just waved them through. Anya was sure it was because they recognize her and since she still held the rank of a Knight in the Brotherhood she could forgo the standard checkpoint scrutiny that other travelers had to contain with being this close to the Jefferson Memorial. She didn’t want to think it was because of the ‘other’ reason. Even at this distance, sitting on its own peninsula next to the river was the immense gray rotunda building encircled by large, metal catwalks with gigantic pipes leading out of the structure in various directions carrying clean, purified water to the bottling stations that had been erected towards the rear of the structure. Seeing the memorial always brought a saddened pain to her heart.

The Jefferson Memorial was a marble and granite memorial in Washington, D.C. dedicated to the 18th century politician Thomas Jefferson. According to Scribe Rebecca Yearling and Abraham Washington, Jefferson was a signer of the Declaration of Independence and the third President of the United States of America. This 20th century monument was built on the bank of the Tidal Basin of the River Potomac. Unlike many other monuments in the city which were severely damaged or destroyed in the Great War of 2077, the Jefferson Memorial survived relatively intact into the 23rd century. In the 2250's, the Memorial was selected by her parents for Project Purity primarily for its location. The project's stated aim was for converting the Memorial into a water purifier where the river's water could be cleansed of radiation for use by residents of the Capital Wasteland. Although an ambitious and potentially important project at the time, it was eventually abandoned after her mother, Catherine, died giving birth to her and her father, James, left with his infant daughter to live in Vault 101.

Now, twenty years later it stood as a monument to her parent’s dedication and sacrifice in realizing that dream. Her father had sacrifice himself to protect it from falling into the hands of the Enclave when they appeared at the memorial just when the purifier was being made ready to be test operational by her father and a team of scientist from Rivet City led by Dr. Madison Li. When the Enclave captured her and took the Garden of Eden Creation Kit or GECK, a device created by Future-Tec, a division of Vault-Tec, which was meant to revitalize areas of the wasteland, the Lyons’ Pride launched an all out attack to retake the Purifier from the Enclave. Both she and Sarah Lyons were almost killed when damage to Project Purity resulted in an incredible build up of pressure that had to be released in order to avoid destruction to the purifier. Knowing that whoever entered the chamber was going to their death; she still volunteered and activated the machinery before losing conscious. However, through some unforeseen mechanical fault or a miracle, by activating the machinery it caused an energy spike in Purifier thus venting the radiation from the chamber but rendering both her and Sarah unconscious for weeks to follow.

In honor of her family’s sacrifice to save Project Purity, Elder Lyons in a ceremony at the end of the war with the Enclave proclaimed the Jefferson Memorial to be renamed in honor of her parents. She had attended the ceremony but only grudgingly, in fact she hoped she would never have to go anywhere within a mile of that dreaded place ever again. It had been become nothing more than a place of death for her family.

Heading left at the intersection the group continued down the road for another six miles before they could start making out the gigantic outline of their destination. The largest, most protected, and oldest settlement in the Capital Wasteland, Rivet City was located inside that of an aircraft carrier that was docked at the Washington Naval Yards at the time of the Great War, and left stranded when the water level in the Anacostia and Potomac rivers dropped. The community was founded by members of the pre-War Naval Research Center, who moved to the vessel to make use of its onboard facilities and comparatively defensible position. By 2277, Rivet City was the sole supplier of edible, non-irradiated food in the Capital Wasteland, trading it for essential raw materials with other communities, thanks in special part to the researched conducted by Madison Li and her science team.

Unlike the other settlements of the Wasteland, the Rivet City inhabitants live in individual rooms inside the aircraft carrier, and a number of guards rotated twenty-four hours a day to protect the ship from Raiders, Super Mutants, and any other threats to security. It also boosted one of the largest bazaars called "The Rivet City Marketplace" where traders and merchants sold just about anything from clothing to chemicals or junk to equipment and even weapons. It also supported a full American History Museum run by Abraham Washington, the Science Lab that Madison and the remnants of her team had return too now with the Brotherhood running the purifier, a bar named ‘The Muddy Rudder’, as well as a fully furnished hotel that offered weary travelers with spacious guest quarters for an affordable price.

Moira let out a low whistle as they got closer, craning her neck up to gaze at the shear might of the pre-war aircraft carrier. “Wow, this is the biggest thing I’ve ever seen. If I had known about its shear mass I would’ve had you take a couple pictures of it when researching the Wasteland Survival Guide.”

“And I’m glad you didn’t,” replied Anya. “Finding out about its past history was hard enough without having to find a high enough vantage point in the surrounding ruins to get it.”

“At least they got a nice hotel with soft beds from what I heard,” added Lucy. “I’m getting sick of sleeping on the hard concrete. I tell yea, Anya, I don’t know how you do it.”

“Practice makes perfect,” chimed in Moira and then gave Anya a playful nudge on her back. “But you know that better than me, right?”

Choosing to ignore the comment, Anya approached the entry walkway tower that now had a checkpoint erected at the base. Since Project Purity was up and running, Rivet City had become the second de facto distribution center for Aqua Pura and caravans arrived night and day to get their weekly supplies of fresh water.

Seeing the approaching trio, a dark-skinned man dressed in well fitted pre-war clothing stepped away from the chiseled and hardened security officer that had an air of authority around him that he was speaking to and moved towards the recently arrived group. “Well I’ll be a monkey’s uncle; I didn’t think you three would accept my invite to come to Rivet City to personal hand out copies of your book and a fine one that it is indeed.”

Anya shook the man’s outstretched hand, but secretly wished she could stick it into a vat of hydrochloric acid instead. “Thank you for the invite, Bannon.” Then she turned her attention to the security officer standing behind the dark skinned man and nodded her head. “How are you doing, Harkness? Been a long time since I last saw you.”

The Rivet City Security Chief just crossed his arm and scowled. “It’s been a long time since I’ve last seen you around here, Anya. Heard about your recent exploits lately on GNR, especially that last nasty mix up by Fort Constantine.”

When Anya had first discovered Rivet City, it was Harkness, the Rivet City’s security chief, which greeted her at the entrance. However unlike Lucas Simms at Megaton, he didn’t want her to enter Rivet City but after a long conversation he finally related and allowed her in only after a stern warning of ‘don’t do anything stupid or you’ll find yourself floating in the river’. Of course, she later on discovered that Harkness had a deep secret about him that only they, Pinkerton who performed the operation, and a few well informed others knew about.

“I didn’t think news of that would get to Three Dog’s ears but guess I was wrong.”

“Yeah well just remember I got my eye on you while you’re here. Don’t forget that.”

Same old, Harkness, thought Anya. “Thanks for the warning, friend. Just remember don’t bite the hand that feeds you.” Then added under her breath, “Ungrateful bucket of bolts.”

“So I guess these are your lovely lady friends from that book everyone is clamoring about?” asked Bannon, trying to break the sudden tension in the air.

The Lone Wanderer gave the chief security officer one more glare before turning her attention back to Bannon, which she decided she would face a Death Claw with only a knife then speak with him. “Excuse me for forgetting our introductions. You already know me, of course. The one holding the Brahmin at bay is Moira.”

“A pleasure to finally meet you and thank you for inviting us to this lovely city. I’ve always wanted to come here,” said Moira as she shook his outstretched hand.

“My your spunky. Can’t wait to see what you can do,” he said. “With other future books, that is.”

Something in that comment triggered Anya’s warning senses and eyed the man carefully. What was he up, too?

Turning he looked at the last woman in the group, “And I take it your Ms. Lucy West.”

Offering her hand she was surprised that he brought it up and gently kissed it, which caused her cheeks to glow a crimson hue. “Oh, that’s very gentleman of you.”

“Perhaps later on I can give the three of you a tour of Rivet City since I’m sure your friend here hasn’t seen the entire city from her previous visits to our fine settlement as of yet.”

“Oh, that’ll be super awesome. Thank you,” replied Moira.

“Hey, everyone, they’re here,” a voiced cried out from above.

All four them, including a few security officers, glanced up to see a throng of people crossing the bridge towards the metal walkway that would let them down to the ground level. Most appeared to be men but there were also a few women in the group.

“Damn it, I was hoping to get you girls into the market area first before announcing your arrival but that looks like it isn’t going to happen now. Harkness, get on the intercom and tell Hudson’s security team to scrape the initial plan and get his team out here on the double.”

Anya tuned to Moira and motion to the crates that were lashed onto the sides of the Brahmin. “Well we better get set up out here for your sales, Moira. I just hope you brought enough of copies for everyone.”
********


Two hours later, Anya felt like her wrist was going to falloff. It seemed that every inhabitant of the city not only wanted a copy of Moira’s book but also for it to be hand sign by all three of them. Not to mention the request for pictures every other fourth person and the amount of questions asked to her about the making of the book, the most numerous where those wondering if in fact she really did lose her virginity that night for the book. However unlike other crowds elsewhere, the residents of Rivet City were civil and handle themselves in a polite manner, but Anya knew it wasn’t because of their outstanding manners but more to the Rivet City security officers who made sure everything was kept peaceful and in order.

Strolling up next to her as she sign yet another copy, Bannon couldn’t help but crack a joke. “Who said being famous didn’t have its perks?”

“If I said ‘go take a swim in the river with the Mirelurks’ to wipe that smug smirk of your face, would you do so?”

“Probably not since the good Doctor Preston charges too much these days.” They stood silently for a few minutes, before Bannon asked, “So tell me a little about your friends.”

Anya paused to glance down between the Councilman’s legs and then back up to him. “I didn’t that part worked in that manner with you.”

Bannon shrugged his shoulders at the comment. “Guess you still have that chip on your shoulder about me, don’t you?”

“Chip, no; Crevasse, yes.”

“Come, come. By me retaining my council seat has finally put Rivet City on the map.”

Feeling her anger rising but not wanting to make a scene in front of her friends, Anya grabbed Bannon’s arm and pulled him away from the crowd for a private talk. “Look, Bannon, I don’t know what type of scheme you got going on but I can smell the Brahmin shit stemming off you like a stench.”

“That’s very ungrateful of you after all I did for you three to set all of this up for your book?”

But Anya wasn’t buying that excuse. He was up to something and she knew it. “Can that political correct shit talk with me, Bannon. I know you’re up to something when you offered a tour of Rivet City for the three of us. You damn well know I know everything there is to know about that city and then some. Maybe I should let Harkness know that you got some scheme in the works. I’m sure he’ll take a kin interest in it.”

Shaking his arm free, he calmly straightened his shirt as he glared back at the younger woman. “Now you best listen up for I’m only going to say this once. I have no schemes nor am I planning any and if you go shooting off your mouth like that to anyone I’ll make sure you need up in that river like Zimmer.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

Snorting, Bannon jabbed his finger into her chest. “Deny it all you want, but I know you killed that doctor from the Commonwealth to protect that android he was searching for. And I’ll tell you this, if anyone else comes from that place he mentioned looking for him, I’m going to point them in your direction.”

“Well if they ever come knocking and you do that Bannon, just remember one thing before you send them my way?”

“Yeah, what’s that?”

She took a step closer to the man and locked eyes with him as she lowered her voice to a threaten tone. “How do you want me to pull that spineless gut out of you when I come calling?”

“Is there a problem here?” Harkness asked as he stepped between them.

“No, no problem, not yet that is,” replied Bannon before sauntering off back towards the crowd.

Anya turned to leave, but was stopped by Harkness’ hand grabbing her arm. “I haven’t forgotten what you did for me, but the safety and security of the city and its people are my responsibility and I won’t allow you to jeopardize any of it on a personal vendetta. Get me?”

Taking a deep breath, Anya nodded. “Yeah, I get yea.”

Harkness let go of her arm as he added, “I’m sorry but that’s how the way it has to be. You want to end your feud with him, take it away from Rivet City but I don’t think he’ll leave just for that. Or if you know any illicit activities he’s part of, you let me know and I’ll take care of him. Now if you excuse me, I got to go and make some people angry at me now.” Turning, he strolled back over to the still growing crowd and announced. “Okay, let’s call it day right here. We only got about an hour of light left and I don’t want you people being outside the city during darkness. And before you start hurling insults at me, don’t worry the book girls will be back at it again tomorrow morning in the market area.”

Walking back over, Anya started to help Lucy and Moira pack up the unsold books back into their crates and lock the caps into a strong box they had brought.

“What was that all about?” asked Lucy.

Anya glanced at her friend and said, “Nothing I hope you never have to deal with.”
*******

The room that was given to them in the Weatherly Hotel was a newer one that Anya had never seen before. It was easily twice the size of the room that she previously rented during her past visits to Rivet City with a bunk bed, a single cot and corresponding footlockers and cabinets to keep items secured. The owner, Vera, had given them the room for a fairly discounted price after explaining it was the least she could do to cater to celebrities, that and also with a quick photograph with the three of them, her, and her Mr. Handy robot manager Mister Buckingham at the front desk of the Weatherly.

After cleaning the wasteland grim and dirt from their bodies, Lucy and Moira began to ready themselves for their tour with Bannon. “Are you sure you don’t want to come?” asked Lucy.

“Yeah, it’ll be lots of fun. I can’t wait to see the science lab and the museum here,” added Moira.

“I’m sure. You two go on and do some exploring, I just want to take it easy tonight,” replied Anya.

“Okay, but don’t complain to us about being bored later on,” said Lucy.

At the pointed time, Bannon arrived and Moira and Lucy left leaving Anya alone in the room. Stretching out on the cot, she closed her eyes, thinking about her past exploits in Rivet City. She’d came to Rivet City after gaining knowledge from the GNR disc jockey Three Dog that her father had traveled there after spending some time talking about everything about the Capital Wasteland with him. Like everywhere else she’d traveled beforehand, all she wanted was to find her father but always ended up straying from that quest for weeks to help others with their problems.

First off was the little love affair between Angela Staley, the only child to the owner of the Marketplace Dinar Gary Staley, and Diego an ordain acolyte to Father Clifford at Saint Monica's Church. She’d helped Angela in seducing the unsuspecting Diego by giving the woman pheromones from an Ant Queen that she killed. They were promptly married and as far as she still knew were and living happily somewhere in Rivet City. Then there was Abraham Washington hiring her to go to the National Archives to retrieve the original Declaration of Independence so he could display it in his museum. Sounded easy at first until she got there, having to fight alongside a treasure hunter by the name of Sydney through a building swarming with Super Mutants and then malfunctioning robots. And who could forget about the little feud between two merchants, Seagrave Homes and Bannon, over who should be on the city’s council that she got herself wrapped up in and was still feeling the pain of her decision to this very day.

Then there was Dr. Zimmer from the Commonwealth. He’d approached her about locating his missing android after having an argument with Madison and her staff about their outright refusal in aiding to locate his missing property. Initial she agreed to after hearing what he was offering for a reward in locating the said property. Well it took months of searching the entire wasteland for clues to the whereabouts of the android and when she finally was about to learn the truth she was confronted by someone claiming to be a member of some underground railroad that helped escaped androids in seeking shelter and a new beginning. At first she didn’t believe it but when she talked to Doctor Pinkerton and viewed his files and tapes, she started to question if what she was doing was indeed the right thing. Finally, after talking to Harkness and showing him the truth did she realize she couldn’t turn him over to Zimmer. However they both knew that he would never stop and wouldn’t believe his greatest creation was destroyed as suggested by the Underground Railroad member. Together they secretly plotted to make sure Zimmer was dealt with for good by luring him up onto the flight deck where Harkness would make sure that none of his security staff would be present so he could be dealt with permanently.

Afterwards she started to wonder what this Commonwealth and the Institute was and where it was located. She discussed this matter with both Elder Lyons and Scribe Rothchild, but both of them admitted they have never heard of such an advanced technology state as Zimmer claimed the Commonwealth or this Institute to be nor had any other Brotherhoods ever mention such in their reports. When Rothchild asked Yearling for any information about any and all commonwealths and institutes, the only information she could find in the pre-war records was that the states of Virginia, Pennsylvania, and Massachusetts called themselves commonwealths and that is was possible that this advanced Commonwealth state existed somewhere in either of those three states. As for the Institute, she could only guess it could be a remnant of a pre-war scientific or technological college.

She did however turn over the remains of Zimmer’s personal android bodyguard that she had to decommission after dealing with Zimmer to the Brotherhood, which Rothchild had become fascinated over since, even more so then attempting to rebuild Liberty Prime. But with Zimmer dead and the android nonoperational the trail grew cold there, but Sarah did inform her that her father was taking this Commonwealth and Institute very seriously and had reported what they knew back to the Brotherhood’s main Headquarters out west.

A sudden knock on the hatch brought Anya out of her thoughts. Glancing at her chronometer on her Pipboy she knew if couldn’t be either Lucy or Moira this soon. Getting up, she walked over and opened the hatch to see a long red hair woman standing in the hallway.

It took her a few seconds to recognize her. “Cherry, is that you?”

The older woman allowed a sly smile to cross her face as she nodded. “And here I thought you’d forgotten all about me.”

Anya had first met Cherry when, battered and tired, she stumbled upon a pre-war hotel in the downtown Metro DC area and thinking it to be deserted entered the premise only to step into a lavishly, and extremely provocative interior. The place was the home to a Russian mercenary named Dukov who had set up his pad in the main foray of the building. Cherry was one of two girls living with him and exchanged their services to him for his protection. During a visit back to Dukov’s Place a few months later, Cherry told her she wanted to leave and go to Rivet City. Since she was on her way there, Anya agreed and escorted her safely to the city where they soon parted company.

“What are you doing here?” Anya asked.

Cherry’s response was to hold up a copy of the Wasteland Reproductive Guide. “Came by to see if it was true or not. You really popped your cherry for this?”

I knew I was never going to live that down, she thought as she sighed. “For the one thousandth time, yes, my cherry got popped for the book.”

The older woman let out a laugh as she brushed past Anya and into the room. “Who would’ve thought, the Heroine of the Wasteland a virgin that got her first fuck by a rubber dildo for her a friend’s book? Got to hand it to yea, honey, I don’t think I could ever do that.”

Closing the hatch behind her, Anya turned and folded her arms across her chest. “Did you come here to gloat or are you here for another reason?”

Cherry’s response was to hold up a thick bag and shook it, allowing the caps inside to jingle. “I want to hire yea for a job is what. That is if you’re interested?”

Eyeing the bag, Anya allowed herself a moment of thought before saying, “Okay, you got me. What’s the job and terms?”

“The job is simple; I want you, here, now, for myself. The terms are for us to enjoy each others’ bodies to the fullest.”

“Now wait just a second, I run a recovery business, not a prostitution service,” Anya replied, feeling appalled by her accusations.

Cherry held up the book and said, “That’s not what the book you co-authored says. Besides don’t you find me attractive?”

“I’m a woman, Cherry, not a guy.”

“That didn’t stop you from doing it with your friends,” she said as she pulled her shirt over the top of her head, exposing her large melons to Anya. “Five thousand is my offer. Make me cum like what was described in chapter ten of this here book and you can tack on an additional two. What do you say?”

She reemphasis her offer by shaking the bag again and Anya gritted her teeth. Seven thousand caps for a few hours of work was worth ten jobs that could last anywhere between two to three months depending on the difficulty. But she had her own set of morals that she lived by, even if the list had been severely downgraded the past year, selling her body into prostitution was still on there as a no-go area. Still that was a lot of caps which would allow her to take a nice, long needed rest.

Finally, she nodded her head in agreement. “Five thousand plus with additional two on the terms you specified. Payment and terms are agreed upon by me.”

Smiling, Cherry dropped the bag to the floor and moved towards Anya. “So what are we waiting for, honey, let’s get nasty together.”

A feeling of guilt washed over Anya’s mind at allowing herself to become nothing more than a whore, selling in her dignity for a mountain of caps that Cherry was offering. But it was soon replaced be a shear will of excitement at the aspect of finally accepting her own sexual individuality that had been lying dormant until it was finally unleashed by Lucy and Moira that one special night. Although she’d denied it, that night she had lived out one of her wildest sexual fantasies with them. However she was still a bit nervous as the first time with her knees a bit shaky as Cherry approached her, reaching out to gently caress her cheek and neck. Anya moaned softly, arching her head as her lips moisten. Wetting her own lips, Cherry brought her face closer to Anya’s and kissed her at the base of her neck and then on her cheek again.

Straightening back up, Cherry wrapped a hand around Anya’s head and pulled her face towards her opening orifice, pressing her lips firmly against hers, kissing the Heroine of the Wasteland passionately. Pushed back against the room’s wall, Anya was caught totally by surprised by the older woman’s sudden lust-filled embrace that she opened her mouth so that she could take in air, but was immediately invaded by Cherry’s probing tongue. Expertly Cherry’s tongue sought out Anya’s, while the horny former Vault dweller pressed her body hard against up against the older woman’s. A jolt of delicious pleasure went straight to the core of Cherry’s moisten vagina when Anya’s tongue made contact with hers and began a wild and frenzy dance amongst the newly formed passageway between their orifices.

The two women kissed passionately, their bodies pressed up against each other as their tongues rolled over each other, teasing and exploring. Cherry allowed a hand to roam freely over Anya’s body as their tongues danced, caressing the younger girl’s side, her breasts, running down her stomach and against her thighs, before darting between her legs. Anya jerked up against Cherry when she felt the hand make contact with her sex behind the thick fabric of her leather pants. Cherry pressed back just further against the other girl while her hand cupped one of Anya’s ripe mounds through her clothing, allowing one finger to run along the fabric near her slit and finding the signs of Anya’s arousal there.

Losing herself, Cherry allowed the embrace and fondling to go on for what seemed like eternity before she felt Anya gently pushing her away. Saddened that the moment had ended, she stood up and took a few steps away, but was surprised when Anya pushed herself away from the room’s wall, grabbed one of Cherry’s hands, and led her over to the room’s only chair.

“What are you doing?” asked Cherry as Anya pushed her into the seat and took a few steps back from her.

Anya smiled as she started to gyrate her hips seductively. “I’m surprised, Cherry, that you forgotten that a clientele always get their money’s worth.”

Cherry just smiling devilishly at the notion as Anya began a slow dance at first, her hips swaying slowly from side to side as she twirled her body around the middle of the room, acting like some of the dancers that she saw at Moriarty’s that one day. Cherry watched in totally astonishment as Anya raised one arm above her head while its mate glided gracefully down her chest and across her flat stomach. Turning back to her clientele, Anya unfastened the catches on her gun belt and allowed it to fall to the steel floor panels.
She twirled her body around like a Succubus, her arms gently removing her leather coat at first, carelessly tossing it onto the cot next to where Cherry was sitting. She then stopped her twirling and dropped to her knees, both hands grabbing the opposite ends of her top and she pulled it over the top of her head, revealing her firm breast and flat stomach. Growing aroused by Anya’s dance, Cherry spread her legs apart and started to finger herself as she watch the younger woman drop flat onto her back and undid the protective wrappings around her ankles.

As the wrappings fell away, Anya smiled as she kicked off her boots and then swung her legs high up into the air. With both hands, she pulled her pants up to her knees and slowly allowed herself to fall back to the floor, spreading her legs, showing off her glistening pussy to the older woman, who fingered herself even more vigorously.

Pulling off the leather trousers, she tossed them across the hotel room and then spun around on her side until she was lying completely on her side, her head propped up against a hand, showing off her full, nude figure to Cherry.

“I hope you didn’t cum, yet, Cherry,” replied Anya with a laugh.

Cherry glanced down at the moisten area between her legs. “I was getting there.” She looked Anya up and down, savoring the beautiful sight before her. “So what are you going to do to me now for my money’s worth?”

Anya smirked and walked over to the footlockers and stack them three high before tapping her hand on the corner of the highest one. Cherry smiled as she walked over and hoped up onto the lip of the footlocker. Moving in front of her, Anya knelt down in front of her and removed Cherry’s footwear. Tossing them off to the side, she then reached out underneath the rough fabric of Cherry’s skirt and removed the soaked pair of panties.

“You’ve been busy during my dance, I see,” Anya said jokingly as she stood up and held out Cherry’s panties in front of her.

The older woman shrugged. “Like I said, I was just about there.”

“Then let’s see how far you got,” Anya responded, leaning forward to kiss Cherry on the mouth.

Cherry didn’t resist as Anya’s lips touched hers again, passionately kissing the older woman as one of her hands slowly moved down between Cherry's legs and under her pale colored skirt. Cherry moaned as Anya broke the embrace and knelt down in front of her outstretched legs, pulling the skirt upwards and disappearing underneath it. A jolt shot through Cherry’s body as she felt Anya's warm wet tongue licking along the tender folds of her dripping slit.

Intrigued by Anya’s sudden approach, Cherry quickly undid the side fasteners of her skirt and pushed the fabric material aside. Her hands then grasped either side of the head between her quivering thighs, her fingers running through Anya's flowing brown, silk-like hair. Her whole body shook with excitement as Anya's tongue wiggled its way inside of her pussy, slithering around the juicy inner walls of her cunt and then circling the throbbing nub of her clit. Using her fingers, she exposed the glisten nub and flicked her tongue over it, causing the older woman to let out a string of curses and she tightens her grip on her head.

“Oh god, oh yes right there. Keep doing what you’re doing, girl,” moaned Cherry between deep breaths.

Unable to hold on from the violent seizures her body was experiencing for the stimulation between her legs, Cherry released her grip and fell backwards with half her body sported by the footlockers and the other half dangling precariously off over the single cot. She could hardly breathe as she grabbed her tits, playing with the sensitive nubs as she fought to control her body. Gritting her teeth and unable to bear it, Cherry arched her body upward, her eyes and mouth widening in silence as a violent orgasm erupted from her mound, coating Anya’s face.

Lifting her head away from Cherry’s cunt, her face gleaming with her vaginal juices, she rolled her tongue over her full lips as her eyes gazed lustfully into the older woman’s. “I guess you were right when you said you were close.”

Cherry exhaustively lowered herself down from the corner of the footlockers, her face and thighs sweaty. “I told you so.”

Anya smiled. “Did you like it?”

Cherry nodded. “It was the most wonderful of sensations I’ve ever felt.” She looked at Anya’s tight, dripping pussy and smirked. “Now it’s your turn.”

Grabbing Anya, she spun the naked girl around and heaved her up onto the spot she’d just vacated. Stepping backwards, Cherry began to undress in front of Anya, revealing more of her luscious figure to her companion. The former whore was exquisite, with perfectly formed breasts that were a much bigger than Anya’s, and capped by plump nipples that hardened under the slightly chilly atmosphere of the room. Her stomach was not as flat as Anya’s, but her pussy was nicely kept with a small mound of red carpeting by her slit.

Approaching Anya, Cherry leaned down and began kissing her breasts, taking a nipple between her soft, moisten lips and sucking it. Anya sighed as she arched her back as the former whore proceeded to take each breast in turn, kissing them, licking them, and playfully biting them. Neither of her tits was denied the attention of Cherry’s probing mouth. Whichever wasn't being sucked on by her mouth was being squeezed by a very determined hand.

Cherry then began moving down towards her belly with kisses, nudging her thighs apart and nestling between them. Staring at Anya’s perfectly tight pussy, Cherry pressed a palm of her hand on Anya’s flat stomach as her fingers teased her slit, stroking her gently. Anya sucked in a hissing breath as Cherry stroked the length to her desire before slipping inside. Finding herself suddenly impaled on two fingers, Anya raised her body off the corner of the footlocker as Cherry thrust into her.

The older woman moved in and out of Anya’s cunt at a frantic pace, loving her hard, fast, and deep, making her body wriggle with frenzy of pleasure. Her pussy clenched tight around the other woman's fingers, sucking them in even deeper, surprising Cherry. Anya lifted her hips to meet each maniac thrust, only to be pushed back by Cherry’s hand.

Anya groaned loudly. “Oh, my…..my…..oh, that’s it, Cherry, right there,” she whined, her head rolling from side to side.

Looking down, Anya met Cherry's eyes and held the other woman's gaze for a long moment. She smiled up at her companion before shaking her head to get her hair away from her face before descending her mouth on the nub that was her clit. The room seemed to explode around her as a brilliant fire suddenly engulf and burst out of her. Anya wailed piteously under the intensity of her climax, body arching sharply as the orgasm surged through her, coating Cherry’s waiting face in sweet, honey nectar. She sat there for a moment, her breathing coming in ragged gasps.

Standing up, Cherry helped the younger woman onto her feet. “I guess I did it right then.”

Anya nodded, her knees buckling a bit. “I think you did it better than either Moira or Lucy could.”

Cherry smiled. “Only an experience woman knows the right spots to hit to bring another to climax so quickly. But you didn’t do too bad yourself. I think you might start actually be getting good at this.”

“Wait, you knew how to do this already, without needing my help?”

“Of course I did, I’m not an inexperience woman as your friends are,” she replied with a mischievous grin as she started to dress. “I was just curious if you’ve finally had gotten off that high parch you were on when we first met. Remember, you called me nothing more than a whore?”

She couldn’t response for her mouth had gone dry as she suddenly realized what was happening. Her legs started to shake and she found herself collapsing to the floor as her thoughts raced through her mind. Oh my god, what have I done, she thought to herself.

Seeing the stun expression on her face, Cherry started to laugh as she tugged on her boots. “You see, sweetie, deep down inside every woman has a price. And that price they’ll sell themselves for anything. Be it protection, drugs, alcohol, and yes even money.”

“You were just trying to prove that I was like you, a whore,” Anya said softly.

“And you did a fantastic job at proving my point, doll.” Picking up the bag and the book, she heaved both at Anya who allowed them to hit her and roll off to the side. “And you earned every cap from this book, you dirty little slut.”

Still laughing, Cherry turned and left the hotel room, slamming the hatch shut behind her to muffle to cries of anguish inside.
********

The tour of Rivet City was more than just a showcasing of the highlight areas the ship had to offer. After leaving the Weatherly, they started on A Deck and then proceeded to the Science Deck where Moira could hardly contain herself as she asked questions to any of the busy scientist that would pay her any attention. Dr. Madison Li was a bit perturb that Bannon had brought Lucy and Moira into one of the restricted parts of the city but slowly related and explained in not too much detail how they grew fresh fruits and vegetables in hydroponic vats. If it wasn’t for Lucy hustling the curious entrepreneur out of the science lab they probably would’ve never left.

Proceeding to the lower decks, the next stop was Capitol Preservation Society. There the curator Abraham Washington was delighted in showing the group around and even told them the story on how he hired Anya to procure the Declaration of Independence for him. Again, Moira was in all her glory, pulling aside Abraham to ask questions a galore about the exhibits which the old man was more than happy to accommodate her curiosity. As the two moved off, Lucy stared at the ancient documents before her. She never found herself to be a history buff, nor did she really care about history for that matter, but did find it fascinating to be staring at relics over a half century old. She couldn’t help but think what the Capital Wasteland might look like in five hundred years time from now. Hopefully for the better, she thought when she suddenly felt as if someone was staring at her. Turning around she saw Moira still conversing with the old curator and Bannon was standing off to the side leaning up against a wall with his arms folded across his chest.

It couldn’t have been him, could it? Lucy wondered to herself as she turned back around when not more than a few seconds later she felt the same sensation again. This time she whirled around but yet again he wasn’t looking at her. Snorting at the game he was playing, she turned back to the documents and couldn’t help but crack a smile knowing that he was staring at her yet again.

After an hour they left the Capital Preservation Society and proceeded to the Saint Monica Church. From there he took them down to the secured decks where the reactor that supplied the ship’s power was located and then to the Armory. He brief showed them the Marketplace where they would be selling copies of the book tomorrow and he finished the tour by showing them the flight deck and then the Conn Tower that served as the security and government center.

Opening a hatch, he waved the two women inside a room. “And last, but certainly not least, this here is my office which doubles over for a living quarters. It’s not much but I do allow myself to indulge in a bit of luxury.”

He was right when he stated that he indulge in luxury, Lucy decided for the room contain a double length bed, a pristine wooden desk with computer and lamp on top, two full size wooden cabinets that almost looked brand new, a matching nightstand, and a decorative table with chairs. The room was totally different than to what she expected it would be for a permanent resident.

“Wow, looks more like one of those old mansions then a room,” Moira commented.

“I know it’s a lot to look at, but fate has been good to me and way shouldn’t someone be able to reap the fruits of their labor?” Walking over to a cabinet, he pulled out a bottle. “Would you two care for a spot of wine? 2056, pre-war vintage, nearly impossible to find these days.”

If there was one thing that Lucy knew by heart and that was wine. Bannon was right when he claimed that pre-war vintage wine was nearly an impossible fine, but the better term to use was extinct. Stepping closer to the table along with Moira, she took the offered glass that Bannon held up.

“To your success with your current endeavors and future ones to comes,” toasted Bannon.

The three clang their glasses together before drinking. The liquid was smooth, a fruity with almost a stale musky smell to it that Lucy couldn’t place. However its potency must’ve aged well for her head was slightly spinning by the time she took her third sip.

“You two must be really enjoying this wine,” Bannon said as he held up the bottle. “Would you care for a refill?”

“Please,” Lucy answered, holding out her glass. “Where did you find this wine? I’ve never tasted such a vintage before.”

Bannon answered as he refilled her glass. “It was a present from an old friend of mine from up north.” He looked at Moira and offered the bottle. “Would you like more?”

The only answer she gave was holding out her glass which Bannon happily refilled. After taking another sip she said, “Whoa, is it me or is the world spinning?”

Lucy blinked her eyes as she sat down her cup on the table and shook her head. “Yeah, it is. What…what is wrong…wrong with me?”

“I…don’t feel…”

Bannon smiled as poured the contents of his cup back into bottle before carefully replacing its cork. When he first received the bottle, he was told very specifically on its effects and how much dosage would be needed to render a fully grown adult into a subliminal conscious state that would make them susceptible temporarily to outside reinforcement influence. This state would last a certain amount of time depending on the amount of dosage used to render an unknowing individual into said state.

He’d been using the concoction for years now to indulge in some of his most wildly of fantasies with the desirable women in Rivet City but it was all coming to an end. Sadly the chemist who had perfected the formula had the unfortunate luck of running into a party of Super Mutants while scavenging for pharmaceuticals in the ruins of downtown DC. Now with his sole source and provider a Super Mutant snack food, he had to start using the last few bottles sparingly and on only the most noteworthy of women, mostly Madison Li who not only was a wild creature in bed but also because she too was a member on the Rivet City council and thus was able to swing a vote in his favor whenever the need arises.

Now he only had one bottle left and with it any guarantee of maintaining his way of life but also his council seat. He wasn’t a fool and knew that Harkness and his deputy, Lana Danvers, had a growing suspicion of him although he was able to deflect Lana’s investigation with a few drinks Harkness was proving to be more resourceful. He still hadn’t discovered it was he who planted the incriminating evidence of the holotape conversation between the slaver boss, Eulogy Jones, and his rival Seagrave Holmes, that allowed him to retain his council seat uncontested even only for a little while. But he knew it was only a matter of time before the security chief finally connected the dots and paid him a visit with a pair of hand irons. That was why he came up with this plot.

Only the Lone Wanderer wasn’t following his carefully laid plans. He knew she would be the most difficult of the three to manipulate and possibly the most unwillingly which his fears were confirmed when she’d confronted him outside early today. It was then that he knew it would be highly improbable that she would follow the rest of his carefully laid plans so he had to come up quickly with a contingency that would keep her preoccupied while he drugged the other two and savor their bodies all for himself before leaving with them.

“Can you two hear me?” he asked.

“Yes,” both Moira and Lucy said softly in unison.

“Now listen to my words, listen carefully. You two are my slaves and have been serving me for years. When I tell you to wake up, you will polite, submissive by obeying my ever command, and you will willingly give yourselves to me. Is that understood?”

“Yes.”

Bannon waited a whole three seconds as he was instructed to wait and then said with a clear, commanding voice. “Wake up.”

The two women staggered backwards with the Lucy reaching to place her hands on her forehead while Moira grasped the side of the table to keep from falling. Bannon said nothing for a few seconds as he silently watched the women snap out of their trances, waiting patiently to see if they recognize him as their owner.

Blinking her eyes, Lucy shook her head once as she saw Bannon standing there and then came up to a straight posed, her arms clasping behind her back. “Master, you’re home.”

“Please forgive us for not having dinner ready for you,” Moira added as she too came upright into the same stance as Lucy.

Grinning at the two women, he started to shed his clothes. “That’s all right. I’ll just have the both of you instead.”

“Yes, Master,” they replied back in unison.

Pulling off his pants, he motioned towards the younger of the two women. “Come over here and stroke my cock for me, my horny slave slut.”

Sitting naked on the bed, Bannon watched dubiously as Moira approached him. The little girl knelt in front of his legs, staring at his limp member with a curious expression as she spread his legs a bit wider apart. Picking up his limb member with her right hand, she started to stroke it, routinely teasing its head with her thumb as she smiled up at him. Bannon took a deep breath, feeling the nimble, un-callous hand stroking his member slowly to life.

“Do you want me to start licking yourself, Master?” asked Moira.

Receiving his nod, she gave him a quick grin before gazing back longingly at his growing member. With her head hovering just a few inches from the tip of his penis, she stuck out her tongue and began to dance it quiescent under and over the tip of his dick, tormenting every nerve in the head of the organ. Finally, she wiggled her frenzy tongue over the tip once more before laying her whole tongue flat against the underside and gazed up into his eyes as she sunk her mouth entirely onto his pole. Bannon let out a sigh and the woman suck hungrily on his member, placing both her hands at the base of the organ and interlocking her fingers across.

He watched in awe as she expertly brought his member in and out of her mouth, mixing up the depth that she lowered her head on his hardened pole between quarter, half, and full. His hips jerked as his organ groaned for release as she took his entire shaft into her moist orifice, but as he did so her fingers grew taught at the base of his cock, keep his member from erupting. He yearned for release as she continue her up and down motion on his piece but she never released her tighten grip.

Withdrawing his cock form her mouth, she glanced up with a sly smile and said, “Now, now, Master, we don’t want you cumming prematurely now without my friend getting a taste of you first.”

“Is the Master ready for me now?” asked Lucy.

Moira nodded as she stroked his member. “Yes he is, all nice and hard for you.”

“Really?”

Standing up from her chair, Lucy shed her shirt as she walked over to where Moira was sucking deeply on Bannon’s engorged member. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, she leaned her body up against the dark skinned man and said, “Oh, she didn’t allow you to orgasm just yet? Guess I’ll have to help you along more.”

Releasing her grip on his piece, Moira moved off to the side as Lucy placed her hand at the base of his cock, and wrapping it tightly around it. She gazed at the erected pole as she placed her hand on it, stroking the salvia covered organ gently in her hand.

“Excuse me, Moira, but the master has to cum for me.”

Leaning forward, she placed her tongue underneath his dick to help guide the elongated rod into her darken, wet interior. While Moira’s motions were constant and fluent, Lucy’s was the opposite; she aggressively assault his manhood, rotating her head towards different angles before driving his rod deeper into her moist throat, taking it whole a majority of the times. She paused occasionally to gaze up to Bannon, allowing her tongue to tickle the tip of his cock before plunging downward again and again. Then if that wasn’t enough, Moira and Lucy then started to take turns, sending his body reeling ever more as they mixed up the assaults on his member; slow, constant and steady with Moira to fast, aggressive, and jerky with Lucy.

“The Master seems he’s ready to erupt, Lucy,” remarked Moira.

Lucy smiled and nodded as both of them grabbed his erect member with their hands and started to stroke it vigorously, smiling up at him the whole time. Without the women pinching off his dick any longer, he let out a groan as they both opened their mouths and leaned closer to his member as it exploded in a gusher of hot, steamy cum onto their tongues and faces.

“Oh my, looks like we made a mess,” purred Lucy. “Guess we’ll just have to clean it up.”

The two women licked the steamy man musk from each others’ faces before turning their attention to his rod, lapping up every morsel that dripped from the head of his dick.

Moira giggled. “I do hope you’re not tired, Master, that was only to get you warmed up for us.”

“Why don’t you two remove your clothes and get more comfortable before we get started,” he commanded.

Moving off to the side, both Moira and Lucy started to discard their clothes. Bannon felt his heart pumping as he starred at the lush forms before him. Moira’s body was smaller compared to Lucy’s, but she had cute, little tits while Lucy’s was bigger, easily a size C pushing towards D. When the only thing they had on left was their underwear, they stood side by side, smiling mischievously down at him.

“This time well make you cum with our breast, Master,” announced Lucy. “Which one of us do you want to go first?”

He wanted both of them, but decided to choose Lucy. Laughing, Lucy lowered herself to her knees between his legs and placed her tits so that his rod was between them. Giggling, she pressed her breast tightly against his rod and started to rock her body up down, allowing her melons to fuck his hardening pole.

“Does that feel good, Master?” asked Lucy.

Bannon leaned back, taking a deep breath as he tried to relax his body. “Oh that feels good. Keep it up.”

As Lucy titty fucked his cock, Moira crawled up onto the bed and brought her hand up her his bare chest. Without saying a word, she flicked her tongue against his flat chest towards his own nipples, teasing the bud with her bumpy appendage. He gritted his teeth as Lucy started to alternate between either sucking on his rock hard cock and teasing the tip with her tongue as she continue to stroke his member between her breast.

“Don’t make him cum yet, Lucy. I want a turn,” announced Moira.

“Okay, Moira, have at it,” Lucy said as she stood up. “I got something else for him to taste.”

Since her tits weren’t as big as Lucy’s were, Moira had to press her buds together using her forearms as Lucy went up to Bannon’s head, turning his head forcibly with her hand, and locked their mouths together. He almost gagged as Lucy slipped her tongue forcefully into his own wet orifice, wrapping hers around his own. Her embrace was so tight that he could only breathe through his nose.

Pushing her away, he groaned and said, “Oh my god,” as the head of his cock exploded again.

Moira laugh as she playfully grabbed his member and stroke it gently as Lucy came down and started to lick his hot semen off her breast.

“Oh, Master, that was a lot more then the last time,” commanded Lucy.

Moira nodded in agreement. “Yes, but I think the Master has a lot more left to give to us. So what should we do next, Master?”

Uncertain, Bannon just waved his hand towards them. “I’ll let you girls decided what we should do next.”

“I want you inside of me,” commented Moira.

Lucy agreed as she stood up. “Yes, I wanted him inside me all this time as well.”

Pushing Bannon flat on the bed, Lucy straddled his waist as she lowered her waist to his pulsating member. “You want this, don’t you?” she asked as she licked her hand and rubbed it against her cunt to moisten its folds.

“Oh the Master wants you bad, just look at him,” Moira said as she sat on the floor next to the bed, watching eagerly.

Feeling his organ slipping into her vaginal cavity, Lucy let out a soft moan and said, “Oh that feels so good, doesn’t it? Now just relax and we’ll take care of all your needs, Master.”

She wiggled her hips slightly, allowing her cunt to expand to take his full size as she planted her hands on his chest to give herself more leverage as she rocked her hips back and forth on his member. Moaning softly as she raised and lowered herself on his member, she started her gyration slowly, not wanting him to cum right away but enough for his member to continue expanding in her. Her breaths were deep, and her movements slow and controlled, allowing the lining of her love canal to clutch tightly on his erect member. Watching the two, Moira started to rub her tits as she plunged her fingers into her own snatch, moaning quietly as Lucy leaned back on his crotch, placing her hand behind her on the bed.

“Oh I need it, I need it now,” she proclaimed as she increased the motion of her hips.

Bannon watched in silence and awe as the blonde hair woman bounced up and down frantically on his member, her tits swaying with each bounce. Her moaning increased in pitched to the pounding of her crotch, driving her pussy harder onto his erect member, pushing it ever deeper into her stomach. Just when he thought he couldn’t hold it any longer, she stopped as she raised her hips off his dick and moved towards his head as Moira jumped up off the ground and straddled him. She let out a loud moan as she lowered herself onto his erect rod. He gasped as his cock pushed deeper into the younger girl’s cunt, amazing him that she was even tighter then Lucy.

Leaning closer, Lucy kissed his ear and whispered into it, “Do you want to taste my sweet nectar?”

Nodding greedily, Lucy rose and straddled his face, lowering her snatch to his waiting mouth. She moaned slightly as he wrapped his mouth over her pussy, driving his tongue between her loose folds as Moira rocked back and forth on his erected member. Both women groaned profusely as their womanhoods were assault either by his wiggling, piercing tongue or driving, penetration cock. He was in a pure state of bliss; never before had he felt so much pleasure. With her legs shuddering, Lucy suddenly rose, turned herself around, and lowered herself back onto his awaiting appendage.

Moira also stopped, allowing the interior walls of her pussy to squeeze his elongated pole for a brief few seconds before sliding off of him. Lucy giggled as she leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the head of his cock, savoring the taste of all three of them as Moira turned herself around. Lucy teased his cock once more before allowing Moira to lower herself back onto his harden piece. Gripping both sides of his thighs, Moira started to rock her hips back and forth faster and faster, moaning with each thrust that met her motion, pushing his rod deeper into her womanhood. Behind her Lucy grabbed her tits and began to fondle them as Bannon drove his tongue over her sensitive nub, causing her whole body to shake as she moaned wildly.

“Oh that’s it, just a little more,” moaned Lucy.

Gritting her teeth, she let out a gasp as her pussy erupted in a flow of sweet, honey nectar that Bannon greedily ate up. At the same time, Moira felt his dick pulsating a bit quicker and pulled out just in time as he ejaculated his seed onto her stomach.

Breathing heavily, Bannon lay limp on the bed as the women rose and sat next to the edge of the bed. “Wow,” he finally said, “three times. I didn’t think I had that much in me?”

Lucy leaned forward and smiled at him. “Was it good enough for you, Master, or do you want to fuck our pussies even harder?” she asked as Moira gripped his limp rod and started to stroke it back to life.

“I think the Master wants too, he’s already getting hard again.”

Gazing up, he looked at the two beautiful women next to him and couldn’t decide if he just wanted to go to sleep or continue onward. He could feel his rod getting hard again and seeing the smiling, wanting faces of the drugged women he decided that he wanted to fuck them as hard as he could. Raising himself upward, he grabbed Lucy and tossed her onto the bed.

“On all fours towards the end of the bed,” he commanded.

Complying, Lucy turned herself around and rose to all fours with her pussy facing the edge as he approached her from the rear. “Alright, Master, I’m ready for-”

Her voice trailed off into a loud pitch scream as Bannon grabbed both sides of her waist and rammed his member as hard as he could into her snatch. Lucy raised her head, her whole body trembling as he gripped both her shoulders and started to impale her over and over, ramming his cock deeper and deeper into her stomach.

“Oh my god that hurts, master, but it feels so good,” whimpered Lucy.

But he ignored her, pounding his crotch into hers as he fucked her as hard as he could. He was using so much force that she collapsed onto the bed, but he followed her, raising her leg above her as he continue to rail his cock into her cunt. Lucy closed her eyes as the pleasure she felt started to mix with pain as she was pail driven into the bed.

“Oh, Master, that feels so good. Please give it to me harder, harder,” she whined.

But he had other plans.“You,” he said to Moira, “get on all fours by the bed.”

Just like Lucy beforehand, Moira complied with his orders as he pulled out of Lucy and knelt behind Moira. Unlike Lucy, he gently started to ease himself into Moira’s tight snatch, getting the tip of his cock in before ramming it all the way in. Moira let out a little whimper but said nothing as he ravished her tight hole, her breast swaying back and forth from each thrust. Holding the smaller woman by the waist, he brought her up into an erect sitting position that allowed him to pummel her hole even harder.

Feeling his climax coming once again, he looked at both women to decide which one should get his load. Moira had been the most quiet of the two and she wasn’t as wild as he fucked her then Lucy was. Deciding it should be Lucy; he pushed Moira off him, stood and dragged the blonde hair woman to the edge of the bed. Spreading her legs apart, he slammed his member harder and harder into his pussy.

“Oh god, oh god…oh this is….I’m going to…I’m going to…”

Screaming at the top of her lungs as she withered below him, he gripped her thighs tightly as he felt himself ready to explode. With one final lunge and a wail from Lucy the tip of his cock exploded, coating the deep interior of Lucy’s stomach with his hot semen. They stayed copulated for a few seconds, his hips jerking occasionally to shot the last bit of cum into her stomach before he pulled out of her snatch. The sounds escaping from Lucy’s mouth was a mixture of breaths and quiet moans as a steady stream of cum leaked out of her abused cunt.

Pulling on a robe, he was replacing the bottle back into the cabinet when the hatch to his quarters unlatched and started to open. Grabbing the N19 10mm pistol that was stored in the top drawer of the cabinet, he brought it up to bear at the new arrival but relaxed when he saw who it was.

“You’re going to find yourself on the wrong end of one of these someday if you don’t learn to knock,” he said as he tossed the weapon back into the drawer that it came from.

Surveying the two naked women with cum still dripping out of one of their cunts, Cherry couldn’t help but put her hands on her waist and pretend to pout. “What, you couldn’t wait for me to finish up first with my endeavor before starting?”

“Clean yourselves up and get dressed,” he directed to Moira and Lucy before turning back to Cherry. “So I take it she won’t be bothering us for a while?”

“I got her head so screwed up she’s probably losing herself in a bottle somewhere in the city at this moment.”

Satisfied by the report, he started to get dress himself as he said, “Good, as long as we can get a day’s worth of travel ahead of her, we should have no problems reaching our destination then its smooth sailing for us.”

“Not quite yet,” exclaimed Cherry. “Have you forgotten about that small little detail with your plan?”

“Don’t worry about a thing, my dear. I’m sure we can come up with an agreeable arrangement that will benefit all of us. Are the mercs you hired ready?”

Cherry nodded. “Waiting for us at the bridge causeway as we agreed upon.”

“Good. The more wasteland we put between us and Rivet City the better.

That got a quizzed look from the former prostitute. “What, you think she’ll get wind of all this?”

“With her you can’t be too careful. Now let’s get out of here.”
********


The darkness of the bar on the lower levels of Rivet City was an ideal place that reflected her mood. Sitting on a bar stool closest to the end of the bar where there was the less amount of ambient of light, Anya down another shot and rose her hand for another. Frowning, the acerbic proprietor of the Muddy Rudder, Rivet City's “working man’s” bar, Belle Bonny walked over and refilled the glass as she looked at the red-eyed face of the girl on the stool. She’d come in about half an hour earlier, tears streaming down her checks, as she slumped onto the stool and ordered a drink before burying her head into her arms and weeping like a little child. She tried to engage her in some conversion but couldn’t get more than a sob out of her.

When the girl failed to raise her head out of her arms again for the third time, she just shook her head and continued on with her business. She wasn’t the first to come in here all teary eyed and she wouldn’t be the last. With her head buried and her eyes shut, Anya continued to cry, allowing the tears to drip freely from her checks to the deck below. In all her travels, of all her exploits, of all the pain and horror and tragedy she witnessed she never allowed herself to shed a single tear The Wasteland was so cruel and harsh that she thought it had burned the tears ducts from her eyes. But after being exploited by Cherry, to be used as such like that had destroyed that wall she’d built up around her, shielding her from showing remorse at the cruelty of the wastes. The image of invincibility that she’d projected was gone; and here now sat a broken, suffering, vulnerable young woman who had her eyes reopened to the depravity of life again. And she didn’t like what she saw.

How could I be so foolish, she thought as her trembling hand grabbed the shot glass but didn’t bring it up to her mouth. Raising her hand she stared at the brownish orange liquid in front of her. Was this my answer to all of my life’s problems, should I just go ahead and bury myself into a whiskey bottle because some former whore showed me my most primal of instincts; to mate, to breed, to reproduce? Yes she didn’t like what she saw or what she was becoming, but that wasn’t an excuse to become an alcoholic. Would she become nymphomania? Unfortunately only time would tell.

“Say, I don’t think you’re from around here. And why do you have that on yea, you escape or something?”

Glancing over to the end of the bar sat another woman, no older than a teenager judging from her youthful complexion Anya figured. She was a tiny thing, barely above five feet with soft brown eyes and neck length pink hair that was tied back into two pony tails. She wore a brown, leather trench coat that appeared to have been modified to fit her petite form, and wore a slaver collar around her neck.

The man standing above here tapped the collar with his index finger. “You know my boss would be extremely interested in retrieving yea. A fine, young ass like you could fetch a good price on the market.”

The girl glared up at him and calmly said, “Touch me again and see what happens to yea.”

“Oh, feisty one, I love it when they put up a fight.”

“Leave her alone, Sister. Escaped slave or not, this is Rivet City and she’s a free person now,” yelled Belle.

Sister, a medium size male of Asian descent pointed a river at the bartender and growled, “Best keep your trap shut, Belle, or you might be joining this little flower to Paradise Falls.” Reaching down, he grabbed the teenage girl by the arm and hauled her off the stool. “Let’s go little one, I’m sure Eulogy will give me a great finder’s fee for your tight little ass.”

“I warned you, you creep,” the girl cried as she slammed her elbow into the side of his face.

Sister staggered backwards, shaking his head to clear the haze from his eyes, barely recovering just enough from the blow to duck a follow up thrown from the girl. He countered with his own, catching her across the face and then planted his knee into her stomach. Gasping for air, the teenage girl fell to all fours as Sister, spitting out a stream of blood from his mouth, reached down and yanked her up off the deck by the hair.

“Fucking cunt bitch, you knocked out my tooth. You’ll pay for that.”

“I…don’t…think…SO!”

And with that remark she swung her boot backwards between his legs, contacting right in his crotch. Sister let out a little whimper as he covered his manhood with both arms, a slight tear forming on the corner of his eye as he collapsed to his knees. Standing over him, the teenager reached back and launched an upper cut that sent Sister sprawling to the deck unconsciously.

Breathing heavily, she spat on the unconscious form as she retook her stool at the bar. Anya had watched the whole fight in silence, memorized but what she saw. But it wasn’t the scene of Sister yanking the teenager off the stool, or the ensuing unarmed match between the two of them, nor the girl rendering her attacker unconscious that caught Anya’s attention. It was the device that was fastened to her left wrist. The same device that was fastened to her own wrist; it was a Pipboy 3000 worn by all residences of a Vault-Tec Vault. But the only vault that was still occupied in the Capital Wasteland was Vault 101 and she’d known everyone who lived there and this girl wasn’t one of them. Somehow this teenage girl was a resident of some other occupied vault she didn’t know about.

“Oh for crying out loud,” proclaimed a new voice from above. “Christ, I can’t leave you alone for a few minutes before you’re getting into fights.”

Glancing up, Anya watched as an older woman came down the stairwell and took a bar stool next to the teenage girl. She wore a standard mercenary outfit consisting of a blue, sleeveless leather overcoat over a dingy white shirt with matching leather pants. She wore brown protective arm sleeves held in place by buckles and gloves. Around her neck were a breathing apparatus and a cloth, protective hood. She had dirty blonde hair that came down to her neck with brown eyes.

“Wasn’t my fault this time. This jackass of a slaver thought he was going to collect a big payday in hauling my cute, little ass to his boss.” She spat on the unconscious form again and added, “Slaver trash isn’t worth a bullet this time.”

The blonde shook her head. “You know this can all be avoided if you taken my advice and had that damn thing off your neck by now.”

“Why? I like it. Besides I’m not letting anyone try and disarm this damn thing. I like my head right where it is, attached to the rest of my body.”

Pushing her drink away, Anya got up and approached the duo. “Are you okay?” she asked as she slipped onto the barstool next to the teenager.

But it was the blonde that answered. “Who wants to know?”

She held out her hand, “Name’s Anya, merc for hire.”

The younger woman took her hand first. “Jessica, but you can call me Jessi.”
“Kelsey,” said the blonde woman. “And before you ask, yes were freelancers as well.”

With the introductions made, Anya pointed to the Pipboy on the teenager’s arm and asked, “If you don’t mind if I ask, but where did you get that?”

“What, this thing? I don’t know.”

“Excuse me.”

“What are you, deaf now? I said I don’t know.”

“You’ll have to excuse my friend here, she’s gets a bit upset when talking about her past,” said Kelsey. “See can’t remember anything prior to two years ago.”

Anya blinked her eyes in surprised. “You have amnesia?”

Sighing, Jessi nodded her head and pointed her thumb towards Kelsey. “She found me just wandering around aimlessly out in the wastes one day with this damn collar and thing on my wrist, although this wrist thingy is actually quite useful. This thing, on the other hand,” she said pointing to the slave collar, “is getting quite annoying. Well, you seen why.”

“You just found her in the middle of the wastes. No settlements or towns nearby?”

That got a chuckle from both of them before Kelsey asked, “You haven’t been too far north have you?”

“I’ve been to the Pitt, but got there by an underground railroad.”

“You want to the Pitt, The Pitt?” Jessi asked. When Anya nodded, it was her turn to be surprised. “What in Gods’ name got into that head of yours to want to go to the Pitt?”

“It was a job, nothing more.”

And it was, she went there by answering a distress call from a man named Werner who asked for help in freeing and saving his people from a horrible existence as slaves tolling in the steel mills and factories over saw by ruthless raiders also from dying slowly from an infectious disease. But like all things, there was another side to the story, a side in which if she wanted to free those people she had to kidnapped an innocent infant from her mother and turn her over to the slaves to be a genie pig to find a care for them, possibly even meaning the death of the infant to save others. She never thought she would ever side with raiders until that moment when she had to make a decision and in the end she found she couldn’t take the infant away from her mother thus dooming the slaves to a miserable existence until a cure could be found by the infant’s parents.

Kelsey let out a low whistle at hearing Anya’s remark. “That took some balls to do that. Nobody goes up there, willingly that is.”

“So where are you from, Kelsey?”

“Me? Well I came from a settlement way up to the north called Q’Bec. Been on my own since I was twelve when it was destroyed in a Raider attack, survived by pretending I was dead next to my parents and younger brother. Been wandering southward ever since.”

“And that rifle on your back, what is that?”

“Oh this? Want to take a look at it?”

“Please.”

Slinging the rifle of her shoulders, she handed it to Anya who was amazed at how light it was. It felt like the receiver was made out of some kind of lightweight, reinforced black plastic. In fact the whole weapon felt like it was made of the material from the triangular hand guard, to the pistol grip, to the folding stock. The only parts that were metal were the rounds in the magazine, bolt and carrier group, and the barrel.

“That thing is amazing,” commented Anya as she handed the rifle back to Kelsey.

“Where you get it?”

“Way up north where the snow still falls. Found it in a safe room of some old museum located next to some sort of castle like compound overlooking a river from a mountain top. That was I think five years ago. I found like five them, three of which still works. Also got some other weapons I procured from that safe room as well, mostly handguns.”

So what brought you two down here?”

Jessi lifted her glass which was filled with water. “We heard about the fresh drinking water from a caravan of settlers that were headed this way and decided to tag along. That was four months ago and we just arrived last week.”

Then Kelsey added, “Yeah but those suits of armor ruffians weren’t just handing out the water for free. Said we had to be part of a settlement to get our share. Of course the local merchants are selling the damn stuff for three times the price for the old purified water. Four settlements turned us away because we were outsiders and nearly had to beg to get into this place. We don’t have too many caps left so we’re just squatting in the Common Room for the time being.”

“Which I don’t like at all,” muttered Jessi.

Ignoring the comment, Kelsey continued, “We’re pretty good in a fight, so we might try to get hired on as water caravan guards but from what I’m hearing there is a long waiting list for that job.”

“You know there are a lot of lonely man here, perhaps we should get a copy of that book, learn a thing or too, and start prostituting ourselves out,” Jessi added sarcastically.

Kelsey rolled her eyes as she punched Jessi in the arm. “You know one of these days I’m just going to start messing with that collar and see if you make any wise crack then.”

“Yeah, I will, and it’ll end with a bang!”

Anya couldn’t help but allow a chuckle to escape her lips as a smile slowly crossed her face while laughing with the other two women. While she was upset and nearly cried herself into a drunken stupor because of being used by Cherry, she found this sort of conversation to be a bit amusing. In fact she was finding out that she actually liked these two and of course she was still extremely curious about Jessi’s Pipboy.

“Tell you what. If you want a job, I got an opening to hire both of you on. I run a recovery business out of Megaton. Pay is so-so, long hours, and can get extremely difficult and hazardous to your life expectancy.” She glanced at Jessi. “And you get to live in a dwelling, no common rooms anymore.”

“I like where this is going, tell me more,” said Jessi.

But it was Kelsey who quickly added, “If there is one lesson I learned quickly in the wastes and that is nothing is for free. What’s the catch?”

She pointed a finger at the teenager. “I know someone who can get that damn thing off your neck without your head going pop and no way am I going to allow you into my dwelling until then.”

“Deal,” Kelsey and Jessi announced together.
********


The loud metallic sound that assaulted her hearing senses didn’t do much to ease the throbbing pain in Anya’s head. Groaning she grabbed her cot’s pillow and pulled it tightly over her head, wishing that the aggravating acoustic noise would cease. When it didn’t, she tossed the pillow away from her head and rose slowly from the cot, swinging her legs over the side and winced as her bare feet made contact with the cold, metallic deck plating. She gritted her teeth from the sudden shock to her nervous system, which helped in dissipating some of the hazy from her eyes and mind but only to increase the pressure on her throbbing temples.

Slowly she allowed her eyes to flutter open and again winced as her dilated pupils howled in protest from the sudden intrusion of brilliant light. Blinking her eyes to allow her eyes to adjust to the overhead illumination panels, she took a glance around the room and noticed that neither Lucy nor Moira were in the opposite bunk bed. After having nearly succumb to losing herself inside a bottle for allowing herself to sell her body like nothing more than a cheap whore, she had witnessed a confrontation between a teenager named Jessi and a slaver at the Muddy Rudder. After talking to her and her companion Kelsey, she hired them on as the newest members to her business and then celebrated with a bottle of whiskey between the three of them. She had returned later on that night to an empty hotel room but figured that Moira and Lucy were still out enjoying themselves, hopefully not with Bannon, so she had racked out for the night.

Glancing down at her Pipboy she cycled through its functions until her gaze focused in on the time being displayed on the cold, green screen and was shocked by what she saw. Cursing, she jumped up for the cot and started to scramble for her clothing as the knock on the hatch came again, more insisted this time. Why didn’t Moira and Lucy wake her before they left for the market, she wondered to herself as she pulled on her boots.

“Yes, I’ll be right there,” she yelled towards the hatch as the knock came yet again.

Grabbing her coat, she turned to hurry to the hatch when she tripped on something and nearly went sprawling face first to the deck. Cursing, she glanced down to see what it was she’d tripped over when she suddenly stopped as she stared down at the containers that held the books. Suddenly confused now, she opened the container lids to see that the unsold books they had placed into them the night prior were still there. If Moira and Lucy had already left for the marketplace for the book sale as she first thought they did, then why didn’t they take the books with them?

With that question still swirling in her hand, she went over and opened the hatch. On the other side stood Lana Danvers, Deputy Chief of Security. She was the female variant of Harkness; tough, serious, with a no sense of humor whatsoever.

“Where the hell have you been? You know how many people have been waiting for you down in the marketplace?” she exclaimed. Anya let out a deep sight of relief as the tension from her body started to ease a bit when Lana suddenly added, “You’re alone. Where are the other two?”

“You mean they’re not in the marketplace?” inquired Anya as the feeling of uneasiness suddenly returned.

“If they were, do you think I would be up here pounding on that damn hatch for five minutes?” replied Lana. “Where are they?”

Shrugging her shoulders, Anya said, “I don’t know. The last I saw them they were going to get a tour of Rivet City from Bannon. That was last night.”

“Bannon you say?” When Anya nodded, Lana walked over to a wall fixed intercom and keyed the panel. “Attention in the city, attention in the city, would councilman Bannon please contact panel Alpha Two Zero immediately.”

They had to wait only a few seconds before the panel buzzed.

“Councilman Bannon, this is….what….when did he passed by your location? Why didn’t you report it in, Graves? I don’t give a shit what he said that is beyond unusual.” Slamming the phone back into its cradle, Lana motioned with her hand towards Anya. “Come with me.”

“What’s going on?” asked Anya as she fell in besides the blonde deputy security chief.

“Last night, Bannon crossed the causeway between Rivet City and mainland and hasn’t returned,” answered Lana.

The uneasiness was starting to grow even more to the point of paranoia as she recalled his candid remarks to Moira and Lucy when he first met them yesterday afternoon. “Was he alone when he left?”

“No,” Lana replied as she hustled down the corridor and into the stairwell, taking the steps two at a time as she climbed higher into the carrier’s former conning tower. “He was accompanied by six others.”

“Who were they?” shouted Anya as she bounded up the stairwell behind her.

Lana didn’t answer as she flung open the hatch and entered the Security Command Center and walked with all due haste to another hatch across the crowded room. She pause a split second to knock but didn’t wait for a reply before opening the hatch.

Staring up from his desk, Harkness dropped a bunch of papers he was holding as the two entered his office. “Lana, I told you to go and get them before I have a riot in the-”

But she caught him off by saying, “Chief, Bannon has left the ship in the company with the other two and four others last night. They haven’t returned.”

“What do you mean he left the city with them last night? Why wasn’t I informed of this early, Commander?”

“I’m sorry, Chief, I just found out myself. Apparently he told Graves not to report it in.” explained Lana.

Harkness rose from his chair as he grabbed a set of keys from the wall. “The two of you come with me. Hudson, replace Graves at the causeway with Jenkins and tell him to hustle his carcass up to Councilman Bannon’s room if he wants to continue to have his job in the next five minutes.”

As they returned to the lower portions of the ship, Anya found her thoughts whirling. Why did Bannon leave Rivet City with Lucy and Moira in the middle of the night? Did he dupe them into leaving the city with him? Why did they go so quietly with him and who were the other four accompanying him? The more she thought about the whole situation the more questions than answers she came up with. She knew Lucy was more of a fighter and wouldn’t be easily duped into leaving the safety of the city with him. Moira, on the other hand, was more naïve then Lucy but wasn’t stupid either. No, he did something to force them to go with him. But why would he jeopardize everything he had on Rivet City to kidnap his friends and where was he taking them?

That question was still ringing in her thoughts when they reached the hatch to Bannon’s quarters. Inserting a special key into the lock, Harkness opened the hatch and immediately was greeted by a repugnant odor as he stepped into the room.

“Uh, reeks of sex in here,” comment Lana as she entered behind Harkness.

Anya’s anger continues to mount as she recognized the candid smell of sweat, sexual excretions, and liquor. Was that how he did it? Got them drunk, fucked them, and then left with them in tow, she wondered. But it was more of a question than an answer.

“I guess you have already suspected this from our conversation yesterday, but for the past eight months, I’ve been investigating Bannon for illicit activities,” Harkness suddenly said, breaking the silence in the room. “Lana, see if you can find anything on his computer. I started to grow suspicious when motions he very vocal about would either pass or be defeated by one vote in the council. That vote always came from Dr. Li.”

He paused as he riffled through some loose papers on the desk as Lana worked on hacking into his personal computer, shaking her head in frustration from time to time.

“At first I thought that Dr. Li was being bribed for her vote for increase funding for her scientific research, but when a notion to expand the science lab was defeat I had to rethink my investigation that Dr Li was somehow a willing participant against her knowledge of being one.”

“So you thought he was drugging her with something?” asked Anya.

Harkness nodded as he pulled a piece of paper from his pocket. “About three months ago after another one of Bannon’s measures passed with the same vote, I asked Dr. Preston to take a blood sample from her during a routine health examination schedule for her later on that day. Here are the results of the toxicology tests.”

Taking the report, Anya took a quick glance at it and was astonished by the remarks that Preston had wrote: I found traces of ethanol, scopolamine, 3-Quinuclidinyl benzilate, temazepam, and various barbiturates including the anesthetic induction agent sodium thiopental (commonly known as sodium pentothal), all are sedatives that interfere particularly with judgment and higher cognitive function. Even although she hadn’t study complex chemistry or medicine since leaving the Vault, she knew form her knowledge that if mixed properly the chemicals could render a person completely acceptable to outside influence and suggestion.

Seeing the expression on her face, Harkness knew she understood what Preston had written. “Somehow he managed to find a chemist who could make a psychoactive drug used to exert influential control over an unwilling subject. My thoughts were confirmed when Lana here, who was reporting that she was making head way into the investigation, reported to me a month ago that she could find no evidence of wrong doing with Bannon. I had her tested as well and the same chemicals that were found in Dr Li were found in her blood. All I needed was to find the method he was using to administer the drug to the individual. If I found that I would be able to pursue the council to ordering his remove and banishment from the Rivet City.”

What type of method could be use on an unsuspecting person to administer the drug and hide the fact that they were doing so in the process, thought Anya as she glanced around the room. Then she remembered the smell of sweet liquor when they had first entered the room. Walking over to the table, she gazed at the smooth finished top and noticed the residue of dried splashes that could have came from a liquid of sorts. Seeing a little end cabinet, she walked over and opened it, pulling out an empty bottle of wine with a pre-war vintage label.

Harkness saw what she was doing and took the bottle. Uncorking the top, he sniffed the residue aroma that came from within. “That clever son of a bitch, he used wine for the transfer method. What woman wouldn’t pass up the chance to taste a bottle of pre-war vintage wine if someone was offering it to you?”

Hearing an almost silent knock on the metal hatch, both Anya and Harkness glanced up to see a security officer standing nervously in the hatchway. Anya figured that he couldn’t be more than eighteen years of age and suddenly she pity him as Harkness glared at the security officer.

“Explain to me why you didn’t report that he was leaving the city with an entourage in tow, Graves?”

The young man tried to swallow the lump that was forming in his throat but failed. “Sorry, Chief, I knew I should’ve reported in but he told me he was only going to show the women the river and would be right back. He told me not to worry about an escort since he was bringing some of his own along.”

“And that explanation made you think you didn’t have to report it?” asked Harkness as he folded his arms across the armor chest plating of his vest.

“No, sir, I screwed up, I know it.”

“You most certainly did screw up, Graves. Who was with him when he left?”

“Six people followed him; three men and three women. The men I haven’t seen before, sir, they must’ve been mercenaries judging from the motley assortment of armor and weapons they were carrying. The only woman I knew was the red head, Cherry I think her name was.”

He was cut off as Anya grabbed one of the wooden chairs and smashed it down onto the table with such force that it splintered into four different parts. “That bitch,” she screamed. “It was all a lie, all of it. That mother fucking cock sucking whore was just distracting me for him.”

Ignoring Anya’s outburst, Harkness said, “Don’t mind her, she gets this way. Finish your report, Graves.

The teenager couldn’t help but keep one eye of the woman as she smashed another chair against the bulkhead. “The other two women were her companions that came in last evening when I was going on duty, Chief. But they were walking and acting funny unlike the others. I saw them heading for Anacostia Crossing Station.”

“Chief, I’m in and take a look at this?” Lana suddenly exclaimed.

“Consider that report that you just gave with all those details the contributing factor for you retaining your job, Graves. But don’t expect to get any high visible patrol routes for a long time. You’re dismissed.”

Graves took one last look at the angry woman who was now leaned over the table, breathing heavily from her outburst before retreating back down the passageway. As Harkness hunched over the computer terminal next to Lana, Anya tried to cut through all the questions that had filled her head and answer why did Bannon hire Cherry to distract her long enough for him to drug his friends and leave with them out into the wasteland? From Harkness she figured that Bannon must’ve been onto his investigation if he went through the trouble in hindering it by drugging Lana, but he must’ve known that had only delayed the enviable. So what was Moira and Lucy to him, what could he gain from by taking them with him?

Then it dawn to her that the answer to that question was one she already knew. Oh my God, oh my God, he wouldn’t dare, he wouldn’t, she thought to herself but everything was pointed that he would. With her anger bristling all throughout her body, she slammed her hands on the table before stalking towards the hatch.

“Anya, where are you going?” Harkness called out.

“I already know where they’re going,” she shouted over her shoulder as she left the room and hurried down the corridor to her room to gather her gear before getting Kelsey and Jessi. “He’s going to claim the contract on them. He’s taking them to Paradise Falls,” she said quietly.