Susan's Paradise

It was a long night in Paradise Falls both when she first arrived and 'slept' in the barracks and her fist night as a slave. The teenage Susan was concerned someone was going to try something overnight while the slave girl imagined all the things that might happen to her the next day. She had to shut her mind to it, think of better times.

When the slave woke she found Arkansas already gone and a slender black woman stood over her.

“Get up slave. My brother requests the pleasure of your company.”
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“Wake up,” Jayne spoke. “Early bird catches the slave.”

She hadn't been asleep, or not fully asleep anyway. Flashes of dreams would cross her mind but she never lost awareness of her surroundings.

Within five minutes of waking, young Susan was up and waiting for Jayne at the Paradise falls gate, snacking on something they call an Iguana stick while the slave found herself in Eulogy's private back room on her knees, waiting for hit to arrive. She learned the woman who bought her in called herself Luscious and was indeed Eulogy's brother.

Sure enough, Eulogy arrived in is signature red outfit.

“Hello, my dear, I trust you slept well?” he asked sitting down in front of her.

“Yes master,” Slave Susan answered.

“Good. You got a long day ahead. Turns out quite a lot of people want to have go at you and tonight they're going to get their wish. I'm charging fifty caps for ten minutes with you starting at five and you'll pleased to know you're pretty much fully booked 'till midnight. Before that I want you in one of my cages, showing your wares and if someone asks you to dance, you dance. Do you understand?”

“Yes master.”

“We'll see if Grouse gets his eye or not depending on your performance today. If you do well, you get to keep all your limbs and organs. If not, we'll see about selling you off piece by piece. And that doesn't mean some of you won't still be alive. Do you understand?”

“Yes master.”

“Good,” Eulogy smiles. “Now, I remember Jayne used to tell me your mouth was legendary and he wasn't talking about your conversational skills,” He unzips his trousers. “Care to show me what he was on about?”

Be somewhere else, she thought to herself as she opened her mouth, be somewhere else as she moved her head closer to his crotch, be somewhere else as she placed her hands on his legs.
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The young Susan and Jayne had left sight of Paradise Falls and headed West. Jayne had told his apprentice everything he knew about capturing slaves and that it was not the only thing they did in the wastes. There was plenty of profit to be made hunting as well. If they were happen to come across Supermutants or anything else like that, you could always salvage and sell what they had. But if she saw anything like a deathclaw, then run.

“What's a dead claw?”

He laughed at that.

“Trust me, you'd know if it you saw it.”

“So, where we headed?”

“A honey trap,” Jayne said. “I set them up sometimes. Turn an old building into a nice place to stay, often close to well travelled routes. Make it well fortified and stocked. Try to have some desirable heavy objects there to make it less tempting to simply loot. It doesn't always work and you have to be smart about where you place them, but if you get it just right.”

Jayne got something out of his backpack, some kind of electronic gear. He looked it it.

“One of them went off a few nights ago and is still active. This device tells me if any of my traps are occupied. Unfortunately I can't tell by who. Could be raiders, mercs, supermutants, even innocents or traders. Either way, it should be worth the trip.”

“If it's well fortified how do we get to them?”

“Did I mention the part of it being a trap? On my command,” he taps his device. “A gas is released that knocks the slaves unconscious for a few minutes. The effects aren't lasting but it's long enough to get in, rob them and slap slave collars on everyone's necks.”

They approached an area with quite a few one level buildings in front of them, old houses from the old world. They stopped in front of one of them, windows all boarded up but the door looked accessible.

“This is it,” Jayne said quietly. “There are three people in there. Remember, if they're ghoul or supermutant they won't be effected by the gas and we'd have a fight on our hands.”

She nodded.

“You ready?”

“Yes,” she whispered excitedly.

“Gun out. Aim it at the door.”

She readied her riffle and aimed. Jayne presses the button. A few thuds could be heard from inside. A few moments later, Jayne nodded.

“Okay, let's go in.”

There were three people lying on the ground of the main room. A woman, a man and younger boy, probably around fifteen years of age.

Jayne watched as Susan placed the first collar around the childs neck and locked it shut, before moving on to the man and then the woman, careful not to wake them. She turned to face Jayne and he nodded with approval.

She riffled through their pockets, none awake yet. The man had a gun, and some ammo, which he took off him. Both, him and the woman also had a sack full of bottle caps which she also took. Other than that it was just the clothes on their backs.

Jayne was busy resetting his trap when the boy stirred. He seemed confused. Susan approached him and seemed to comfort him.

“What happened?” He asked groggily.

“It's alright, it's alright, everything's going to be fine,” she told him in a reassuring voice.

“What happened?” he asks again. “Who are you?”

“Gas knocked you out but it's gone now,” she said continuing to try and reassure him.

He reached for the object around his neck.

“What's this?” he asked still confused.

Still in a quiet, reassuring voice she said “That would be your slave collar.”

“Slave collar?” he asked and suddenly became less drowsy. “I'm a slave!!”

“Yes,” Susan said in whispered enthusiasm. “And I'm sure you'd make a very good one.”

“Well, you don't always get you want,” Susan smirked.

The woman woke, and her scream woke the man. There was a little bit of confusion and anger from the three which ended with a simultaneous electric shock from their collars.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” Jayne stated loudly after allowing a few minutes for the three to get their heads together. “You are all guilty of trespass on private property, the punishment of which is slavery. Be well behaved and you will be well treated. Obedience is life. That should be your motto now. We leave in a few minutes. Well behaved means you get to keep the clothes your wearing for the journey, be able to eat and drink on the way and talk amongst yourselves if you do so quietly. Are we understood?”

They all nodded.

“What I want to hear from you is 'yes master'.”

“Yes master,” they all said and Jayne smiled.

Within five minutes the five of them had left the house and on their way back to paradise falls, the honey trap reset.

“You did get good,” Jayne critiqued within earshot of the slaves walking ahead of them. “I like your gentle gentle approach. Has a kinda mean streak to it but you must remember to exert your authority. Put the fear of god in them. And if you don't mind me asking, why did you collar the kid first?”

“I figured it was a family group and thought the parents would be less likely to resist if it caused their sons head to explode.”

“Good thinking,” Jayne commented. “You'll do well here. Now, watch and learn.”

Jayne sped up and walked next to the woman who was the last of the single file group.

“Slave,” he addressed your. “You realize I own you now?”

“Yes master,” she replied nervously.

“Body and soul?”

She trembled and then replied, “Yes Master.”

“And your memory. I own all that you know and all your skills. Correct?”

“Yes master.”

“And if you do not obey, I will shock your son before I shock you.”

“I will obey master,” she cried.

“Good. Now you can start by telling me where you come from and where you were headed when you invaded my home.”

She didn't answer right away.

“You remember what I said about owning you and the whole shocking your son thing?”

“I...we came from a small settlement up North near the commonwealth. We were headed to a place called Rivet city.”

“How many were in your group. I find it hard to believe it was just you three on such a long trip.”

“No, there was about two dozen of us though five were killed before we split up. Derrick decided we'd be better off at that house, seeing it was well stocked and everything.”

“Well then, you have him to thank for your new life as a slave,” Jayne said. “Do you know the route your people were taking to Rivet? Were they going via the wastelands or the ruins do you know?”

“The ruins I think,” she told them. “They think they'll be better protected there than in the open.”

“So they're not even taking the old subway routes?”

She shook her head.

“In that case you also have your husband to thank for saving your life. If they weren't picked off by other slaving parties or raiders then odds are good they're in the bellys of super mutants right now. They pretty much run the ruins. Better to live as a slave than be chow for super mutant's correct?”

“Yes master,” she replied.

It took over two hours to get back to Paradise Falls with the three slaves in tow, during which Susan shocked the boy when his father asked for some water. They didn't ask for anything else for the rest of the trip.

They had ran into another Supermutant patrol of three. While the slaves crouched and tried hard not to get noticed, Susan impressed her fellow slaver with a few impressive hand to hand combat moves, which allowed her to get into a better position to shoot two of them at point at point blank ranger.

She explained to Jayne after the fight as they continued their journey that in Lamplight she did a lot of self training from books on defensive moves in preparation to leaving the settlement. The bigger they are she tells him, the better it works.

Susan guided them to the pens, looking out for Anna. She wasn't there. Jayne had went off and reported to Arkansas but Susan felt more confident around Paradise falls now and she knew exactly where to look to her old friend.

Eulogy Jones was in Lock and Load as expected, looking over some papers before seeing Susan walk in.

“Well, if it isn't our newest recruit. How's life in the falls treating you?”

“Life is good,” Susan smiled. “And you?”

“Mighty fine,” Eulogy replied. “That slave you bought in yesterday was … quite satisfying.”

“Where's she now?” Susan asked trying to be as nonchalant as possible.

“Fifteen year old girl in a place full of immoral unrestrained men. What do you think she's up to right now?”

Susan smiled. “She always complained about not getting any back in Lamplight.”

“Well, she sure is making up for lost time now. And how about you. Care for a go with the master?”

“No thanks,” Susan replied. “I've got other plans.”
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It had taken Eulogy twenty years, but he had finally gotten his wish. Susan dutifully swallowed the last of his seaman down and then, without being asked, proceeded to use her tongue to clean her master off.

“God damn woman,” Eulogy laughed. “That Jayne never lied. Your talents were wasted on the other side of those pens. It's a shame Grouse lost that fight all those years ago.”

“Yes, master,” the slave answered, returning to her initial kneeling position.

“Now, I've set up a cage for you in my main chamber. I want you to dance and promote your wears. Remember, the real show starts five.”

“Yes master.”

Susan got up and walked to the main chamber of Eulogy's pad, and sure enough, against the wall near the bed was an open cage. She stepped inside and closed the gates door behind her. She wasn't sure of the time but knew it was still morning. That meant at least five hours in the cage dancing for all to see.

She began in earnest.

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“I'm putting together a crew of five,” a large black man announced at the Paradise Falls bar. “There's a Raider camp not to far from here, and I'm going to hit it. Jacko's already with me, so I need three more.”

There were no immediate takers. Susan looked around the open air bar and no one there seemed interested. Susan thought about raising her hand but instead announced.

“I'll go.”

The man looked at her, there was a moment of silence and then he just laughed. A few others followed suit.

“You. Your Jayne's new girl aren't you?”

“I ain't nobodies girl,” Susan snapped standing up. “He recruited me but I'm own woman.”

“If you say so little girl. We've just been placing bets on how long it takes for Jayne to put a collar on you. Jacko thinks you'll be in the pens by nightfall but I think you might just last the week.”

“Is that so,” Susan said, showing no sign of weakness as she approached him.

“Yeah. And besides all that, your a little wet between the ears for this mission. We're going up against raiders not children or their weak-ass parents.”

Susan made a decision having learned a lot from the brief conversation. New girl. Had Jayne done this before. Is fucking a girl who thinks she's free more fun than someone who knows she's a slave. Does he do this a lot, 'recruit' women. She was not going to be another victim. Not that night, not that week. If she was to be be enslaved, it would be on her terms.

The young Susan Lancaster slipped slipped one of the slave collars from her belt and threw it at the mans feet before looking him square in the eye.

“I'll make you a deal fuck head. If you're able to get me on my back in the next two minutes, no weapons and I'll let you put that collar around my neck. If you can't, and I get you on yours, I'm on the mission.”

He gives off a laugh, and then a moments silence followed by the word “Deal.”

The man moved almost as soon as he said it. Swiftly he had closed the gap between them and goes to punch her in the head, but where once there was a face, there was only air. She was already behind him as he stumbled into nothingness. It didn't take much for Susan to make him loose his footing all together and fall to the floor.

Everyone around them laughed and Susan smiled. This was easier than she thought.

“That was no fun,” Susan spoke trying to show an air of confidence. She needed people to like her, respect her and maybe even fear her if she was going to survive here. “I tell you what. I'll modify the deal. You got to knock me down once. I got to knock you down three times. I've already done one.”

The man on the ground was furious. He did not take kindly to being humiliated like this.

“Deal,” the man said angrily, having quickly picked himself up and charged at the girl.

Susan crouched just at the right moment, grabbed the heavy, well built man as he was in range and allowed his momentum to do most of the work. His face was in the dirt once again.

“Let's not count that one,” Susan said wanting to get the man angrier still. People were easier to deal with when angry. “I mean you were barely up that time.”

The man got up slower this time and pulled a knife from his boots.

“I'm going to cut you bitch.”

“What did we say about no weapons,” she asked in a mocking tone.

Before he knew it, he found himself without the knife and on the floor again.

“One more,” Susan said, keeping score, tossing the knife away.

The man was slower in attacking this time. There was a determined look on his face and Susan had no doubt that if he was able to get her on her back then the knife would come shortly after the collar.

Susan focused her attention on him and he her. It had turned into a staring competition, each waiting for the other to make the first move.

It was the man. He drew her attention away with a feigned kick before bringing his fist down hard into her face. She stumbled, almost lost balance, but instead of trying to reacquire her previous footing and position she went with the flow and found herself to the left of her opponent. He was able to strike her again, this time just below the neck with his elbow. She stumbled back and then regained control and twisted herself behind him. She got him when he tried to turn, pulling the leg still grounded towards her. He fell once again onto his face.

Susan stood upright and waited for the man to do the same.

Calmer than during the fight he looked at her with new respect and nodded.

“You're right. You're nobodies girl,” he told her. “You're on the team.”
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“I would have killed you, you know.”

Grouse was speaking to her. How long he had been there Susan didn't know. She was dancing as seductively as she knew how to the music around her trying not to think of the environment around her or the heavy weight around her neck.

“I know,” Susan replied.

“It would have been a mistake,” Grouse said.

“You would have still had your eye,” Susan said, still dancing.

“Yeah well, I'll make you pay for that tonight,” Grouse answered. “I've booked you for a full hour.”

“Looking forward to it,” Susan lied.

He was about to leave then turned and added “I would also like to thank you for letting me live when you escaped. I know I wasn't fully appreciative of it at the time.”

“Not a problem,” she replied not liking the smirk in his tone.

“You should know. It was my idea to hire the vault dweller to capture you. If it weren't for me she'd never have started work here and you'd probably still be living comfortably at Tenpenny's.

In the years since leaving Paradise Falls had never regretted not killing Grouse that day more. Of course, she couldn't say that.

“Lucky me.”

Many came to her cage to gloat as she danced away trying to keep up her energy, and Grouse stayed for much of that time watching her move and drawing attention to her if she stopped dancing. By the time she was let out of her cage at ten to five in the afternoon, she was already exhausted.

A woman, scantly dressed released her and brought her into a small back room, which Susan recognised as the old women's toilets featuring four cubicles and sinks. Centred in the room was a relatively nice looking four poster bed with chains attached to each of the posts.

“Welcome to your office,” the woman said with a snide smile and threw her onto the bed. “Your first client will be along shortly.”

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Authors note: I could use a few comments, some reviews. They don't have to be positive, just constructive. This is my first story posted on the site and am interested on what people think about the writing style, story and what people would like to see more/less off. The story is planned out, an ending in place but how I get there and what I focus on is still in flux. The next chapter should be along in a few days and is to be much more brutal than anything I've done in the story so far.