Heroine for Hire

FALLOUT 3 – Heroine for Hire
By The Great Shaggy

WARNING: Contains the following offensive material - Anguish/Torment, Anal, Death, Dominance/Submission, Hurt/Comfort, Hand Job/Fingering, Humiliation, Language, Threesome (Two woman, one man), Slave, Non-Consensual force or rape, Oral Sex, Torture, and Violence.

Chapter Characters:

Female
Anastasia – Former Vault 101 Dweller; also known as Anya
Lucy West – Megaton Resident
Moria Brown – Megaton’s Craterside Supply Entrepreneur
Jessica – Former Vault Dweller and slave; also known as Jessi
Kelsey – Mercenary
Cherry – Former Prostitute, Rivet City Resident
Clover – Slave Bodyguard
Crimson – Slave Bodyguard
Cutter – Paradise Falls Doctor
Sarah Lyons – Commander of Lyons’ Pride, Brotherhood of Steel

Male
Eulogy Jones – Head Slaver of Paradise Falls
Forty – Paradise Falls Chief Slave Pen Handler
Grouse – Paradise Falls Head of Security and Slave Tracking
Bannon – Former Rivet City Council seat Member, Potomac Attire Owner
Owyn Lyons – Elder of Lyons’ Pride, Brotherhood of Steel
Rothchild – Head Scribe of Lyons’ Pride, Brotherhood of Steel


Chapter Three: Fall from Paradise

“Nobody gets into Paradise Falls unless you’re here on slaver business and I get to decide what is!” – Grouse

There was an old saying in the Capital Wasteland that went ‘Better off dead then a resident of Paradise Falls’ and now Cherry understood why. They had arrived early on in day after a five day trek through the ruins of Metro DC and then across the barren wastes and she was finally glad to be in a place of relative safety. Two of the mercenaries she had hired at Bannon’s discretion had been killed during the journey; one fell during an ambush in the ruins of DC with some Raiders and the other became the unfortunate soul to have been shot in the leg to distract a nearby Death Claw so the rest of the group could escape. Even two days later his screams and cries for help were still echoing through her head.

Having arrived at the front gate of Paradise Falls, the last remaining mercenary hurriedly accepted his payment and left without even so much of an utter of complaint at the small amount that Bannon forked over to me. Cherry guessed if he had unknown that their destination was the Paradise then he would have never taken the job in the first place. Bannon had done all the talking with the guards at the gate while Cherry watched over the two bound women that they had to literally drag across the wasteland as soon as the psychoactive drug had worn off. After waiting half an hour under the unforgiving sun, a dark skinned slaver approached the main gate conversing with the two other guards before making his way over to the group.

The dark skin slaver wore the usual slaver outfit common across the wasteland; a thick, padded leather jacket with pieces of fashion armor pinned into places and gun belts bristling with ammunition and weapons on his upper torso. His trousers were also thick, blue leather with reinforcement patches crudely sown on the inner thigh potion and scuffed up boots. Slung across his back was a Chinese Type 151 5.56mm Assault Rifle.

Bannon held out his hand to the slaver, who just ignored it and passed by him towards the bound women. Pulling out two pieces of paper, he compared the two images to the facial features of the two women before nodding.

“Bring them along and follow me,” he said coldly as he walked back through the gate.

As before, they had to drag Moira and Lucy behind them as they made their way deeper into the slaver compound. Before the Great War of 2077, Paradise Falls was a highly developed shopping center located directly in the center of the suburbs to the northwest of DC in what was once known as the Commonwealth of Virginia. Now it was a heavily reinforced hub for nearly all Slaver activity in the Capital Wasteland and a constant source of fear for all its denizens. Making their way through the compound, they came to a two story building with a burnt out sign that said ‘cinema’ where two women wearing pink dresses and slave collars fasten around their necks were waiting. Although they had the appearance of slaves, they seem to hold the authority of slavers as they stepped forward to take the two women from them and disappeared inside the building.

“Wait here,” the dark skinned slaver growled before entering the building as well.

Glancing around the interior of the compound, she noticed that all of the heavily armed slavers were staring at her; same were glaring while others were pertaining they were humping an invisible woman, and a few just smiled and waved at her. She tried not to show that she was nervous but apparently by her demeanor the slavers were queuing in on she was failing miserable.

After a few minutes the door swung open and the dark skin slaver reappeared. “Eulogy is waiting for you two inside. Best not keep him waiting if you know what’s good for yea.”

Entering the former cinema theater, they were greeted by a tall, dark-skin man wearing a red business suit and purple, satin dress shirt. His head was shaved, but sported a thin beard and moustache. “Ah, and these most be the two lucky ones that Grouse told me about. If you don’t know who I am already, I’m Eulogy Jones, I run the operations here.”

This time when Bannon offered his hand it was accepted in a firm handshake. “I’m Bannon, councilman of the Rivet City Council and the proprietor of Potomac Attire. And this here lovely associate of mine is Cherry.”

She just smiled but didn’t bother to offer her hand, he reminded her too much of Dukov.

“Well now that introductions are over, let’s go see the state of the merchandise before we start bargaining, shall we?”

Leading them around the wall into the adjacent lobby Cherry slowed down as her heart went up into her throat. Both Moira and Lucy were standing devoid of clothing, slave collars now fastened around their necks, by a brightly lit wall and held in place by ankle shackles attached to the floor. Standing next to them where the two pink dressed women, making sure their hands stayed away from their womanhoods as Eulogy approached them. Pacing around them slowly, he occasionally reach out to rub their breasts, slap their asses, pinch their thighs, and even rub an open palm across their pussies before taking a whiff of his hand.

The whole scene reminded her of that old cinema movie that she once saw a long time ago, it was an old western where ranchers took their cattle to the market and potential buyers would walk around the animals, checking them out before making an offer of purchase to the owner. The comparison of what she was seeing was starting to sicken her stomach somewhat but she found the urge to be repulse it. She had thrown in her lot with Bannon for a better life of luxury then that found on Rivet City and if these two women she hardly knew had to pay the price of becoming someone else’s personal property then so be it. Leaning up against the wall, she watched in silence as the head slaver made his inspection of the women.

Finally after a good five minutes on each one, he stepped off to the side and slowly nodded his head to his two companions who broke off away from the secured women and headed for Bannon and Cherry. “Well now, they are in remarkable condition considering how far you had to come to get them here, but I’m at impasse with them you see?”

Confused, Bannon shock his head. “Impasse, at what? They are who you wanted from the contract, your fellow associate confirm their identities, and you just said their bodies were in good condition.”

Eulogy smiled as he motioned his hand to the two silent women behind him. “You mistake what I said. The impasse isn’t over who they are or their condition, but it’s over the said contract. These two are worth twenty five hundred each, but it was the one that you failed to bring with you that was the big payoff. She alone would net you a cool five thousand. Unfortunately the contract price was for all three was stipulated by the potential buyer, see this isn’t my contract, it’s what we call a ‘Third Party Contract’. Now he has authorized me to renegotiate the terms if the said individual that he wanted the most wasn’t amongst the two that were brought in.”

“So what you’re saying is that the offering price of twenty-five hundred for these two is now invalid?”

“My, my, you do know business now don’t you? Yes the price for those two from the original contract is now void. We’ll have to come up with new negotiated terms.

“I understand completely.”

“You do? Well that’s a relief. And here I thought you might not want to compromise.”

“I’m a businessman, like you. What is the price your offering for them?”

“Twenty hundred.”

“Each?”

“Total.”

The silence that hung inside the building was so deafening that if someone dropped a pin that could hear it bounce. Cherry couldn’t believe what she was hearing, two thousand for both of them? That was robbery; they had to be worth more than that?

And Bannon echoed her thoughts in words. “Surely you can do better than two thousand, Eulogy. You said together they were worth five thousand to you. How about four for them?”

“I said it was two for them,” the head slaver repeated.

“But that’s ridiculous. You could easily get three for each of them due to their popularity in the wastes. Do you know what I’ve given up to get these two women for yea? You better due better then two thousand, Eulogy.”

Again the silence returned and this time it was deadly. Cherry saw the dark skin woman moving slowly behind Bannon while the white skin one was moving against the wall towards her. Instinctively she slowly crept her hand down to her sidearm that she wore on her belt when Eulogy started to laugh. This caught Bannon off guard as he nervously shifted his feet.

Calming himself, Eulogy tried to compose himself as he wiped a tear from his eye. “Oh, my, you’re a funny one, a real jester. You think you can come into my place of business to pedal your meat that someone else wanted and you think you can threaten me?” His eyes suddenly narrowed at the other man who finally found himself wiping the sweat that was forming on his brow with a shaking hand. “Nobody comes into Paradise Falls, threatens me, and lives. But I’ll let that one slide, for now. My final offer stands at two thousand for them.”

“Okay, my mistake, I apologize. But surely you can give me a little bit more,” Bannon said nervously. Seeing Cherry leaning up against the wall, he pointed towards her. “Take her as well, natural redhead, hard to find in the wastes.”

Cherry’s eyes opened wide when she heard that she was being sold into slavery and her hand dropped to her sidearm when a shiny blade sliced the air in front of her throat, ceasing her hand’s movement to the weapon.

“I don’t think you want to do that, lover,” whispered a voice into her ear. “It might be bad for your health, you see.”

Unmoving, she glanced with her eyes off to the right to see the white hair, Caucasian woman holding the hilt of a sword that lay within a hair from her throat. Reaching down, she took the pistol from the holster and tossed it casual away from them.

“I could probably get an additional grand from her, that is if her condition is well as the others but I doubt it,” stated Eulogy. “Twenty-five hundred, final offer for all three of them. Take it or leave?”

“No, no thirty hundred. Please?”

“Take it or leave it?”

A second or two passed before Bannon finally answered, “No.”

The words were barely out of his mouth when his whole body shook and Moira let out a scream as Lucy grabbed her friend to shield her from the sight. Cherry watched in horror as Bannon slowly looked down to see the crimson covered blade sticking out through his chest. He took one last look at Eulogy before the dark skin woman pulled her sword out and swung it in a horizontal motion that sent Bannon’s decapitated head flying into the shadows of his pad while his headless corpse collapsed to the stone tiling, its limbs twitching slightly.

Eulogy snorted in disgusted as he stepped away from the growing pool of blood. “You should of taken the deal. Crimson, get some of the boys in here to take this piece of garbage to the dogs and clean up this mess. And Clover, dear, please be so kind as to give our other guest a collar before you bring them over to Cutter for their medically examination.”

Still horrified from Bannon’s grisly demise, Cherry didn’t even struggle as the Clover snapped a slave collar around her neck, officially marking her a slave of Paradise Falls along with the others.
*******


The sun was starting to set off in the distance, casting eerily shadows across the barren landscape of the Capital Wasteland that added to its trepidation mystic. Smaller animals, both mammal and reptilian scurried for the safety of their burrows that lay underneath the scorched landscape or the rocky outcroppings that dotted the wastes. But it wasn’t from fear of the coming of the night that would bring the lumbering, vicious predators that inhabitant the land roaming for prey, but from the three ominous figures running at all due haste across the wasteland.

Since leaving Rivet City, the three women pursued the rogue entourage that had left with two of their friends in captivity through the ruins of downtown Metro DC and out into the wastes; North through Anacostia Crossing into the shattered war zone of the Mall district and across the derelict campus of Georgetown they went, always moving, never ceasing their pursuit as they fought through the occasional skirmishes, ventured into the darkest depths of the former Metro Transit Tunnels, and out across the Potomac, never stopping for moment of rest or food. They followed the trail that was carelessly left behind; food wrappers, remnants of camp fires, spent cartridges and the occasional body of a feral ghoul or mutated insect.

However once out into the waste, the trail grew cold and they had to resort to just making all due haste across the dangerous landscape to Paradise Falls in hopes of arriving ahead of Bannon’s group. Anya was in the lead, sweat pouring down her determined face to mix with the dust that the wind kicked up, followed by Jessi who splashed a bit of water onto her face in a vain attempt to cool herself, and then Kelsey who looked as if she was about to drop any second.

“Come on, hurry,” cried out Anya behind her, trying to motivate the two women behind to run faster. “We’re almost there.”

Wiping her hand across her brow, Jessi mentally tried to force her legs to move faster but couldn’t seem to increase her pace. “Do…do you…do you run…like….this….everywhere you go?”

“I can’t…go much further. Five days….no rest….is killing….me,” exclaimed Kelsey breathlessly.

But Anya wouldn’t be pursued to cease their pursuit, not when they were so close. “Come on, just over this ridge and we’re there.”

Hustling up the steep rocky incline, Anya suddenly stopped at the cliff’s edge, gazing down into the valley below where Paradise Falls was. She couldn’t have picked a better spot for from this advantage point they could see all the approaches to the former shopping mall center as well as into the slaver compound. Kneeling down, she slung off her back as her two companions slumped exhaustedly onto the rocky ground next to her.

“I’m not….going to move….from this spot…for a long time,” Jessi stated breathlessly before taking a long sip from her canteen.

Kelsey didn’t bother to make any remark; she just took three long pulls from her own canteen, rolled over onto her side, and fell asleep within seconds. Anya took a moment to check on her friend to make sure she wasn’t going into heat stroke before raising up the battered pair of binoculars she held in her hands to her eyes. She felt bad for running them unstop since leaving Rivet City but Bannon had a fifteen hour head start and she had to close that gap if they had any chance of saving Moira and Lucy before they were taken into the slaver compound. If that happened she had no idea on how they were going to get them out of there.

After ten minutes of lying still, Jessi let out a moan as she rose up into a seated position and pulled out her own binoculars. “See anything yet?” she inquired.

“Nothing yet,” Anya replied, lowering the binoculars as she gazed out to the west. “It’ll get dark soon. That’ll make it more difficult to spot if they come during the night.”

Nodding in agreement, Jessi used her binoculars to gaze into the compound. She couldn’t see where the slaves were being held but the vantage point that Anya had chosen gave them unparallel view of the courtyard. Slavers were starting to converge on the cooking fires where meat was being roasted over and it was then she spotted three naked woman behind hustled from one building across the courtyard by a white hair woman wearing a pink dress. She couldn’t make them out due to the distance and their backs facing them, but she could see their hair color perfectly; blonde, red, and brunette.

“I don’t think we made it in time,” she said softly. “Check out the courtyard.”

Following Jessi’s gaze, Anya looked down into the courtyard and felt her heart sink as she clearly saw the distinctive hairstyles of Moira and Lucy as they were prodded across the field and into another building. Then she saw two slavers coming out of another building with a headless body supported between the two of them which she suspected was the scheming Bannon judging by his clothes.

“Looks like someone lost their head while bargaining,” noted Jessi. “Now what do we do?”

That was a good question for Anya had no idea. Everything was on them reaching Paradise Falls before them so they could spring an ambush on them. Now with them already captives inside the compound with those collars attached to them she had no plan whatsoever of getting them out without their heads popping off. Paradise Falls was well defended with heavy weapons emplacements, minefields that lined the outside perimeter, and teeming with battle-grizzled, fearless slavers who had absolutely no qualms with the profitable business of slavery.

All and all, they could shrug off anything less than a full on assault.

That’s it, a full on assault. The Brotherhood of Steel, Anya suddenly thought to herself. They had the firepower and the tendency to assault Paradise Falls. And besides, they owed her a few favors for all the help she gave them over the past two years.

“Wake up, Kelsey, we’re leaving,” she said as she tossed her binoculars into her pack.

It took a moment for what she had said to register with Jessi. “We’re leaving, now, to go where?”

“To call in a debt,” she answered. “Let’s go, we got a ways to go and time is a wasting.”

Standing up, Jessi grabbed Anya’s arm as she tried to leave. “Anya, I wish I knew what you were feeling at this moment, I really do. And I respect the dedication and loyalty that you have towards your friends, but we just went five full days to get here with no sleep and hardly any food. We need to rest tonight.”

Shaking the teenager’s hand off her arm, she glared at the girl with venomous eyes. “Those are my friends down there, Jessi. Who knows what those slavers are going to do to them or even if they’re going to be there when we come back to free them. Every minute we waste is a chance they get closer to being sold.”

“Yeah, but how are you going to help them if you die of heat stroke in the wastes?” asked Jessi, who wasn’t going to back down. “You’re tried, you’re not thinking clearly. We barely got here as it is and now you want to go running off again? Look at Kelsey, she’s dead tired and she probably won’t make the journey if we don’t rest. You said you’re doing this for your friends, well god damnit I telling you this for mine.”

Jessi’s comment struck home and she could feel the older woman relaxing her arm. “I’m sorry, Jessi. Moira and Lucy has been the closest thing to a family I got left and seeing them in this situation, I can’t help but think it’s my fault.”

“Your fault, how do you think it’s your fault?”

Anya sighed. “Maybe later I’ll tell yea. But for now, as you said, we should get some food into us and some rest. Tomorrow we’ll head out for the Citadel.”

“The Citadel, what’s that?”

“The headquarters of the Lyons’ Pride of the Brotherhood of Steel, those armored ruffians that you and Kelsey like to call them. Maybe they can help us.”

“Why for a minute do you think those tin cans are going to help you?” she asked.

Anya smiled as she padded her hand on the teenager’s shoulder. “Because I’m one of them and they owe me a huge debt that I’m going to cash in on. That’s why.”
*******


The medically clinic was far from the best and extremely close to being the worse of them all in the Capital Wasteland. Build inside an old drug store; it housed only two tables with an assortment of leather straps, shackles, and binders attached to hold unwillingly slaves or wounded Slavers securely for examinations or treatment, two dividers and oxygen tank/intravenous stands, a tall cabinet that housed various supplies that looked like they’d been scavenged from an old hospital, and a rolling stainless steel table that held medical instruments that had seen better days.

Overhead, the illumination panels flickered off and on, bathing the medical clinic in a series of eerily, random shadows. Cracks in the ceiling above caused the wind to whip in dust from the outside, coating everything in a fine, thin layer of sentiment. Sitting at the only desk as Clover came in, shoving the three new arrivals into the chairs, was an older woman in her mid forties with short, snow swept hair who glanced up.

“New arrivals I take it?” she asked as she stood up.

“Unfortunately for them, yes, dear,” Clover replied in almost a purring tone of voice. “Standard medical examination as usual, no special bells and whistles just yet.”

The woman just nodded as she walked up next to Clover and stared at the new slaves. “Pretty, aren’t they? Haven’t seen girls in this caliber in, oh not sure how long but it’s been a while. Oh well I’ll take it from here.”

“Eulogy wants to know how long it’ll take.”

The older woman shrugged her shoulders as she grabbed the blonde hair woman. “Not sure, just come back in a few hours.”

“Have fun then, sweetie,” Clover said before taking her leave.

Struggling with the blonde, the woman had to literally pick her up and slam her onto the table, sending up a cloud of dust that hung over the room. Clamping the shackles tightly across her feet, she then had to pry the blonde hair woman’s legs open, having to lock them into secure restraints, following with the rest of her arms and waist.

“Damn, you’re a feisty one,” she commented as she wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead. “Hope you’re all not like her. Okay, I’m Cutter, I run the clinic here. I’ll be giving you all a thorough medical examination to make sure you don’t have some sort of nasty disease floating around inside your bodies or between your legs. I’ll also be checking to see if your pregnant, can’t have that with slaves like you. I guess we’ll start with the vaginal examination first and then work our way up.”

Rolling over the instrument table, Cutter stood in front of Lucy’s spread legs and inserted two of her fingers into her pussy. A gasp left Lucy’s mouth as Cutter spread her fingers in her vaginal cavity, opening her slit wider before pressing her fingers up against the lining. She then pressed her fingers deeper into her stomach while pressing her other hand on her pelvic region, pushing down on the lower abdomen. Pressing down on her uterus, ovaries, and fallopian tubes, she checked the organs to determine their size, shape and consistency as well to see if the woman exhibits any tenderness or pain. Satisfied, she withdrew her fingers and grabbed an instrument that looked like probe with a spoon.

Inserting it into Lucy’s pussy, the blonde hair woman jerked her hips suddenly as the cool metal rod entered her warm cunt. However unlike the finger examination that had an almost pleasurable sense to it, the instrument scrape along her interior walls, causing her to grit her teeth together to keep from screaming in pain. After what felt like eternity, Cutter withdrew the rod and gaze at the curved spoon-like portion.

Wiping a whitish residue from the stainless steel instrument, Cutter said, “Well, looks like someone had some fun with you.”

“Huh? What does that mean?” asked Lucy as she watched the older woman prep a syringe.

“What I meant was someone coated your interior with his semen,” she replied. “Got to clean you out before we get any surprises, like I said before, we can’t have you being pregnant.”

Hovering over her abdominal area, she plunged the needle without a second thought into her lower abdomen as Lucy grimaced from the sudden pain. Depressing the plunger, she removed the syringe and casually tossed it back onto the instrument table. A shearing pain stabbed deeply into Lucy’s stomach that caused her to let out a painful scream as her body jerked in the restraints. Cutter paid no attention to the screaming, crying, wiggling restraint woman as she casually walked over to a darken corner of the room and grabbed a bowl. Walking back she placed it on the table in between the blonde hair woman’s spread legs.

“What are you doing to her? Moira shouted as she jumped up and ran to her friend’s side.

But Cutter grabbed her wrist and flung her back away from the screaming, kicking woman. “You don’t move unless you’re told to move, slave. Do it again and see what happens to yea,” she said sternly.

Cherry reached up and pulled Moira back into her seat, holding onto her with both hands. “See means it. Don’t do anything stupid now, for all our sakes.”

But Moira shook off the woman’s embraced and glared at her as a tear ran down her cheek. “Don’t try and consul me. We wouldn’t be here in the first place if it weren’t for you and him.”

They watched in silence as Lucy continue to whither in pain on the table as the sadist doctor continue her examination of her as a stream of blood slowly leaked from Lucy’s pussy and into the bowl. After ten minutes since being injected, Lucy’s screams ceased as her body stopped withering in pain. Grabbing the bowl, Cutter walked calmly to the door, kicked it open, and flung the contents outside onto the dirt ground.

As she came back in, Moira again asked, “What did you do to her?”

Rolling her eyes as she flung the bowl onto the table, she turned to look at the petite slave. “If you must know all I did was introduce involuntary her menstrual cycle to flush out her uterus to insure that any fertilized egg that might have attached to the side had been purged from her body.”

Moira glanced at her now silent friend and then back to Cutter. “Are you saying you gave her an abortion?”

“No, I didn’t. This was just a precaution method since I found semen residue in her uterus from recent sexual activity. It doesn’t mean she was pregnant,” she explained as she undid the restraints from Lucy and unceremoniously pushed her off the table and onto the floor. Then Cutter smiled mischievously as she started towards Moira. “You’re next, curious one.”
*******


As Cutter had requested, Clover returned with Crimson to the clinic a few hours later just as she was wrapping up the examination on Cherry. Lucy had recovered from the results of the pre-introduced menstrual cycle and was sitting quietly in a darken corner, cradling an unconscious Moira in her lap.

“Well, are they clean?” asked Clover.

Pushing the instrument table away from the examination table, Cutter wiped her hands on her blood spattered, sweat soaked shirt as she nodded her head. “As clean as their going to get. Those two in the corner had to have their uterus flushed out from male sexual content within the last week so they might still be a little woozy. As for this one, no problems except for sexual content with a female or her masturbating in the same time frame as the other two.”

“Good. Eulogy wants them back at his place so he can judge their value.”

Cutter rolled her eyes as she went back to her desk. “I thought he wasn’t sampling the merchandise anymore?”

Crimson shrugged her shoulders as she pulled Lucy up to her feet with Moira still supported in her arms. “With Eulogy you never can be sure of anything. Come on, you three, you aren’t done just yet tonight.”

Hustling the three slaves across the compound, Clover and Crimson brought the three women back inside the building that Bannon had earlier met his demise in. Bringing them upstairs, they entered an adjacent room which Eulogy was standing by a horizontal metal post that stood about waist high, motioning them over towards it. His two bodyguards bent each girl over the railing individual, holding them in place as the slave master secured them in place with a pair of chain cuffs that was attached to the nearby wall and legs restraints that pulled their legs apart.

With the three slaves secured, Clover and Crimson brought out two buckets of water with soap and thorough washed the women’s ass and pelvic regions, taking special interest in their vaginas. Placing the buckets on either side of the railing, they stood silently as Eulogy approached the restraint slaves from behind, rubbing his hands gleefully together as he stared at their clean slits.

“Well now that we’re all comfortable, which one should I value first,” he said as he slapped Cherry’s ass. “I’ve always like redheads, found them to wild ones in the sack. However blondes weren’t that bad,” he remarked as he brushed his hand over Lucy’s love lips. “But you can’t be too sure about brunettes either, they can always surprise you. Hmmm, which shall be first, girls?”

Both Clover and Crimson just pointed to Cherry who started to struggle in her bonds.

“An excellent idea. Why have the main entrée first when you can have an appetizer instead.”

Kneeling down behind the Cherry, he took a deep breath of her aroma as he grabbed her hips. “Please, please, no, I’m not supposed to be slave, oh god no,” she whimpered as tears suddenly started to flow from her eyes.

Opening his mouth, Eulogy ran his tongue upward from the top portion of her slit to the tip of her sphincter. Her fear was causing her to be a bit too dry for his liking, so he motioned with his hand and Crimson took his place, running her own appendage up and down Cherry’s cunt until her love lips were glistening with pre-honey dew nectar. Turning, he flicked his tongue across her cunt, savoring every morsel that he found of her pre-nectar. He then plunge the tip of his appendage into her clitoral hood, seeking to coax the sensitive nub from its hiding place. Cherry’s cries started to mix with moans and Eulogy found the secret spot and tickled it with his taste buds.

As he continue his feast of Cherry’s privates, he motioned with his hand to the blonde and brunette, which Crimson and Clover quickly moved behind, kneeling down to start warming up the women’s pussies with their tongues for Eulogy’s tasting. Giving Cherry’s one last kiss, he moved on to Lucy’s as Crimson moved over to keep Cherry’s womanhood aroused. Unlike Cherry, Lucy didn’t whimper or start crying or pleading as he assault her pussy with his tongue, she just remained numb and unattached, her thoughts elsewhere. Moira, who was still unconscious, remained limp and unmoving during Eulogy’s taste of her cunt.

Giving Moira’s tunnel a quick kiss, he stood and nodded his head approvingly. “Well I must say that you three have kept those cunts of yours nice and healthy. But that was just a sample, now it’s time to see what you’re worth really is. Girls, if you please?”

Raising his hands off his sides, Clover and Crimson slowly undressed him. Then they dropped to their knees and started to stroke his manhood, sucking on it greedily between the two of them to bring it to its full monster length.
Pushing the two slave bodyguards off his member, he approached Cherry as Clover and Crimson scurried over to kneel on either side of the woman’s cunt. Grasping her thighs, he rubbed the head of his rod against her folds, causing her to cry and beg even more, only for her pleads to turn into a long wail as he slammed his hardened member into her womanhood. Lucy slowly turned her head to see Cherry’s eyes closed shut, tears flowing down her face as her body shook with each penetration from behind. It surprised her that she felt no pity whatsoever for the woman as her cunt was abused and raped by the head slaver and his two personal bodyguards. If it hadn’t been for her greed for money and a better lifestyle to toss in with Bannon then none of this would be happening to them.

Pulling out, Eulogy shuffled over to Lucy for her turn and so it went on, with Eulogy fucking all three of their cunts down the row and then alternating between them as Clover and Crimson either stroke and suck his member when he would allow them too or licking/fingering their pussies.

Finally, as he was fucking Moira who had finally come too and was now kicking and screaming as he railed her tight cunt, he gritted his teeth and said, “Ah, shit, here it comes girls.”

The exclamation caused Clover and Crimson to kneel off to his side, opening their mouths as he quicken his motion, driving his manhood in and out of Moira at a frantic pace that the petite woman just gasped for air between small little cries of pain. Groaning with one last effort, he pulled out and aimed the tip of his cock towards the eager faces of Clover and Crimson and shuttered as he exploded, shooting his heated semen into their waiting mouths or faces. Breathing heavily, he glanced at the row of bound slaves as his personal ones sucked ever bit of cum out of his dick before cleaning each other up with their tongues.

“I have to say, you all are worth your weight in caps. You’re all going to make me very rich,” he exclaimed before snapping his fingers. “Come, girls, let us continue our festivities downstairs and allow our new acquisitions some rest. They had a long and tiresome day after all.”

Grinning, Eulogy walked with Clover and Crimson on both his arms as he left the room, shutting off the lights while leaving the three women bounded to the post for the remainder of the evening.
*******


Located in what was once known as Arlington, Virginia, rising from the banks of the Potomac like an ancient castle of old was a five side shaped, four story tall monstrosity bristling with ramparts and towers equipped with automated defenses, weapon emplacements, and searchlights. The grounds surrounding the building were patrolled by troops equipped with advanced power armor and armed with the best firepower in the Capital Wasteland. This was the Citadel, headquarters of the Lyons’ Pride of the Brotherhood of Steel.

The ruling council of the Brotherhood of Steel, based in the Lost Hills bunker in South California, decided to send a contingent of soldiers to the East Coast, to recover any and all advanced technology from Washington, DC and to investigate the reports of super mutant activity in the area. The Pentagon, as they had feared, was largely destroyed. But its sub-levels remained intact, and contained enough pre-war technology and weaponry to keep Brotherhood forces going indefinitely once the defense robots were destroyed. But there was something else, as well; they found Liberty Prime, a technological marvel that, if restored, could help the Brotherhood rebuild a strength and reputation that had been declining steadily for years

The discovery was significant enough to earn Paladin Owyn Lyons a battlefield promotion to Elder, and a new directive from his superiors; to establish a new, permanent Brotherhood base in the Capital Wasteland, and continue the search for any other advanced technology hidden in the capital’s ruins. Lyons accepted his new post gladly, and founded the Citadel, built into and beneath the ruins of the Pentagon. It was a fortress the Brotherhood of Steel desperately needed, and one they rushed to fortify, thanks to their discovery of the Super Mutants menace and later, the Enclave.

The trip across the wasteland to the Citadel had taken three days, which had taken a lot longer than Anya hoped it would but fatigue from their previous none stop pursuit was still plaguing them and they had to stop periodically to rest. During the trip, she’d told her companions everything about her; growing up in Vault 101, her first steps into the Capital Wasteland for the search of her father, the pain and triumphant of her adventurous, her joining forces with the Brotherhood to thwart the sinister plans of President Eden, the battles against the Super Mutants, and the entire war with the Enclave. At first the two of them didn’t believe her that was until they reached the massive gates of the Citadel. Now they sat in the main meeting hall of the sub-level of A Ring waiting patiently for Elder Lyons’ decision after meeting with him for help in saving they’re friends.

As the door to the meeting room opened, Anya jumped to her feet with high hope in her heart as Elder Lyons, her daughter Sarah, and Scribe Rothchild entered the room. Elder Lyons looked to have aged a decade since she last seen him on the steps of Project Purity; the last remnants of his hair was gone from his now completely bald head, his once salt and paper beard was a sheet of solid white, and there were more caresses and wrinkles on his sun baked skin. Sarah, on the other hand didn’t seem to have changed too much; she still maintain her youthful complexion for being in her mid-twenties, but anyone could see the maturity in her beaming blue eyes and her blonde hair had darken somewhat to a dirty blonde almost light brownish color. And Rothchild looked just the same as the day Anya first met him.

Waving his hands to everyone to take a seat, Lyons clasped his hands on the table top in front of him. “I’ve have spoken of your request to Sarah and Rothchild concerning a possible strike on the slaver compound located at Paradise Falls. Although you know that we’ve been trying to decide what to do about them for some time now, we have come to the conclusion that the time isn’t right yet for an assault on them.”

It took Anya a few seconds to realize what Lyons was telling her. “Are you saying that you won’t help me in saving my friends?”

Sarah was the one who answered Anya’s question upon seeing the tension in her eyes. “We’re not denying that a coordinated assault on Paradise Falls isn’t warranted, but with the available assets at our disposal we would be hard press to field a force large enough to do the job efficiently and effectively the first time.”

“Liberty Prime was slated to lead the attack on the compound after we’ve dealt with the Enclave and the Super Mutant problem. But with its destruction during the war any assault plans were put on hold indefinite,” added Rothchild.

“The slavers will be dealt with in time, Anya, just not at the moment,” finished Lyons.

Anya still couldn’t believe what she was hearing from them. After all she’d done and sacrificed for the Brotherhood they were turning their backs on her? “I can’t believe I’m hearing this, well from you, Lyons and Rothchild yeah, but you Sarah? What happened to that gung-ho, let’s kick ass and not wait attitude of yours that help defeat the Enclave and Super Mutants?”

“I grew up, Anya,” replied Sarah softly.

“You have power armor, laser and plasma weaponry, heavy artillery, combat robots, drones, and Vertibirds. You can easily take or wipe out Paradise Falls without even breaking a sweat. No, no, I don’t understand why you won’t help me now. The Enclave is defeated, they’ve retreated from this area entirely, and the Super Mutant menace has been diminished with the destruction of Vault 87. How are you telling me you don’t have the available assets to strike Paradise Falls? What is more important that you’re holding back your forces?”

Sighing, Lyons rose from his chair and said, “It would best be wise to remember that you only hold the honorary rank of Knight, Anya, and that rank doesn’t make you privileged to know everything that the Brotherhood is doing.”

And with that Lyons and Rothchild left. Sarah started to leave the room, paused at the door, and then closed it in front of her as she turned to regard her friend. “Anya, my father does care about your situation, and if he could spare the needed assets to do so he would’ve done it. Nobody here has forgotten what you’ve done for us.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t help me now does it, Sarah,” replied Anya as she stood from her seat. “How would you feel if you were turned down by the very organization that your family sacrificed so much to help? I’m better off doing it myself.”

With that she pushed past Sarah, flung opened the door, and stalked to the stairwell with Jessi and Kelsey.

“Anya, wait,” called out Sarah.

When she didn’t stop, she let out a curse and hurried after her. Running out into the Bailey, she called her friend’s name again. This time she stopped and slowly turned back to face her and then it struck Sarah how much the wastes had taken a toll on her friend since the last time she’d seen her. Her eyes were now devoid of any joy, passion, youthfulness, and honor only to be replaced with sadness, loathing, bitterness, and hatred. It pained her to see the woman standing in front of her was a husk of the one she once knew, fought beside, and called a friend.

I can take care of myself, thank you. Those were her words when she’d first met Anya as her small group of reinforcements was about to reinforce the Brotherhood’s position at the GNR Radio Broadcast Building and comment that she shouldn’t be wondering downtown alone and thought of her as nothing more than a future Mutie snack. She’d been proven wrong about her during the battle, while far more experienced Brothers fell she hadn’t. It was the first time that she proven her youthful enthusiasm to take on the tougher challenges and wouldn’t be the last, maybe that’s why she liked her so much, she reminded her more of herself than anyone else. How that youthful enthusiastic nature could be replaced by a cold, hardened outlook of a wasteland mercenary, Sarah thought to herself. She’d lost too many friends to the wasteland over the years from battles, to injuries, to diseases; she wasn’t going to lose her best friend to an ill conceive plan to rescue her friends.

“Have you ever heard of the Trojan War?” asked Sarah.

“Please excuse me if I have no time to discuss mythology history lessons with you,” replied Anya as she turned away.

But Sarah was emboldened by her friend’s remark. “Then you know of the ruse of the great Trojan Horse,” she said as hurried around Anya and stopped her by grabbing her arm. “Hear me out, Anya, you have a Trojan Horse to get into Paradise Falls without firing a shot.”

“Okay, humor me,” Anya conceded. “Where is this Trojan Horse of mine?”

“Right here,” Sarah answered, reaching out to tap the slave collar still attached to Jessi’s neck. “Here is what I had in mind.”
*******


As they approached the entrance to Paradise Falls, Jessi was starting to wonder if this was really going to work. The plan that was conceived three days ago sounded simple in theory; Jessi and Kelsey would infiltrate the slavers’ compound by posing as a slave and slaver, once inside Jessi would be taken away to the holding pens where she would search for Lucy and Moira while Kelsey uploaded a virus into the slavers’ computer system thus disabling the slave collars’ explosive failsafe devices. Meanwhile Anya would navigate the suburban sewer system that ran underneath Paradise Falls, disabling all emplacement traps, and secure the exit for the escape.

Once both Lucy and Moira were located and the virus uploaded, Kelsey would cause a distraction while Anya, having found a way into the compound, would exit and open the slave pens. To keep the slavers from cutting their escape route off, two Sentry Bots that Sarah had ‘procured’ would pin down any slavers with suppressive fire at the front gate. Once they were all in the sewer tunnels below they would set off charges to collapse a portion of the tunnel behind them to seal their route from pursuit. Total time from the start of the incursion to escape should be no more than three hours at the max. Again, it all sounded plausible while planning and practicing it put putting it into reality was something entirely different. And as they drew closure to the front gate to Paradise Falls, Jessi was starting to wonder if it was going to work at all. If it didn’t, well the future wouldn’t be too bright for her as a slave.

“Hold it right there, where do you think you’re going?” the front gate guard said.

Kelsey tugged Jessi closer to her and said, “Got me a runaway. Just bringing her back in is all.”

“Hey, Grouse, you got anything on the tracker about a runaway being brought in?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” exclaimed Grouse as he came from around a hastily erected shed a bit in from the main gate. “What the fuck is this shit? I got nothing on any active collars outside the compound.”

Kelsey shrugged her shoulder but didn’t let go of Jessi’s arm. “Hey look, she had it on her when I found her.”

Stepping up to the teenager, he turned her head and scowled slightly when he saw the blinking red light meaning the collar was armed and active. “It’s an older model, that’s why, dipshit,” he stated. “Haven’t seen these things being used in nearly five years, where you find her again?”

“To the north,” answered Kelsey. “Look is she good or what. I’ve been walking for too fucking long with her and would finally like to just dump her ass and get a drink.”

Grouse waved his hands and said, “Yeah, yeah, whatever. I’ll let them know up ahead you’re good and to change out that collar.”

Maintaining her tight hold, Kelsey kept acting the part of a ‘don’t give a shit’ slaver until they were out of earshot. “Okay, just stay cool, do what they say, and don’t go flapping your mouth off so you can get into pens quicker. The sooner you find them, the less amount of time we have to stay here.”

“Yeah, well just make sure you get that virus uploaded so I don’t loss my head when it’s time to leave,” whispered Jessi.

Entering the main compound through another set of heavy metal doors located underneath an archway made up of derelict fusion cars and debris from the shopping center, they were met by another slaver sporting a dirty blonde Mohawk and a handlebar moustache.

“Well that sure is a nice piece of ass you pulled in,” he said, grabbing her arm. “I’ll take her from here.”

When she didn’t let go right away, he eyed her suspiciously as she suddenly dropped her hold on Jessi’s arm upon seeing his gaze. “Sorry, been holding onto for so long it must’ve become instinctive second nature.”

“You’ve been out in the wasteland too long, asshole,” he said. “Go see the boss for your cut. You do you remember where to go for that, right?”

Her reply to his question was a fist across his face. “Nobody calls me an asshole, fuckhead.”

The Mohawk Slaver staggered backwards a step from the blow, then touched the corner of his mouth with is hand, and snarled when it came away bloody. He came back towards Kelsey, sidestepping her follow up and landed one of his own squarely across her face, knocking her to the ground. He landed another blow as she tried to rise to her feet, and then kicked her in the stomach as Jessi stood silently off the side, unable to do anything except watch.

“That’s enough, Forty,” a voice shouted from behind.

Jessi glanced over her shoulder to see a dark skin man wearing the sharpest of outfits she’d ever seen before flanked by two women in pink dresses with slave collars attached around their necks approaching them. Hearing the command, Forty took a step back but continue to glare down at Kelsey as she slowly rose back to her wobbling feet.

Stopping, the well dressed man went toe to toe with Forty, staring into his eyes as if peering into the man’s soul. “How many times do I have to say to my blonde second in-command that there is no fighting before it gets through that thick skull of yours?”

“Sorry, Eulogy, but this-”

“I don’t give a shit why or how, Forty, you do this one more time and you’ll be finding yourself a target for practice. Get me?”

Jessi couldn’t believe it when the taller of the two men actually seem to coward from the other. “Sorry, Mr. Jones, it won’t happen again.”

“It better not. Now take this runaway over to Cutter’s for her medical examination.” He waited until the slaver had left with the pink hair girl before turning his attention to the other participant. “I don’t seem to recognize you from my usual crew. Who are you?”

Having recovered somewhat from the pounding she had taken, Kelsey replied, “I worked out up to the north with Digger’s crew.”

“Digger’s crew, you say? That’s strange for we haven’t heard from them in months.”

Kelsey nodded her head in agreement. “You haven’t is because their all dead is why. We ran into a patrol of those armored boy scouts and that fucking idiot Digger thought we could take them, if not alive then dead so we could salvage their armor and weapons. We didn’t see the goddamn Sentry Bot that was with them until it was too fucking late.”

The whole story was true to a certain degree; only that Brotherhood of Steel Knights and Sentry Bot was actually Anya and Charon who were coming back from a recovery mission way up in the hills to the north.

Folding his arms across his chest, Eulogy then asked, “If so then how did you survive?”

“How did you think I survived? I ran as fucking hard as I could when it turned into a massacre. I was just lucky they didn’t bother to come after me to finish me off.”

“So you ran away a coward, huh?”

“Yeah, I’m a coward, but a live one at that. Look, Mr. Jones, if you don’t want to pay me for that runaway as punishment for running away as a coward then that’s fine and dandy with me. All I want now is a drink and to get some sleep is all.”

For a minute not a single word was said as Eulogy looked her up and down. Finally as Kelsey was starting to wonder if he saw straight through the smoke screen story, he pointed a finger at her and said, “You heard my warning to Forty so I won’t repeat myself again and you’ll get twenty-five percent finder’s fee on the runaway.”

“Thank you, Mr. Jones,” she said but Eulogy and the two women had already turned and started to walk away as she said it.

Rubbing her aching abdomen she made her way across the compound and planted herself down on a curb before visually studying the interior of Paradise Falls. For the most part the compound was wide open with only a few mounds of concrete debris here and there from collapsed buildings. The alleyways between the remaining ones were effectively blocked with either fallen concrete slabs, erected fences, or piled up car hulks. To the north was a metal platform that overlooked the compound’s only gate were two heavily armed slavers kept a vigil on. To the south she could make out fences that boxed in three buildings which she guessed to be the slave pens. Next to that was another mound of debris and then another building that didn’t look to be serving any purpose. Behind her was the slavers’ barracks, bar, and a medical clinic and across the way were two stores and what she guessed to be Eulogy’s headquarters judging from the guards in front of it.

She let out a silent curse as she realized that it would be too dangerous to plant the explosive charges she had for the distraction until later on that night when she had the element of darkness to aid her. However if she did that and waited it would throw off the entire schedule for in and out in three but it was starting to shape up that it was going to be a longer stay then they’d anticipated. And she still had to find the main computer terminal to upload the virus in order for the rescue to succeed. All and all, it seemed that Jessi and Anya got the easier sides of the plan.
*******


“Would you hold still?” grunted Cutter as she tried to check Jessi’s teeth.

Strapped to the filthy examination table and devoid of her clothes, Jessi fought every one of the older woman’s pokes and prods on her body. She even went as far as trying to bite her when her hands got close enough to her mouth. Her struggles were starting to frustrate the slaver doctor as she grabbed one of her pony tails and yanked back on it, nearly tearing the hair strands from their roots, and shoved the dental mirror into her mouth as the girl screamed in pain. But her victory was short lived as the teenage girl’s teeth clamped down onto the metal handle and jerked her head, rippling the instrument from Cutter’s grip before spitting it out.

As the instrument landed on the floor with a metal clang, Cutter glared at the bonded girl. “If you weren’t so valuable I could slice your main arteries and bathe in your blood,” she exclaimed.

She meant for it to be a dire warning to the contumacious girl but as she walked around the examination table to retrieve the dental instrument, the teenager stuck her tongue out at her. Seething with anger as she picked up the mirror, Cutter was starting to wish that she could just activate the failsafe device on the teenager’s collar and listen to her horrified cries before it exploded, taking off her head in the process.

Grabbing her jaw, she forcibly moved her head to face her before trying to pry her mouth open again. She just had it about opened when the girl’s head suddenly lunge forward, her mouth wide open towards the slaver’s hand. Cutter howled in pain Jessi clamped down hard onto her wrist, biting deeply into the flesh. Punching her as hard as she could in the abdomen, Cutter jerked her hand away as Jessi’s jaw opened as she gasped for air.

“You fucking cunt,” she hollered as she stared at the bite marks which were deep enough to puncture the skin but not enough to draw blood. “I’ve had it with you. I don’t give a shit what Eulogy says time to teach you a lesson on obedience, slave girl.”

Quickly undoing the restraints, Cutter slammed her fist into the girl’s stomach to stun her before hauling her off the table and over to a pair of shackles bolted into the wall. Slamming her hard belly first, she secured the restraining devices around her wrist and left the room, leaving the teenager to struggle in the wall restraints. Hearing a door slammed, Jessi turned her head to see the older woman walking back towards her, this time with a coiled strand of leather held tightly in her hands.

Standing behind her a few feet back, Cutter flicked her wrist, uncoiling the strand and allowed herself to grin upon seeing the dread in the girl’s eyes. “Oh, what, you suddenly lost that feisty nature of yours, huh?”

Flicking her wrist, the whip cracked as it connected against Jessi’s ass checks. Her head jerked as her mouth opened to scream but nothing came out as her ass was struck again from the tough leather strand. As the pain diminished a full lung scream erupted from her opened mouth which was followed by another as the whip crack against her back this time.

“That’s right, you little cunt, scream for me,” Cutter growled as she sent the whip back across the girl’s ass cheeks. “That’s the thing about being the doctor here. I can do whatever I want and patch you right up again after words without Eulogy ever knowing.”

Jessi screamed in pain every time the whip connected against her back which was followed by a chuckle from the woman standing behind her. Tears started to stream down her face as her weaken legs caused her body to snake towards the floor. After the tenth time, Cutter rolled up the whip and tossed it into the corner before undoing the shackles on Jessi’s wrist. Dragging her limp body back to the examination table, Cutter lifted her and placed her back onto the table before fondling her small, perky tits roughly. Jessi whimpered painfully as Cutter stretched her fingernails over her soft skin and harden nipples.

“Don’t you pass out on me, bitch,” Cutter growled, pressing her right hand between the teenager’s thighs, rubbing her callous hand over the smooth pink folds of her womanhood. “We’re just getting started.”

Cutter stroked the girl’s pussy faster, her sun baked dry fingers massaging the opening of Jessi’s cunt as she squeezed and twisted her sensitive nubs on her breast. Jessi cried out in pain as Cutter abused the sensitive portions of her body as her crotch betrayed her as it burned with ecstasy, her legs trembling while honey dripped down between her firm buttocks

Cutter took her weight off of Jessi to roll her onto her belly. The slaver slid down to Jessi’s tight ass, running her hands over the girl’s abused and bleeding ass cheeks. Jessi let out an agonizing cry of mortification as Cutter shoved her face between her ass cheeks, her tongue brushing up and down her wet cunt. Jessi cried loudly, her fingernails scratching along the smooth metal surface of the table while her hips jerked, her ass bobbing up and down as Cutter slurped upon her pussy, drinking the stream of juices flowing from the teenager’s clenching vagina.

The older woman licked around the girl’s asshole as she thrust two fingers into the pink head’s glistening slit. Jessi screamed, trying to close her legs to try and force her head away from her cunt, but all Cutter had to do was slap a palm on the bleeding slashes on her ass to cease the girl’s struggles. Pussy honey coated Cutter’s digits while she pumped them deep into the slave’s warm cunt as the girl’s vagina sucked hungrily upon them. She probed Jessi’s sphincter with her tongue, writhed it inside the warm hole of the teenager’s rectum. Jessi shivered with misery as the older woman pushed deeper into her anus, her tongue slick and writhing. Cutter’s fingers continued to work, slipping in and out of Jessi’s pussy, spraying musky vaginal juices onto the table and over the teenage girl’s bare thighs. Cutter removed her tongue from younger girl’s asshole and placed it inside her pussy.

“What, no more fight left in you now, huh?” asked Cutter as he flipped Jessi onto her back.

Taking a moment, she undid the fasteners on her trousers and pulled them down around her ankles before jumping up onto the table above Jessi, squatted, and moved her crotch to present it over her panting face.

“Eat it,” she commanded. When Jessi didn’t open her mouth, she reached down and pried her mouth open and sat on younger girl’s face, grinding her cunt over her mouth and nose. “I said eat it, you fucking little cunt.”

Forced with either suffocating or eating out the slaver doctor, she began licking the older woman’s pussy as tears streamed down her face, running her wet tongue over the slaver’s engorged labia folds. Cutter moaned, fondling her own bare breasts through her shirt as she pressed her cunt over Jessi’s soft lips. Her tongue worked faster, flicking against Cutter’s sex, caressing her clitoris while the slaver shuddered in ecstasy. Jessi thrust her tongue into Cutter’s pussy, driving it up and deeper into the woman’s vagina.

The woman groaned, closing her eyes in bliss, thick dollops of cunt juice dripping onto Jessi’s young face. The teenager pressed her tongue over the woman’s throbbing clit, caressing her sleek, inner thighs, leaving trails of saliva to drip across her Caucasian skin. Cutter sat heavily upon Jessi’s face, her legs weakening as her orgasm grew within her. Jessi continued to work on Cutter’s pussy, her lips tugging on the petals of wet cunt flesh until she climaxed, gasping with her head thrown back and body arched while jolts of pure ecstasy raged within her body.

Rising slowly, Cutter pulled up her trousers and jumped to the floor. Jessi lay on the metal examination table, weak and crying, bare breasts and legs glistening with moisture as pain raked her entire body from the ordeal.

“Now let’s get you fixed up without any more problems,” Cutter announced as she start to rub an antiseptic cream on her open wounds.

Jessi complied with every one of her commands from there on out, just wanting to get away from the sadistic doctor as fast as possible.
*******


The compound wasn’t as dark as Kelsey was hoping for; in fact huge overhead lights that were spaced out evenly bathe the entire yard in a blanket of artificial light. To make matters worse it seemed that the slavers were more intone to drink away the night at the bar or sitting around the cooking fires than hitting the rack. Taking a seat by a table that was placed over by a tangle heap of burnt out, old Nuke Cola machines, machinery parts, and whatever else was metallic or just plain old junk; she’d studied the layout as much as possible, visually deciding where she was going to place the charges. That was, if she was going to get a chance.

All the tables around her were filled with other slavers conversing about their conquest and big scores as they hammered down bottle after bottle of various alcoholic drinks. She was also extremely worried about Jessi. Hours earlier she’d watched as her teenage friend was brought out of the clinic, her eyes redden and swollen always looking down at the ground as she hugged her arms across her chest. Something had happened inside the clinic, something bad if the spirited girl was acting that way, Kelsey had figured. But there was nothing she could do about it, everything was depended on her.

Finally after around midnight or so, a majority of the slavers had either headed off to the barracks or had drunk themselves into such a stupor that they passed out either in the chairs they sat upon or collapsed on the tables in front of them and the ground beneath them. She waited another hour to make sure the lease amount of slavers were awake before she rose and proceeded to plant the explosive charges. She’d chosen three spots that could do the most damage, create the most confusion, and bog down any response once they started their escape. One charge went into the pile of debris that she sat in front of, the second she placed by a stack of fusion cars, and the last, and trickiest, was the catwalk that was used by the guards to overlook the main entrance and whoever was there had the biggest amount of firepower. The others were easy, but to do the last one, she pretended to be drunk and went staggering up underneath the catwalk, dropped her trousers, and squatted to take a piss, acting totally oblivious to the three guards above her whistling and jeering at the spectacle.

Sauntering off, she kept up the pretense act until she was safely concealed behind the outcropping of an erected metal barricade. Taking a moment’s pause to hear if any of the three guards had decided to follow her in chance of getting a late night piece of her, Kelsey then made her way towards the cinema. Slipping in, she waited for her eyes to adjust to the near solid darkness inside the building before moving as quietly as she could across the main lobby. After failing to find a computer access terminal during the day, she’d concluded that it would be obvious for the head slaver to have the terminal in his pad, therefore maintaining full control over the slaves in Paradise Falls. The only problem was the building was heavily guarded during the day making it nearly impossible to sneak in, so she had to wait until the guards had dozed off before making her attempt. Of course by waiting until night she had to run the chance of being discovered by either Eulogy Jones or one of his smutty bodyguards.

Pressing up against the wall, she peered slowly around the corner to see in the dim, eerie green light that was given off by patches of fungus the three of them lying in the bed in the middle of the lobby. Both of the naked women were snuggled up to either side of the head slaver with some of his fingers still inserted in one of the woman’s vaginas. Off to side she could see the terminal, feeling a knot forming in her stomach when she saw the computer was on a table that was flushed up against the wall with the screen facing directly towards the bed.

Wishing now that she had a RobCo Stealth Boy 3001 she eased herself around the corner, making her way as slowly and quietly as she could over to the terminal. Feeling her heart pounding in her chest, she powered on the device and used her body to block as much of the light the screen gave off as possible. Bringing up the main command interference screen, Kelsey quietly tap the keys to begin overriding the main security codes to gain access to the key command function screen, all the while occasional glancing over her shoulder to the three slumbering forms. Finally after about a dozen tries she was able to hack into the system, slipping in the floppy disk she quickly accessed the main function screen and key the command to start uploading the virus.

Come, come, she thought to herself as she wiped a bead of sweat from her forehead as the progress bar slowly moved. Hearing a feminine sound, her entire body locked ridged and she stopped breathing all together. Slowly turning her head, Kelsey could see Crimson rolling on top of Eulogy, her hips raising a little as her hand fished for something between their two bodies. She then let out a soft moan as she moved her hand away while lowering her crotch onto the man’s and sighed as she laid her body completely on top of his. When neither of them continue move, Kelsey let out her breath and turned back to the screen, relieved to see the virus was completely uploaded.

Withdrawing the disk, she activated the virus and then shutdown the terminal. She waited until the screen had gone completely dark before making her way back to the building’s main entrance. Slipping out, she made her way to her vantage point that she could see the slave pens and waited for Jessi’s signal.
******


The slave pens of Paradise Falls were nothing more than the rundown ruins of three old convenience stores separated by chain link fences. The slaves were segregated by value with the less expansive being that of children and the highest being the most knowledgeable of high tech fields such as science, medicine, computers, robotics, and machinery or for females the most beautiful for the sex trade. In the middle was for those deemed to be good only for physical or menial labor tasks.

After experiencing her horrific ordeal at the hands of Cutter, Jessi was placed in the high value pen. Seeing no one on the outside of the pen, she slowly made her way to the door, wincing in pain with every step she took. Cutter had bandaged up her wounds as she said she would but she was wondering if she could’ve done a better job for her ass cheeks and back felt like they were on fire. Probably infected already, she thought to herself as she opened the door and stepped inside to an empty room that had mattresses strewn about. There were about half of a dozen women spread about the interior ranging in ages from slightly younger of her to late twenties by her estimates. All of them were by themselves with the exception of two women, a blonde and burnette, which were huddled next to each other.

Gritting her teeth as the pain threaten to overwhelm her, she made her way over and collapsed onto the mattress next to the two women. Taking a moment to catch her breath, she asked, “I take it you’re both Moira and Lucy?”

Hearing their names from the new arrival, both of them gave her a suspicious glance. “Is that supposed to make us your friend now? Go back to your boss and tell him again for the ten thousandth time we won’t help him,” Lucy spat.

Oh great, Jessi thought. “Look, I’m not a slaver and once I get my hands on my weapon that fucking sadistic bitch is the first one to get a round through the cranium if I get a chance. A mutual friend sent me to locate you.”

Moira snorted. “She would never send someone alone inside a place like this to rescue us?”

“Who said I was alone?” Jessi replied with a chuckle and then winced in pain again as she stood up. “Just get ready to run when you hear the explosions.”

Making her way back outside, she leaned up against the fence pole and waited for the first detonation. And wait. And wait. But no explosions came, no sirens, no confusion, nothing. When two slavers came with the slave’s evening meal, which was nothing more than a fowl smelling stew, she was still waiting at the fence post, but was now starting to get worried. The whole plan was only to last three hours and it had now been twice that long.

“Aw, what’s the matter, you want out for a good time, girlie?” the slaver on the right said, reemphasizing his remark by reaching into his trousers and wiping out his dick.

Jessi widen her eyes at its size as the other slaves started to come out of the buildings to receive their evening meal. “Oh my, that sure is a big one. Want me to suck it for yea?” she said as she knelt down.

The slaver took a few glances around and greedily hurried over to the chain link fence and stuck his member through the fencing. “Make it snappy, boss doesn’t like us touching the merchandise.”

Lucy and Moira came out just as the slaver was sticking his cock through the metal opening to the waiting hand of the newest arrival. They watched along with everyone else as she took his cock in one hand, gave it two long strokes, and then yanked on it as hard as she could, pulling it downward and then back out the other way two links down. The slaver cried out in pain as he fished his member out and hopped away from the fence.

Jessi made a kissing sound and smiled. “You’re right, that was a good time.”

Snarling, he went to kick over the bucket of food but was stopped by the other slaver. “The fuck you will. I’m not going to have Eulogy take it out of my ass for your stupidity. You better get the fuck out of here before Forty comes to find out what all the commotion is about.”

Glaring at the waving teenager, he shouted “Fucking, cunt bitch,” and took his leave.

Later on that evening after dinner, Lucy came outside to get some fresh air and saw that the pink hair teenager was still leaning up against the fence post, staring back up into the slaver’s compound.

Walking up to her, she stared as well but up into the star filled sky instead. “You know that was a stupid thing you did at dinner,” she said.

The girl shrugged her shoulders. “After the day I had I needed to unwind.”

“So you relax by causing bodily harm to others?”

“Spare me the lecture, Lucy, I’m not in the mood for it right now. I just want to get as far away from this place as possible now.”

Lucy broke her gaze from the stars and look at the teenage girl. “You’re serious about what you said early today?”

Jessi snorted but never broke her stare from the courtyard. “If I wasn’t you think I’d still be standing out here waiting?”

“You could be crazy?”

“That wouldn’t be a first.”

“Do you have a retort for everything I say?”

“Well that depends on your definition of a ‘retort’, Lucy.”

“God you’re the most frustrating of all teenagers I’ve ever known.”

That caused the girl to break her gaze from the courtyard behind and look back with a smile on her face. “Yeah, isn’t great? Since we’re having so much fun out here together, let’s get everyone to come outside and we’ll all sit in a big circle and tell jokes to one another.”

The sudden vile sarcastic reply was enough to shut Lucy up. When the blonde didn’t reply, Jessi returned her gaze back to the compound. Maybe she shouldn’t be too rough on her, after all she’d been here a lot longer than she had, Jessi silently decided to herself.

“I’m sorry for snapping at you,” she said. “I’m just worried about my friend.”

“You’re friend?”

Jessi nodded. “We posed as slave and slaver to infiltrate Paradise Falls. She had an altercation at the gate with some slaver named Forty and took a beating from him. We got separated after that and I haven’t seen her since. The plan that we devised was only to last three hours from time of incursion to escape, but as you tell it’s been a lot longer than three hours.”

“What plan?”

“The plan to get you and Moira out,” Jessi answered. “Your friend, Anya is waiting somewhere out there for the signal to come and blow these gates open. She’ll have the route out of here secured.”

Lucy’s head suddenly gazed out into the brightly lot courtyard. “She’s here? No, she can’t, they’ve been expecting that?”

Now it was Jessi’s turn to be confused. “What are you talking about? No one knows about this plan except us and that Brotherhood friend of hers.”

“No, you don’t understand, the contract for the three of us was meant only for her. They don’t want me and Moira, we’re just bait.”

“Who wants her?”

Lucy shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. When we first arrived here, Eulogy was said something about the contract for us being a third party and they wanted Anya more than us two. I overheard a few of the guards talking about some big customer arriving tomorrow to take me and Moira away.”

“Now you’re the crazy one, Lucy. Look, don’t go jumping to conclusions here and believe me when I say there is no grand scheme going on here. That bastard Eulogy just saying anything to lower the price so he could cash in bigger on by selling your asses a lot higher than what he paid for.”

“Then why did he kill Bannon when he refused to deal?”

“His asking price was too high and didn’t want to compromise. Look if all they wanted was Anya this whole time then why draw you two in when they could just concentrate their efforts on capturing only her?”

That did make sense to Lucy. Maybe she was wrong; maybe she was just being paranoid. “I just hope your friend is all right,” she said then she noticed the back of her shirt was stain a crimson hue. “You’re bleeding!”

“What? Oh yeah, that sadistic bitch had a bit of fun with me back there in the clinic.”

Carefully pulling her shirt away, she apologized as she saw the teenager wince in pain and gasped as she appeared at the torn skin and deep lacerations across her back. She followed them down and pulled the back of her trousers away to see more on her ass, all of which were redden and bleeding.

“We got to get these cleaned and redressed,” she said, grabbing the girl’s hand. “At least that’s the only good thing these bastards do is giving us enough purified water to drink. As for bandages we’ll have to make do with what we got.”

“I’m fine,” stated Jessi, trying to shrug off Lucy’s hold.

But the blonde woman turned around and placed her hand against her forehead. “No you’re not. You got a fever, shit some of those must be infected already. We got to get them cleaned out if we want to control the spread of infection or you aren’t going to be use to anyone during this escape.”
*******


A sudden kick to her feet caused Kelsey to awake with a sudden start. Blinking her eyes to adjust to the bright sunlight, she glanced up to see Forty glaring down at her.

“What the fuck are you doing, Scab? No sleeping on the job, get up,” he said.

Shaking her head, she rose from her chair and glanced around to see a lot more slavers in the courtyard then there was yesterday, all of them were heavily armed and equipped as if readying for a fight.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

“Contractor for those two book girls, that’s what. Took their sweet ass time getting here although,” comment Forty.

Buyer? Book Girls? Oh no, she thought as she glanced back towards the slave pens and still didn’t see Jessi. Where the hell was she? Turning back around and saw Eulogy and his two bodyguards heading up to the compound’s gate.

“Go help Carolina get those two book whores and bring them up here.”

Falling behind the other woman, Kelsey kept her eyes on the slave pens, her hand dropping into her pocket to grip the detonator, searching for any sight of her friend. Come on, Jessi, where are you?
******


Jessi’s eyes snapped open as she heard the commotion around her. She fought through the nauseous haze that threatened to cause her to hurl whatever remained in her stomach of last night’s dinner. Sweat poured down her face as she moved herself into a seated position on the mattress and cringe with pain.

“What’s going on?” she asked through ragged breaths.

The redhead, Cherry, who was staring out the open door said, “Not sure but two guards are coming towards the pens.”

“What time is it?”

“Little past noon,” Lucy replied. “The buyer must be here for me and Moira.”

Jessi eyes snapped opened. Oh shit, oh shit, she thought as she ignored the pain shooting through her body as she stood. “Lucy, get everyone ready,” she exclaimed as she staggered towards the door.

Please be there, Kelsey, please, she thought as she stepped out of the building into the sun lit slave pen exterior.
*******


Kelsey’s heart skipped a beat as saw Jessi looking even worse than she last saw stepping out into the furthest slave pen’s yard. Looking eyes with her friend, she saw her head nod once before ducking back inside. Pulling her hand out of her pocket that held the detonator, she dropped her other hand to her side and draw her sidearm as she flicked the toggle switch to arm the explosive charges. Without saying a word, she pointed the weapon at the base of the slaver’s skull and pulled the trigger, sending the female slaver sprawling to the ground in a storm of crimson rain. Hearing a shout of warning from behind, she took off at a dead sprint towards the slave pens, her thumb smashing down on the detonator’s trigger.
*******


The loud explosions that rocked the building caused Anya’s eyes to fling open as she went from being sound asleep to wide awake in a matter of seconds. She had spent a long day making her way through the underground septic sewer system of Paradise Falls, marking a safe path that would lead everyone to safety outside the walls of the compound once the escape was started. She was even fortunate enough to find a drainage ditch grate into an abandon building that use to be a public restroom to bid her time and wait for the signal that would mark the beginning of the final phase of their plan.

Readying the weapons she had brought, she took a deep breath and waited for the signal that never came. By nightfall she was getting so worried about Jessi and Kelsey that she was ready to abandon the plan all together and storm out into the compound to find and free all of her friends, but her rationale thinking won out as she remembered Sarah’s warning about acting hastily without a plan. And so she remained hidden, waiting through the night for the signal and had finally succumbed to exhaustion while still wondering what had gone wrong.

But nothing had gone wrong; the explosives had been detonated marking the signal. Jumping to her feet, weapons rattling from her body that she had slung on her back, she flung opened the door and stepped out into a scene of dust and falling debris. Through the haze, she could see Kelsey running, pointing to the fences directly in front of her. Without hesitating, Anya took off in a dead sprint, letting her rifle dangle in front of her as she pulled out small explosive charges from her combat vest pouch. Waving at the slaves that had come outside to see what all the commotion was to get back inside, she slapped the sticky backs of the explosives to the faces of the locks on each gate. Finishing with the last one, she yanked out the detonator, thumbed the switch, and was rewarded with three muffled puffs that blew gaping holes through the fence locks.

Tossing Kelsey her rifle as she ran past, Anya proceeded to run back down the row of pens, kicking open each gate and yelling at the slaves to come out, pointing to the restroom’s wide open doorway that she had just exited. Grabbing a radio from another pouch, she keyed the mike and shouted into its transmitter.

“SB-6934 and SB-7417, activation code Sierra Lima Foxtrot Fife Fife Alpha Two Niner, commence Program Omega Actual. Confirm confirmation.”

Two mechanical voices replied back in unison and four more explosions could be heard in the near distance followed by the rapid repeating sounds of automatic chain guns. By now some of the slaves were realizing what was happening were now running as fast as they could to where Anya and Kelsey were pointing. Anya caught her breath as Jessi came out of the building, her complexion completely pale and sweat pouring down her face, but full of resolve as she clapped her hands together. Slinging the rifle off her shoulder, Anya tossed the weapon into her waiting hands, and received a nod as the teenager took up position to cover the withdrawal.

A few sharp cracks could be heard and Anya instinctively ducked as the sharp crack of a bullet passing too close to her rang in her ears. Taking cover, they started to return the slavers’ fire that had recovered from the distraction and were now trying to storm down towards the slave pens. Drawing a bead, Anya dropped a slaver who tried to break from cover and make it further down towards the pens and then draw her attention to another who was shouldering a missile launcher and sent him sprawling to the ground with a round in his forehead. Pulling a pin, Kelsey tossed a grenade over a waist high pile of wreckage and was rewarded by two shredded bodies that were tossed in different directions when it exploded.

A slave that was running by Anya suddenly spun around, half his head blown off. “Sniper,” Anya shouted.

Hearing the warning, Jessi’s eyes scanned the building tops and fired off three quick shots that sent another slaver backwards. While Anya, Kelsey, and Jessi were engaging the slavers in a fierce firefight, Moira and Lucy helped guide the slaves towards the escape hatch.

Glancing back into the building, Lucy saw Cherry still sitting on a mattress. The woman looked at Lucy with a pleading look, tears streaming down her face. Lucy had half a thought to just leave her there to rot after everything she’d put her friends’ through, but she didn’t believe in slavery no matter who it was.

“Get out of here,” she said.

Cherry’s eyes brighten upon hearing Lucy’s words. “You mean it? You’re not going to kill me?”

“Me, no, but I can’t vouch for Anya. Now get out here and I never want to see you again.”

The woman could hardly contain herself as she jumped to her feet and ran towards the door, taking a moment’s pause to hug Lucy, before running out. Stepping back outside she could see that even although they were taken horrendous casualties, the slavers were making steady progress towards the pens. A grenade landed next to Jessi, who let out a curse as she grabbed the explosive device and flung it back the way it came.

Releasing an empty magazine from her rifle, Jessi slapped in a new one and shouted to be heard over the gunfire, “Running low!”

“We got to go,” shouted Kelsey.

Anya nodded and waved to Lucy. “Come on, you’re the last one. Fall back by one, covering fire by pairs. Move!”

Jessi was the first, darting from cover as she fell back towards the restroom. “Set,” she screamed as she returned fire for Kelsey.

Darting from cover, she hustled over to a small pile of rubble and shouted, “Anya move!”

“Damn it, Lucy, go I’ll cover you,” yelled Anya.

Nodding her head, Lucy broke from cover as Anya rose from her cover, backpedaling as she fired at the advancing slavers. Lucy turned the corner and for a brief second was in Anya’s line of fire, blocking her from the slaver’s fire. She started to yell a warning when her friend’s whole body suddenly jerked, her eyes snapping wide open. Time seemed to almost slow to a crawl for Anya as she watched Lucy slowly drop to her knees, her head waved slightly as she locked gazes with her friend. She mouth ‘run’ before her eyes fluttered up into her head as her body slumped over onto the ground, unmoving.

It felt like her chest was about to collapse as she watched Lucy fall to the ground, not feeling the few tears that had started to run down her cheeks as her lips started to tremble. She screamed out her friend’s name as she started towards her, firing madly, only to be tackled by Kelsey from behind and pulled backwards towards the restroom. She thrashed wildly in Kelsey’s arms, screaming out for Lucy as she empty her rifle at the slavers, throwing it uselessly to the ground. Her mind wasn’t registering that Kelsey was yelling to leave her, that she was already gone. Pulling out her sidearm, she drained the entire clip at an advancing slaver, dropping him to the ground before throwing it at towards another slaver as she cried loudly.

Shoving her behind her to Jessi, who was blocking Moira from running out to aid Lucy, the teenager grabbed Anya and pushed her into the restroom as Kelsey dropped two more slavers before falling back. Just before she was pushed into the restroom, Anya caught a fleeting glimpse of a man in the far distance lowering a rifle from his shoulder. Even as grief stricken as she was upon losing her best friend, she was even more so when she recognized the man. The man whose life she spared so long ago. A face she thought she would never again see.

The man who just killed her friend was Augustus Autumn.