Susan's Paradise

Authors Note 1: A word of warning that this Chapter is a little bit more brutal than previous chapters.
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Two days ago she had been safe and sound in the community of children known as little lamplight. Things had not been perfect there, particularly for young Susan Lancaster but at least she was safe. It was her sixteenth birthday though and like all who turned sixteen, she was exiled from the town. A little training, a hunting riffle with some ammo and a weeks worth of rations was all your left with. Well, that and the party hat. Some party. Her best friend Anna had volunteered to leave to Big Town with her. It was understandable really, Anna having a rougher time of it than Susan and relied on the older girl for protection. Susan wanted to be alone though and betrayed the closest thing she ever had to a friend. And now, she was alone.

Lying flat on her back in the big open space of the wasteland, her riffle just out of reach. Blood was trickling down through the armour of her feet, spilling onto the floor where she lay, and the unusually strong, pre dusk sun was doing a good job of roasting her.

She cried out in agony.
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He was a big man, the first man to come through the door. You don't generally see overweight people in the wastelands. She understood it used to be common place but gluttony these days is often punished by the accumulation of radiation that comes with the food. Twenty years since leaving lamplight she had only seen three or four people she could call overweight and they were all dying of radiation sickness. This man though looked like it didn't bother him so much.

White, bald with a thick beard and moustache Susan didn't recognise him. Why would he be interested in her when there were so many other, probably cheaper slaves to enjoy.

He was already undressed, except for his underwear and what he had on didn't leave much to the imagination. The bulge in his underpants were growing, and as he slid them down, approaching the bed, it flung out.

The man didn't even speak. He didn't gloat, ask or order. It was as if he was preparing to fuck an inanimate object. He climbed on to the bed and on top of her, and lowered himself down.
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Her cries could be heard for miles and as she continued to do so she couldn't help but think of that line from that old book she found in lamplight.

When the fox hears the rabbit scream he comes a-runnin'... but not to help.

Sure enough after five minutes of crying out she heard footsteps approach. Eight people she figured, with heavy, unhurried steps. Probably thick with armour. From her vantage point she couldn't see them but only hoped they weren't supermutants.

“Please... help,” she cried softly.

There was laughter, followed by voices.

“Oh she is a pretty one,” One said.

“And there was me worried we wouldn't have anything to do,” spoke anothere.

“Doesn't look like she'd have the use of her legs though,” a third man said and now she could she shadows bearing over her.

“I don't care,” the first one answered. “As long as they open.”

A man, tattoo all over his faces peered down at her, his face just under an arms length away from hers.

“Hello little girl,” he said. “We're going to have some fun, you and I.”
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The obese man awkwardly inserted himself into her and began pumping away. He didn't speak, didn't look at her and Susan, at eye level with his neck was too weak to do anything but lie there and take it. It hurt, every time the man thrusted and she felt like she was being crushed by his weight but she was beyond caring. Her mind repeated what was quickly becoming her motto. Be somewhere else.
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The seemingly helpless girl took him by surprise and the way his eyes widened at the realization of what just happened as he heard the click around his neck... priceless. His neck was unprotected, and she was quick to have slapped a slave collar around it and lock it into place.

“You're mine now, bitch,” she said with a wry smile, and threw him to the floor as she got up.

Her hapless friends took a moment to realize what was going on and before they did two more were on the floor, uncollared though. The five remaining men, she had counted right before, backed up, getting their guns out when shots were fired from somewhere else. And then again.

The five men, panic stricken looked around. They were surrounded and didn't know where to aim first.

Susan got another one on the floor, straddling him almost onto the floor and then she put on another slave collar.

“Stay down,” she ordered, and then someone from behind grabbed her by the neck.
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The fat guy stayed on her and in her for a while after he'd ejaculated, the weight of him more unbearable now he was rested on her and not moving. She gasped for air, but the man gave her no more attention than if he had just done it with a doll.

After what felt like an age, but was probably less than a minute, he withdrew, got up and put himself away. True to form, he didn't even look at her before leaving the room. Moments later, another guy came in. Not even enough time to clean up.
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Someone was gripping her tight around the neck, choking her. She tried to throw him but who ever it was wasn't being budged. Then a loud bang and warm liquid splattered over her head. The grip loosened and she turned to find the man holding her no longer had what could be described as a head. She picked herself up, as had one of the two who were originally knocked to the ground. The other had a slave collar around her neck and was crying.

Jayne had joined her in the close combat while the other three slavers shot at anyone trying to get away. Susan grabbed her gun and used is a blunt weapon to subdue one of the other men before collaring him. A second man was killed from a far as he drew a gun on Jayne.

Three men left.

Strike that. One of them was a woman.
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Her next 'client' was slim built, black and already naked.

“Name's Kool Kool,” he told her. “And I've heard a lot about you.”

He looked her over.

“I see the main entrance has already been used. But I've also heard your true talent is your mouth.”
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One of the men was being shot at but not shot from three different angles and was lost in near total panic. Jayne was engaging the second man and Susan was circling the female raider.

“You got a choice,” Susan told the woman. “Slave or dead. What's it going to be?”

“Fuck you,” was her response and the woman went at her.

She wasn't as clumsy as Grouse had been back in Paradise falls, and was actually able to knock Susan to the floor with relative ease. Her mistake though was to follow Susan down and give her some extra pain, elbowing her in the boobs.

Susan deferred the pain though, long enough, to change their positions and slap the collar around the raiders neck.

“You're going to pay for that,” Susan told her.
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Susan didn't know where she found the energy but knew her actions were just muscle memory. Perhaps she found her strength from Eulogies motivational speech earlier in the day.

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?

Kool Kool as he called himself sat down on the bed, feet on the floor and legs wide open as Susan positioned herself between them.

She lowered her head into his crotch and began to lick him. She began slowly at first, slurping as she moved her tongue over and around his balls. She began to quicken her pace before moving on to the shaft and with one long lick she moved her tongue from the behind his ball sacks all the way up to the top of the shaft. She kissed it, precum already collecting around the tip. She sucked into her mouth and licked some more before enveloping the penis between her lips again.
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Three men dead, five collared, kneeling on the floor. No fatalities on their side. Jayne had gone a little bit to far on his target and the last of them simply dropped his gun and surrendered to them. Susan was still recovering from her wounds.

“You did good,” Grouse told her. “We did good. Five collars in one operation. You make a fine addition to the team.”

“Thanks,” Susan said, taking off her boot where the blood had come from. She removed the unbroken blood bags from the inside and tried to drain what was left inside it.

She looked over at the five slaves they'd gathered and thought better of her actions, tossing the blood stained boot onto the floor.

“Slave,” she said and their five captives turned to her.

The woman raider realized it was her being addressed.

“Take off your boots.”

“In actual fact, I want all of you to take off your armour,” Grouse addressed the captured raiders. “If you have underwear on you can keep it though.”

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The third and fourth men just wanted plain sex and like the others, she didn't recognise any of them. She made more of an effort than she did with the first man, but what little energy she had left was draining fast.

No one came in immediately after the fourth man left and after cleaning herself up a little, drinking some of the irradiated water from a tap to regain some stength, a woman came in. She was wearing rags and had a slave collar around her neck. She was in her twenties, dark brown hair, pale skin and next to no meet on her body. She was carrying some kind of bowl.

“Hi,” the slave said. “I'm Pronto's new wife.”

She recognised the name. Pronto. He was some kind of tinkerer. Engineer or technician, not an actual slaver. Took over Lock and Load after Eulogy's 'promotion'.

“Hello,” Susan mumbled.

“Pronto's your next client. Wanted to make sure you're ready for him,” she explains, offering her the bowl. “Here, drink this.”

Susan doesn't need to be asked twice. She takes the bowl and gulps the entire contents down before coming up for air.

“Thanks,” Susan said, a little light headed. “What is it?”

“Slave juice my husband calls it,” the slave says. “Full of vitamins, proteins and carbs. That and a special blend of Buffout, Voodoo and alcohol. Trust me; you can go on for days without the need for anything else.”

Susan knew what Buffout was. A steroid designed to increase strength and reflexes. But she hadn't heard of the other one.

“Voodoo?”

“It's from the West somewhere. Gives you greater agility and a sense of invincibility.”

“And your husband thought I would need this?”

“Trust me. He can be quite insatiable at times,” she told Susan on her way out. “ And he did book you for a full hour.”

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Five slaves and five slavers walked in near single file formation down a broken road on their journey to Paradise falls. Grouse and Jacko were in front, Susan and Jayne bringing up the rear. The slaves were mostly naked, but each were carrying bags full of their blood stained armour and supplies.

“It's a good haul,” Jayne said. “And an impressive ruse on your part.”

“Thanks,” Susan answered, trying not to be obvious about the pain she was in.

“I have to ask, where did you learn to fight?”

“Lamplight, where else?”

“We've taken ex-lamplighters as slaves before. None could fight like you?”

“I learned from books mostly. That and getting my ass kicked. I wasn't the most popular girl in there.”

“How come?”

“'cause I hated everyone I guess. They were all so fucking clueless and bound by these stupid rules.”

“I can see how Paradise Falls looks so attractive to you,” he remarked.

“And you. What made you a slaver?” she asked him.

“A woman called Penelope Chase,” Jayne told her. “She was Queen of Paradise before Arkansas took over. I was a merchant travelling between Old Olney and Megaton when attacked by raiders. Slavers were also converging on my position so it's safe to say I wasn't the luckiest of merchants. But Penelope was impressed at the way I handled myself against the raiders and in the end offered me a choice. I could be a slaver or a slave. Guess which one I picked.”

“What happened to her. Penelope.”

“Got her heart ripped out,” Jayne answered.

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The man called Pronto walked in shortly after his so called wife left. He was still fully dressed wearing a thick stitched up blue jacket and dark blue jeans which looked like it was covering up body armour. She had seen quite a few men dressed like that while dancing in the cages. Maybe he was among them. He had grown quite a bit since she last saw him.

“Hello, sweet thing,” he said.

She looked up at him and forced a smile, in a slight drug filled haze. She sized him up. She could take him a fight. She felt like she could take on anyone. Force him to remove the collar around the neck. He was the tinkerer after all. Then she would strip him, steal his clothing and fight her way out of Paradise Falls, killing every mother fucker she came across along the way, slave or no slave. Then she remembered what the other slave said about the drug in her food.

Gives you greater agility and a sense of invincibility.

She had to obey. She had to play along. The drug only gave her a sense of invincibility. In her current state she'd probably be slapped straight to the floor.

“I want you to undress me,” Pronto ordered.

“Yes master,” Susan said meekly.

“Please. Don't call me Master. Call me... husband.”

“Yes husband,” Susan said, keeping her opinions of his orders to herself.

She stood from the bed and approached the man trying to maintain an air of seduction and submission about the way she moved and in her eyes.

Another forced smile and she unbuttoned his jacket before sliding it off him, placing it neatly over one of the beds posts.

Susan knelt down then and began to undo the laces on his boots.

“No,” Pronto commanded. “I want you to lick them first.”

“Yes husband,” she replied again unquestioning.

She shifter her position and lowered her head down and began licking the boots, one after the other. Acting on initiative and seeing they weren't tightly tied, Susan proceeded to undo his boot laces with her teeth. She looked up for approval and he seemed pleased.

He then allowed her to slide the shoes, and his socks off with her hands. Again, on her initiative and with Eulogy's warning playing in her mind, she kissed his feet and gave them each a little lick. They tasted disgusting but Susan refrained from shivering in disgust.

Slowly she stood up again, and lifted up the mans shirt over his head. Again, she fought back the instinct to fight. The risk of failure was to great.

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.

His shirt, now on the floor, completely bare chested, Susan contemplated kissing it or licking it but decided on something else instead and knelt back down. Her head, close to his groin, she undone the fastener on the zip of his jeans, looking to complicated to do with just her mouth and lowered it to the floor. He stepped on the spot so she could fully remove it from him.

She then grabbed the side of his underpants with her teeth and slowly pulled it down. Again, he stepped on the spot, and still in her teeth she removed the underpants from him.

Not looking up, she kissed one of the feet again, and then licked upwards, going all the way on the outside of his right leg, past his thigh, as she positioned herself to stand up, continuing to lick upwards, centring on his chest, only breaking contact when she reached his neck.

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Moments ago Jayne was telling the young Susan Lancaster all about a place called Rivet City. The next moment, one of the slavers disintegrated in front of their eyes.

Actually, there was a few moments between that but events took place so fast Susan didn't have time to process them. Some odd dull mechanical noise. A flash of red light. The look of shock on the guys face, the whitening of his skin and then he, his clothes and weapons just fell apart as if made by sand.

Someone shouted get down, and everyone did.

Jayne was already looking in the direction of where one of the lights came from and Hannah looked to see where his gaze lay.

A second flash of red light, it's beam passing over Susans head where it had been moments ago.

It had come from a large lump of metal. It was moving.

“What the fuck is that!!”

Grouse and his friend Jacko started fireing at the metal but it didn't look like it was having much of a response. Meanwhile, Jayne was fishing around in his satchel for something.

“A robot!” Jayne explained, getting out some kind of grenade.

Another flash of red light and the slave closest to them was hit and disintegrated like the slaver had. Jacko and Grouse continued to fire, moving away from the slaves who were now lying flat on their backs, panicked.

One of the slaves was asking for a weapon, but no one was listening. Susan brought her hunting riffle to bear and began firing at the metal lump.

Jayne tossed his grenade at it, causing some kind of electrical surge.

As it hit, Jayne broke into a run at the lump which seemed to be somewhat confused.

He hadn't got to it by the time it recovered and a red light narrowly missed Jaynes left arm. He slid onto the floor as Grouse, Jacko and Susan began barraging the machine in gunfire again.

Jayne rolled on the floor, getting up only when he was behind the machine.

Susan jumped back narrowly missing a direct hit from the light, but the impact on the floor caused her to stumble and fall into the slaves.

There was an explosion, and lying on two of the slaves, she could see the robot was on fire. It looked disabled.

“We have to get out of here,” Grouse commanded. “Something's going to be attracted by the smoke.

And then Susan's riffle went off again.

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Susan had given Pronto her trade mark knock their socks off blow job. Twice. He had recovered so fast from the first time that she was still on her knees, cleaning him up. His second ejaculation took much longer to get out of him and was much more powerful. It seemed like he still wanted more, and when she withdrew her mouth a second time… he slapped her face unexpectedly, forcing her to fall on the dirty bathroom floor. This was not the usual response from recipients of her work.

“Greedy bitch,” he told her sounding genuinely angry at her. “Twice, and you didn't even ask, or gave thanks. Just took it as if it was owed to you.”

“Thankyou master,” she said meekly, trying to get up.

He kicked her in the stomach.

“Not good enough. And I told you,” he kicked her again. “Not to call me that.”

“Sorry... Husband. I'll do...” she was kicked again before adding in a weak voice. “better.”

“Damn straight you'll do better. Now, what are you thank full for?”

She got herself up into a kneeling position, looked up at him and thought about what she needed to say.

“Thankyou ma...” she stopped herself. “HUSband for allowing me to give you two blowjobs,” he didn't look satisfied. “For allowing me to pleasure you, serve you... for allowing me to drink your seaman. Twice.”

“And what are you sorry for?” he asked.

“Sorry, husband for not asking you if I could give you blowjobs. I'm sorry for not asking if I could swallow your cum. I beg your forgiveness.”

He seemed satisfied. He didn't kick her again right away which was a good sign. Has an hour passed yet? She so wanted his hour with her to have passed.

“How should I punish you?”

“Ma.. Husband?”

“How do you think I should punish you?”

“I...I'm not sure husband,” she replied. He did not look satisfied. “It is not my humble place to suggest punishments husband. I trust whatever you come up with will be appropriate.”

Pronto stepped back and without warning gave Susan a brutal kick in the head forcing her on the floor again, blood coming out of her mouth as she fell.

“I'm glad you see it that way,” were the last words she heard.

TO BE CONTINUED

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Authors Note 2: Civilization V is being released in Europe on Friday and a new Civilization game normally eats up my writing time for a while so it may be a little longer before the next chapter. As always, your thoughts, good or bad, are welcome on my work so far.