A Meticulous Session

FALLOUT 3 – A Meticulous Session
By The Great Shaggy


*AUTHOR'S NOTE* - This will be the last of my Fallout 3 short stories following Anya aka The Lone Wanderer as she was for the last six stories I've done. It's been getting a bit hard and, well, dull keeping her a virgin and seems like I'm repeating myself. So I'll be hitting the reset button on the next story. I hope you all enjoy these tales that I've done as much as I did writting them. To Novacain and Zerath, thanks for giving me the ideas for the last three stories.


Readers Discretion is Advised.


There was a loud audible click and then the whining of hydraulic pistons as a hissing scream assault Anya's ear drums. She opened her eyes and just as fast closed them as shearing pain stabbed at her eyes' iris. Much more cautiously she slowly pried open her shut eye lids, allowing a little bit of the artificial lighting into her pupils. She tried to move but again was met with pain; although not a shearing stabbing kind, but more of a dull aching sort as if she'd been sitting in the same position for a long period of time. Able to open her eyes completely, she blinked her eyes to refocus them as a blonde hair woman appeared in her field of vision.

"Don't move too quickly now," she said. "How are you feeling?"

What she wanted to say was 'like hammer shit', but it came out more like a groan mixed in with a croak. She could feel her mouth was dry and her throat was parched. The blonde hair woman must've sense it for she produced a small glass of water as she tilted her head back and slowly poured the contents into her orifice.

"Better," she asked.

Anya nodded as the cool liquid moisten her throat on the way to her stomach. "Yeah," she managed to say.

"Good. I got to unhook your neural interface suit's umbilical inlets. It might feel unpleasant but please try not to move or squirm."

As her eyes refocused, she watched as the blonde hair woman began to unhook various cords and wires from the skin tight, white neural suit that had strategically placed gray metal sensor pads grafted onto the suit's fabric that she wore. She let out cry as the black and red robe woman pulled out a catheter and a long needled from her left arm. Then she followed her down towards her legs and was shock to see that her crotch area was exposed and cupped with what looked to be a clear plastic bowl. Her eyes widen as she felt her urethral opening and anus expanding slightly as something slid free and just as quickly the pain subsided.

Standing up, the blonde hair woman gripped the underside of Anya's left arm and hoisted her up into her arms. Anya was surprised at how weak she felt as she stumbled out of the VSS Simulation Pod and into a chair situated right next to it. As she released her grip, the blonde hair woman's hand brushed across the skintight neural suit and Anya felt her breast being squeeze slightly though the material. She glanced up at her as she took deep breaths, moving her aching joints as she tried to recall the blonde hair woman's name. Olin... yes that was her name, no last name, her first name was Kat... Katharine, Karen. Karen Olin, a specialist scribe to the Brotherhood of Steel Outcast. The she remembered how she managed to end up here....
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Her eyes were focused on the ground and nothing else as she walked dejectedly across the crumbling bridge that marked passage across the swirling Potomac below from the ruin landscape of Washington DC into the ruin landscape of Arlington. After so long, so many months of wandering from one place to another searching and hoping she'd finally gotten a break in her quest to find her father. A few months back Three Dog had pointed her towards Rivet City and a Doctor Madison Li saying that James, her father, was headed there. But it was on the far side of the of the DC ruins and getting there was treacherous. Fearful that she wouldn't make it by herself, she'd gotten sidetracked by the tragic events in Grayditch followed by the naughty nightwear debacle at Girdershade culminating with her trips back to Underworld and Big Town. But in the end she picked up the final pieces that she would need to make it to Rivet City; her two companions.

Dogmeat was as faithful as a dog one could get and Charon, well, the ghoul that she freed from indefinite indentured servitude didn't speak much and for that matter didn't like smoothskins at all besides herself, but he was a hard fighter who'd saved her ass too many times already. Together the three of them ventured to Rivet City where she found Madison Li and what she managed to get from her was something more than her father's location. What she got had shook her to her very core and made her start rethinking everything she'd ever come to known and believe.

She'd been told the truth.

A truth that her father had hidden from her all these years, a truth that Moriarty had hinted at so long ago that she blew off as nothing more than a lie. She had been born outside Vault 101, not inside as her father had told her who'd been taken her there soon after her mother had died giving birth to her at the Jefferson Memorial. When she left for that Memorial, she was angry and felt betrayed, and planned on confronting her father about the truth she'd been told. Instead that angry melted into fear the moment they found the place to be crawling with Super Mutants. Fearing that her father was trapped inside or worse, they'd fought their way and into the deeps of the site called Project Purity by Madison. But they didn't find her father; only a bunch of old recordings scattered around that where made before she was born. She broke down upon hearing her mother's voice for the first time, listening to how happy she and her father were together and their excitement when they learn of the pregnancy. It was on the last recording did she learn that her father had left before the Super Mutants attacked the Memorial. Said he was off to find a Doctor Stanislaus Braun who held the key to getting Project Purity operational.

So they'd left the Jefferson Memorial behind, being one step closer to finding her father, but hitting a dead end in the process. There was no other information to be gain on this Dr. Braun's whereabouts at Project Purity and without it she could wander the entire Capital Wastelands for the rest of her life and never find him. Why did she even bother with this impossible task, she wondered as she walked, for all she knew her old man could be lying dead or hauled off by Super Mutants to God knows where or disemboweled by a group of sadistic Raiders. If only she knew that he was dead maybe she could move on with her life, but until that time she would keep looking no matter what.

She was in mid-thought when her Pip-Boy chimed for attention. Confused, she turn on the display to see that the device had picked up an emergency distress call from a outpost controlled by the Brotherhood of Steel Outcasts. She'd ran into the two various factions of the Brotherhood of Steel from time to time during her travels, and although she found the Lyons' Pride to be the more honorable of the two, she had no qualms of helping out the Outcasts from time to time in retrieving tech that she found out in the wastes and turning it over to Protector Henry Casdin at Fort Independence for a nice payment that he doled out to her. So with her companions at her side, they made their way through the western ruins of Arlington to the site of a pre-war compound called Virtual Strategic Solutions, Inc. There they found the Outcasts engaged in a massive defense against a horde of Super Mutants. After helping out in the defensive battle, she was approached by Defender Morrill, who in turn brought her inside the compound only after leaving her companions to wait outside. Charon didn't like that in the lease bit, and neither did Dogmeat, but in the end they agreed to wait for her outside until she returned.

She was then approached by the leader of the outpost, a one Protector Timothy McGraw, who left nothing to imagine when he said to her, "So you're the one that Morrill sent down. I'll be perfectly honest with you, I'd trust a wastelander to shine my Power Armor, and even that's pushing it."

"Fine, asshole. If you don't want my help then fuck off," she had replied and turned to leave.

Then he spotted her Pip-Boy and that changed his whole demeanor towards her, telling her of what the Outcasts were doing at the compound and the problems they'd run into. From what Anya gathered, they ran across the ruins while searching for technology and discovered a secret armory that remain intact buried deep inside the compound. The only problem was that they couldn't figure out a way to get into it. Apparently it was Specialist Olin's theory that the arms vault was somehow connected to the VSS Simulation Center and that it could only be accessed by one who completes the simulation in its entirety. However there was a few drawbacks; the first was that the VSS Simulation Pod required a user to be outfitted in a specialize neural interface suit which was control through direct uplink to a Pip-Boy control unit, and the second was that all safety protocols had been disengaged so if the user died in the simulation their body would go into a massive cardiac arrest in the real world. Also the computer would log the Pip-Boy IP address into its databanks thus meaning that only one user could use that Pip-Boy and if he/she died, it would mark the device's IP address as invalid for future use.

McGraw then went on to explain, "Normally we wouldn't be asking a wastelander for help, but judging by how sharp you are you're probably not your average rubble dweller. We've already lost too many to the simulation to spare anymore men so that's where you come in. We're pretty sure anyone who completes the facility's VR simulation program will gain access, but it requires a certain interface."

"So let me get this straight. You want me to go into a virtual simulation that has its safety protocols disable and fight my way through a major battle of the Anchorage Reclamation Campaign of the Resource Wars to open up a armory that you think is full of advance weaponry and armor? Oh and let's not forget that if I die in there, I die out here as well."

"Correct. I'm not a generous man, but if you do this for us then I'll authorize that you can take whatever you want from the armory as payment should you succeed. Or you could walk away right now, but I'm going to have to confiscate your Pip-Boy for our future endeavors here."

That didn't go over too well with her as she put a protective hold on the device that she cherish more than anything else she had in this hellish world she lived in. "And if I refuse to give it to you?"

McGraw shrugged as he pointed to the four Power Armor Outcasts standing behind her. "We take if from your cooling corpse. So the only way you walk out of this compound now is with a few rare weapons in your possession, Pip-Boy less, or your corpse being tossed for the Radroaches to savor."

Unable to see a way out of the sudden predicament that she found herself in and not wanting to give up her cherish Pip-Boy that was all she had left to remind her of her past life in Vault 101, she reluctantly agreed to enter the Liberation of Anchorage simulation. Following Defender Sibley, Anya entered a low lit room that was filled with various glowing mainframes, banks of computer terminals, data work stations, and in the corner a full trauma medical station that seemed to be out of place amongst the buzzing machinery.

Stepping away from a computer terminal was a blonde hair woman dressed in following black robes with red trim. Her hair was cut short, ending at shoulder length and was pulled back into a bun. Her eyes were a sparking emerald color and when she walked it was if she was surrounded by an air of superiority. "You're the one that McGraw told me to prep for neural interface? Is this joke, Sibley? A wastelander is going in?"

The dark skin Defender shrugged his armored pauldrons. "Wish it was. Have fun," he said before leaving.

The scribe rolled her eyes as she pointed to the table. "Jump up on the table for your exam."

"My what?" Anya asked, surprised.

"The pre-neural interface physical examination. Can't have you croaking during the sim's load-up interface period or this is going to be a waste of a Pip-Boy. Now, if you don't mind, move your germ filled, rubble dwelling ass over to the table."

Anya gave her a glare before moving towards the well lit area but not before she heard the scribe muttering, "Bitch probably has four different types of vaginal infections. Terrific, just what I need, poking around a wastelander's cunt that has herpes or the clap."

"What are you doing?" she asked as she walk back towards Anya who was sitting on the table.

"What?"

The blonde hair scribe folded her arms across her chest as if she was a parent who was losing patience with a child for asking too many questions. "What part of 'physical' don't you understand? Let's go, shed 'em, I don't have all day."

"Nice attitude. This how you treat everyone that comes in here," replied Anya as she hoped down off the table and started to undo her combat harness. "By the way, the name is Anya. Not Bitch, Whore, Wastelander, Tramp, or any other derogative terms I've forgotten to mention to a stuck-up, arrogant, romping Brahmin such as yourself."

"The name is Specialist Karen Olin, not Brahmin," she spat back. "Do you have any indication of who we are, girl?"

"Yeah, I do. You're nothing more than a splinter faction from that other Brotherhood of Steel group, Lyons' Pride. Normally I wouldn't give two shits to the wind about your disagreement, but at least the Pride fights for the people of the Wasteland as whole and not worrying about digging up ancient tech artifacts," Anya replied as she tossed her harness off to the side and pulled her shirt over the top of her head. "And another thing..."

But the girl's words were lost to the scribe for she'd tune the teenager's words out as she stared at the swaying, petite buds that had now appeared before her. Her eyes trace over their perfect shaped form and the light brown areolas the encircled her perkily nipples. Her skin was a milky white hue which clashed with her dark tan on her exposed skin. She couldn't help but watch in anticipation as she kicked off her boots and undid the fasteners on her trousers. Her eyes widen slightly as the teenager allowed the garment to fall free from her shapely hips and she got her first glance at the girl's hairless mound. Olin felt her pulse quickening against her chest as she caught a glimpse of the teenage girl's intimate tunnel as she hop back up onto the table and to Olin's displeasure squeezed her legs closed.

"There, know do whatever you got to do, it's a bit chilly in here," stated Anya.

And Anya's body responded to reemphasize the remark by her nipples growing bigger and harder.

Pulling herself back to conscious self thought, Olin cleared her throat before proceeding with the physical examination. She started off with the basic sensory areas; eyes and ears, before proceeding to motor functions in the limbs and joints. As she continue her evaluation she keep her eyes on the girl's heaving breast and occasionally took a peek to her tightly closed legs. It had been so long since she'd touched another woman when her lover failed to return during an expedition to Fort Constantine months ago. She'd wept for days afterwards, never in view of any of the other Outcasts for it would've shown weakness on her part, and how she longed to hold and caress another woman, to feel her soft skin against her own and taste her sweet, honey nectar dripping from her glistening slit. The girl before show no repentance to her nude form being seen by another woman and look comfortable about it, which told Olin that she'd been in the company of other women, however her unwieldiness to reveal her womanhood to a complete stranger spoke of a high moral degree of innocence.

But to be certain she had to test her theories. Without giving the teenager girl an explanation, she grabbed both of her petite melons in her hands, giving them a gently squeeze. She watched quizzically as the girl's eyes snapped open and her mouth drop but did utter a word as she rolled the soft mounds around in her palms. Pinching one of her harden buds causing Anya to shriek out, but before she could hit her hands away Olin withdraw, pretending to act completely professional as she picked up a nearby clipboard and made to look as if she was scribbling some notes. Sending it down after a few seconds, she then gripped the girl's inner thighs and attempted to spread her legs eagle to gaze at her womanly slit but met fierce resistance.

"What are you doing?" asked the girl, her suspicion aroused.

Olin continue to keep up her farce by saying, "The neural interface suit that you'll be wearing as a sensitive piece of equipment and vital to the simulation. I have to make sure that there are no infections on your vagina that could hamper the electrical sensor array. Also you'll be fitted with a waste disposal system and I have to make sure I get the appropriate size for you. And I don't want to be cleaning up your nasty shit and piss if your fitted with the wrong size."

She watched as the young girl thought over what she had just said before she reluctantly relax her leg muscles thus ambling Olin to spread the girl's legs apart. Her breath caught in her throat as she gaze upon the girl's splendor, taking it all in. If there was word that could describe what she saw it would've been immaculate. It was a perfect V shape cunt that she'd ever seen with the pink rose pedals drawn into her snatch thus concealing a majority of the love tunnel. Drawing closer to the girl's hairless mound she took a deep breath and smelled only the sweet musk odor of an unwashed pussy and was devoid of the stench that marked a vaginal infection. Placing her finger on the pink rose pedals, she gently spread them apart, being rewarded with a gasp and a shudder from the girl's body, to reveal the glistening pink interior. Her opening was tiny, looking to barely able to fit a single finger through let alone two. She brushed the clitoral hood with the tip of a finger and was amaze as the lining of her pussy began to moisten from the sudden stimulation.

Then Anya's hand flashed into her view, seizing her wrist and pulling it away from her love snatch. "I take it your satisfied," she growled.

She wasn't, far from it, as she stood up and said, "Yes. It seems that I can't find no fault with your body that would preclude you from the simulation."

Although she could, and wanted too, thus being able to maybe enjoy her, but instead she found herself giving her the skintight neural interface suit and lead her to the egg-shaped virtual reality pod. The only satisfaction that she found while prepping the girl into the pod was touching her pussy again to fit a waste disposal cup over it and was surprised to find how wet it still was. She quickly rubbed two fingers to wet them with her dripping nectar, disguising her deed by playing with the rubber cup that was securely fasten over her cunt. Stepping back, she turned her back as the pod's cover let out hiss as it lowered downward into a lock position and plunged her soak digits into her mouth. She convulse in euphoria as the sweet nectar contacted against her taste buds, causing her own snatch to become tropical, yearning to be touched.

Turning, she let out a sigh of regret as she stared at the sealed VSS Simulation Pod in front of her, wishing she could taste the girl's pussy dew one more time. Dejectedly, she went over to the Pod's control terminal and activated the simulation sequence before locking her gaze again on the completely enclosed pod as it hummed to life knowing the next time she saw the girl she would be a lifeless corpse.

However there was that small, slim chance that she would make it through the simulation and that gave her hope to whisper, "Good luck."
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Luck, it seem, was definitely with Anya.

She'd succeeded in surviving the entire simulation and now she sat worn out on the chair as Olin brought in a bowl of steamy soup and a few biscuits. Anya didn't know what was in it but she didn't care as she devoured the meal furiously.

Watching the girl, Olin scribble some observation notes as she asked, "So how do you feel now?"

"Better. Legs and arms are still a bit sore and stiff but I can move them more freely and easily now," comment Anya, wondering why she kept asking the same question over and over again. "Why are you asking me that?"

"Just for my report on long term virtual simulation exposure to a user," she answered. "You have any trouble in seeing, blurred vision, headaches, ringing in the ears?"

"No," replied Anya and then asked her own question, "How long was I in there?"

Olin answered candidly, "Nearly three weeks."

Anya nearly choke on the soup, causing her to go into a sudden coughing fit. "Three weeks!" stammered Anya. "It didn't seem like three weeks in there."

"From my observations, the neural interface suit acts as a conduit between the virtual and the real world, but there is a delay between the two that is measured in hours, not minutes or seconds. So what you were seeing and reacting too in the simulation that made it felt like days to you were actually weeks to us. From start to finish the entire simulation encompass a total of three days which I hypothesis to translate into three weeks, however you were under neural interface for twenty-one days, seventeen hours, thirty-nine minutes and two seconds so I might have to reevaluate my early findings since you were the first to actually complete the entire simulation."

Before Anya could ask what had happen to Charon and Dogmeat, the door to the Simulation Pod Center opened and Protector McGraw entered. "I got to hand it to you, kid, you sure surprised a lot of us here. Hell I didn't give you a chance of surviving the first phase of the simulation let alone making it all the way through." Then he glance up to Olin. "How she doing? Any residual side effects or complications?"

The blonde hair scribe shook her head as she sat down her clipboard dejectedly. Couldn't this wait until after I was done with her, she silently thought. When the girl hadn't gone into cardiac arrest within the first few days, Olin was surprised but still didn't give her much chance of finishing the simulation. By the end of the first week and the first portion of the simulation did Olin start to change her mind, if only slightly. All the others that had came before her had succeeded in the first portion of the simulation but never lasted that long during the second phase. And when the second week came and went, and Anya was still alive did she start to believe that she would complete the entire sequence. She'd spent every waken hour in the VSS Simulation Center, watching her vitals and the progress bar on the monitors, all the while thinking of everything she wanted to do to the girl when she got out. Some of her fantasies were so downright dirty that she figure-fucked herself right there in the chamber. When the terminal beeped stating simulation was completed, she nearly jumped for joy when the pod's hatch crack open. And now it was business before pleasure yet again, she dejectedly thought.

"Nothing that I could tell without a full medical evaluation. But I take it that can wait until later I suppose."

"As long as she's okay then everything else can wait," he replied. "Come on, kid, we need you to open that vault."

"But I thought you said as soon as the simulation was over the armory would unlock," inquired Anya as she rose to her feet.

"That was another one of my hypothesis that has been proven wrong," sighed Olin and explained, "Apparently upon successful completion, the VSS Computer uploaded your Pip-Boy's IP address with a genetic sample of your DNA to its databank. Both need to be present to access the restricted areas of the compound, including the armory."

Making their way out into the hallway, Anya saw Defender Sibley, the dark skin male Outcast that had escorted her to the Simulation Center three weeks prior, standing near the closed blast doors of the armory. Around him stood four other Outcasts, all of whom were heavily armed. Strange for them to be like that, thought Anya as she started to get a bad feeling about this.

Which was echoed when Sibley stepped in front of McGraw to block his way. "This is bullshit, McGraw and you know it. This is exactly the reason why broke away from that pathetic Lyons in the first place."

"If it wasn't for her help we would've never gotten the armory open to begin with," McGraw snapped back. "And she did a hell of a lot better than your best men did in that simulation or have you forgotten that part? Now stand aside."

But Sibley didn't move as he jabbed a glove finger into McGraw's black and red stripe armor chest plate. "Wastelanders are savage prime apes that will decorate their crude shacks with sophisticated computer motherboards, laser amplifier modules, and other technology that they deem nothing but worthless junk. What makes this wasteland bitch any different from the others?"

"Because she survived the entire three week simulation when no one else could've survived a week and a half. That tells me that, wastelander or not, she's one capable fighter. And I gave her my word of honor," growled McGraw. "And since Casdin put me in command here, I suggest that you at ease those complaints of yours and support my decision without question or I'll bounce you so hard it'll make going toe to toe with a Deathclaw a training exercise in comparison."

Then he pushed Sibley roughly off to the side and proceeded the rest of the way down the hallway towards the sealed two meter thick metal door that marked the entrance to the armory. Anya gave Sibley a glance as she went by with Olin and out of the corner of her eye did she notice him nodding towards the men around him. She was then distracted as a loud klaxon sounding as she neared the armory's doors and there was a loud bang followed by a grinding metal shrieking sound as the two ton vault door slid upwards as a stale, musky smell filled the corridor as the sealed atmosphere rushed outwards. Anya let out a soft whistle as she and Olin stepped into the armory, staring at the rows of weapon racks bristling with various rifles, stacks upon stacks of ammunition and explosive crates, and along the back wall half a dozen sets of Power Armor suits.

Olin stepped forward and put a hand on the power armor, rubbing it in almost a creasing manner. "T-51 power armor," she said with a grin. "I'm sure those Lyons' slugs would wish to get their hands on these."

The scribe wasn't the only curious one as Anya pulled a M72 Scoped Gauss Sniper Rifle from a rack and held it in her hands. It seemed a bit heavier than the one she used in the virtual simulation, but then again it wasn't real as this one was. A loud, sharp crack that echoed throughout the armory caused Anya to spin around just in time to see McGraw falling to the corridor's ground, a new grisly hole that had sprayed out grayish brain matter, yellowish cranium fluid, and pieces of white bone and crimson hue blood in the center most area of his forehead. And standing behind him holding the murder weapon was Sibley. With sudden dread of realizing what Sibley had done and was planning to do, Anya flung herself to the ground and swipe Olin's feet from underneath her, causing the scribe to collapse to the ground with a sudden scream as a bullet ricocheted of the power armor chest plate above her.

"Stay down," Anya shouted to the scribe as she emphasized her remark by placing a knee on her back to keep her from jumping up.

Her hands flew over the Gauss Sniper Rifle, activating it microfusion cell power source and energizing the magnetizing chamber. As the rifle began to hum in increasing pitch, Anya quickly poke her head up and then back down just in the nick of time as a lance of angry scarlet energy sizzled the air above her head. But it was long enough for her to visualize where Sibley and his men were. Holding the powerful weapon in her strong arm she popped back up, pointed in the general direction she wanted and depressed the trigger. The buttstock kicked slammed into her shoulder as a bluish-white beam of condensate light exploded from the muzzle of the weapon's barrel and streak towards its intended target. It touch, only for a brief second, the black and red power helmet of one of Sibley's men before it disappeared as the men's head exploded into a puff of red mist mixed with skull, brain, and metal fragments that coated the walls, ceiling, floors, and Outcasts alike. Anya didn't wait for their return response as she twisted her body back into cover.

Sibley blinked her eyes in shock as he wipe the gore from his face. He stared at the headless corpse of his man that, only a moment before, was amongst the living. "You fucking wasteland cunt," he shouted as he pulled the dead Outcast' assault rifle over to him. "I'm going to fucking make you suffer for that."

Anya ignored the threat as she pried open a crate and pulled out a handful of grenades. Handing two to Olin, she said, "Pull the pins and throw them."

"What?" the shaking scribe replied as she glanced down at the destructive devices in her hands.

"Pull the fucking pins and throw them," screamed Anya.

The blonde hair scribe did exactly that, mimicking the teenager girl's movement as she heave the cylinder, olive drab explosive devices over the stack of crates they were hiding behind. There was a shout of warning before four nearly simultaneous explosions ripped through the outside corridor just beyond the armory. The force of the blast rip the air from Olin's lungs causing her to gasp for breath as Anya rose to her feet again, firing the powerful weapon again. The beam caught another one of Sibley's stunned men directly squarely in his chest armor, but it still wasn't enough to effectively stop the powerful beam as it burned a hole through the composite material and evaporate the soft tissue underneath as the force of the beam flung him backwards where he slammed up against the wall before crumbling to the ground.

Two down, three to go.

"Reload," Anya said, passing Olin the rifle as she pulled a R91 assault rifle from a nearby rack.

Slamming in a twenty-four round magazine into the holding well, she chambered the first of the 5.56 x 33mm rounds before laying flat on the concrete ground and kicked herself out into the aisle. Her timing couldn't have been more perfect as one of the two remaining helmet rogue Outcasts moved towards the vault opening prepping a grenade that was clutched in his gloved hands. Twisting her body for the right angle, her finger depressed on the trigger and the weapon buck as it auto-cycled through the twenty-four rounds in mere seconds. The muzzle climb was horrendous, but that was what Anya wanted for she placed the first round at knee cap level and allowed the barrel's climb to walk the rounds right up the Outcast's power armor. Some managed to penetrate the powerful armor as the man let out a muffled cry of anguish as he fell to the ground. Anya's eyes widen as she watched as the grenade came out of his hands as he hit the ground and rolled into the armory.

Heaving herself back into cover, she didn't think twice as she grabbed Olin and pushed her to the ground as before pressing her body on top of hers when the grenade exploded. Crates slammed against her and she cried out in pain as something hard came down on top of her. From her advantage point, Olin could see that one set of the T-51 power armor had been jarred loose from its holding bracket and had fallen on top of Anya effectively pinning the girl. Managing to squirm her way free from underneath the petite teenage girl, Olin grabbed the power armor and gritted her teeth as she attempted to lift the heavy suit when rounds started to impact around her. Ducking back down, she saw another one of Sibley's men running towards the vault, firing his weapon. Grabbing the gauss rifle by her feet, she brought it up and fired off a beam from the hip. It struck the rogue Outcast in the stomach and blew the upper portion of his body apart into a cloud of red mist. Tossing the weapon down, she return to freeing the teenage girl.

She had just managed to move the heavy armor off the girl's body when a shriek of pain escaped her mouth as a gloved hand yanked hard on her hair, threatening to pull the strands free from her head as she was pulled to her feet. She stared wide eye in horror at the gory covered face of Sibley in front of her as he raised the muzzle of his weapon to level it with her face. The scribe screamed out at the top of her lungs as the weapon became eye level and then suddenly it dropped away as the grip on her hair suddenly disappeared. Falling to the ground, the Outcast scribe starred in astonishment as Sibley looked at his now handless right arm and then glance at the teenage girl that was standing beside him who was wielding a blood smeared shock sword in her hands. She locked eyes with him for a brief second before she swipe the blade upward, slicing through the man's neck and sending his decapitated bouncing back into the corridor.

Breathing heavily, Anya collapsed to her knees, the gore smeared sword clattering to the ground next to her. Crawling over to her, Olin wrapped her arms around her the girl, holding her tightly as she weep openly. That was how Morrill and his men found them as they rushed into gore covered, corpse strewn corridor minutes later.

"Specialist Olin, are you alright?" he asked.

Slowly the blonde hair Outcast scribe broke her embrace from Anya and nodded her head. "Thanks to her. She save my life," she replied in a shaky voice.

Morrill paused for a second as he watched in silence as two of his men lifted the lifeless body of Protector McGraw into their arms and carried him off. "Such a waste," he comment as he glanced around the carnage before turning his attention back to Anya. "With McGraw and Sibley both dead, command has past to me. I'll continue to honor the agreement that was arranged but you and Protector McGraw." He paused before adding, "And thank you."

He turned to leave but stopped when Anya asked in a tired voice, "What about my companions? It's been three weeks since they've last seen me."

"Surprisingly their still waiting for you outside, but that damn ghoul is at the end of my patients. I'll let my men up top inform them that you'll be coming up shortly. Sooner the better." And with that he disappeared around the corner.

Figuring it might be best to leave now after what had just happened, she rose back to her feet and took a quick glance around the armory before picking up the Gauss Rifle and shock sword she had used to defend herself and Olin from Sibley and his men. Wordlessly she made her way down the corridor back into the VSS Simulation Center and opened up the locker where she'd stored her stuff, satisfied to see it still there. She couldn't have been in the room for a few seconds before Olin appeared.

"Wait, you can't go just yet. I haven't run a through medical evaluation on you to see if there are any lasting side effects from long term virtual exposure for my report," she lied.

"Guess you'll just have to make do. I've bargain for more trouble on his venture than I wanted too," answered Anya as she started to do to undo the fasteners to the neutral interface suit.

"But you can't leave, not yet. There's so much to do," the blonde hair scribe replied, her pulse quickening as thoughts swirling around in her head on what to say or do to stop the girl. She wanted her, wanted her bad now after having saved her life.

Anya cursed as she yanked on the stubborn fastener to the suit. "Well give me one good reason why I should stay?"

Olin's response was surprisingly swift. One second Anya was working on the skintight suit's fasteners and the next the blonde hair Outcast scribe's ruby lips were softly pressed up against her own. Anya sighed softly while Olin continued to kiss her, sucking on the younger girl's sweet lips, then slipping her tongue into her warm mouth, teasing and tasting the petite auburn hair girl. While Olin and Anya exchanged deep kisses, Anya slipped her right hand underneath Olin's robe openings, searching for her grown buds. The blonde hair scribe moaned inside the teenager's mouth while Anya fondled her soft, blushing breast, rolling Olin's massive tit in her small hand.

Breaking their embrace, they didn't say a word as they both pulled open the black and red scribe robes, tossing it off to the side as Olin held up her arms while Anya pulled off her flimsy shirt undergarment. Then the teenager girl began to lick the older woman's engorging nipples, biting her breast buds to hardness. Taking deep breath to steady herself, the Outcast scribe cupped the young flushed face before her and kissed her savior's wet lips, before proceeding down her slim neck, her hands peeling the skintight suit down Anya's shoulders, exposing the girl's perky breasts that she streaked with salvia. Anya's body shuddered from the delightful sensation as she ran her fingers through Olin's thick honey hair while the scribe suckled on her rock hard nipples. Olin swirled her tongue around Anya's light brown areola, then she locked her ravenous lips upon the girl's right tit tip, slurping on the tender sweet teenage nipple. She squeezed the smaller soft bare breasts as she switched from the young girl's drool drenched right tit to her flushed pink left mammary, stuffing her greedy mouth with her milky mound, lathering Anya's earth-tone nipple with her lascivious tongue.

Anya grabbed the woman's slender wrists and pushed the blonde scribe down onto her back. Straddling Olin's waist, Anya locked her own hungry lips upon Olin' throbbing right nipple. The scribe's blonde lashes quivered as the auburn hair girl suckled from her tingling massive tit, then Anya licked the shivering slopes of both of Olin's bare breasts, before she slurped at her left breast inside her salivating mouth, sucking on the woman's pliant, blushing breast. She worked the buckle of Olin's lower robe trousers while she nibbled on both of the scribe's stiff, swollen cherries. Yanking off the belt, she fished her hands underneath the edge of the material and then pulled them down to her ankles where Olin kicked them off. Devoid of any clothing except her panties, Anya allowed her eyes to roam over the scribe's lush form, barely able to control her excitement upon seeing her gigantic mountains swaying with each squeeze from her hands that were barely able to cup the base of them. Anya dragged her tongue from Olin's gleaming cleavage to the shuddering navel as she rolled the woman's bare breasts in her small hands while she planted kisses across her fluttering tummy. Then Anya's auburn head was between Olin's parted pink thighs, the former Vault 101 teenager tugging at the scribe's panties with her perfect ivory teeth.

Olin clutched Anya's thin wrists while the little teenager hands kneaded her flushed hot behemoth tits. She whimpered when Anya started licking her clit through her underwear, her extended tongue cool and wet as it stroked the length of her puffy pussy. Anya lapped the older woman's cunnie until her twat was completely drenched in drool, her snatch visible through her saliva soaked panties. Tugging the damp panties aside with her teeth, Anya then plunged her tongue through Olin's squishy vulva, the blonde scribe gasping and writhing across the cool title floor.

Raising her head, Anya comment in a whisper voice, "Your pussy tastes so good," before she buried her glossy pink lips back inside Olin's puckered cunt, slurping the hot honey oozing from her melting vagina.

The blonde head scribe released Anya's arms to clasp the teenager's auburn mane head, while she furiously fucked her with her probing tongue, swirling it round and round inside the woman's inflamed, dripping wet pussy. Olin's pelvis quaked when Anya's cunt tonguing brought her to climax. Olin squirted her spunk all over Anya's young face, causing her to lap up the musky sweet rain, then nuzzled the woman's gushing gash, slurping the steady flow of cum from the Outcast's scribe yawning twat. Anya climbed off the hard concrete ground onto Olin's open lap, straddling her lean waist as she reached back beneath her, underneath her tight alabaster ass, to finger Olin's soaking wet slit. The woman whimpered, shifting underneath Anya, as the teenager scratched her squishy snatch, before wriggling her right index finger inside her sticky pink hole. Again she shuddered, arching her spine, lifting her slender pelvis, as Anya fingered her filthy wet cunt, plunging two slender digits deep into her contracting vagina. Moaning, Olin bucked underneath the girl, who bounced on her lap. Smiling, Anya shoved three fingers deep into the scribe's clenching cunnie, the blonde woman sobbed, writhing wildly beneath Anya as the little bare breasted teenager girl furiously fingered her hot, slurping snatch.

Anya made Olin climax again, the naked scribe streaking her splayed thighs with musky cunt spunk. After she was done shuddering underneath Anya, the little teenage beauty removed her dripping digits from her soaking wet sex, licking the sticky cum from her tapered fingers, before sucking on her spunk soaked digits while Olin lay gasping between her sweaty, straddling, ivory thighs.

"This isn't right," Olin stated as she suddenly rolled to her right, causing Anya to let out a shriek of surprise as she landed on her back and was pinned there by the smiling blonde hair scribe. "I'm the one whose suppose to be thanking you for saving me life."

She brushed a finger over the teenager's cheek before leaning down to lock lips with Anya, tasting the her lingering cunt honey smeared across Anya's small mouth as the two beauties embraced each other, sucking deeply on each other's soft, wet, yielding lips, swapping breath and stringy spittle. Breaking her embrace, Olin paused only long enough to pull the skintight neural interface suit from the teenager's equally tight body before pressing her pouty lips to the girl's engorged right nipple. Anya sighed when Olin started to suck on her tender sweet breast bud, as the woman cupped the girl's small pubescent breast, squeezing the little pink mound while sucking hungrily on Anya's earth-tone tit tip. Anya nuzzled Olin's thick honey hair while the nude scribe switched from Anya's drool drenched right breast to the teenager's throbbing left nipple. She moaned and hugged Olin's flushed face to her bare, blushing bosom while blonde woman licked her rock hard breast bud, swirling her salivating tongue round and round her swollen, sweet areola. Olin the slipped her left hand between Anya's hot pink thighs. The younger girl gasped when Olin began to fondle her inflamed, dripping wet cunnie, lightly scratching Anya's moist, puckered vulva, then wiggled her sticky digit inside Anya's throbbing twat, sending the Lone Wanderer into orgasmic convulsions. Olin slurped on Anya's sweet, small tits until the petite teenager sobbed and squirted her musky spunk all over the smooth floor beneath her. Olin licked the girl's bared throat as she furiously finger fucked Anya's gushing, clenching coochie. Anya hugged Olin's neck tightly as she shuddered from auburn head to curled pink toes in climax.

"Are you okay?" inquired Olin.

Anya nodded her head vigorously as she loosen her hold on Olin's neck.
Unsure if she was but not wanting to stop, Olin gently lowered the girl back down before spreading apart the naked teenager's slim ivory legs. "Oh," Olin suddenly stated as a magnificent sight befell on her as she stared at Anya's glistening slit and the hymen within. "That's why. You're a virgin."

"Please don't stop now," whispered Anya seductively.

"I'll be more careful," Olin said with a grin.

Anya moaned as Olin nuzzled her honey soaked crotch, lapping at the petite teenager's puffy, gleaming labia and engorged, tingling clitoris. Anya combed her fingers through Olin's silky golden hair as the naked Outcast scribe sucked deeply on her savior's hot, drooling twat. She savored the taste of the teenager's gooey, oozing cunt cum, burying her greedy mouth deeper in Anya's yawning wide, honey drenched hole, slurping the intoxicating juices spilling from her teenage melting, contracting vagina. Anya closed her blue eyes in bliss, thrusting with her pelvis, grinding her sopping wet snatch upon Olin's urgent, slurping lips. She nibbled her quivering lower lip while the blonde woman furiously tongue fucked her, then Anya body jerked again and she cried out when Olin took her over the precipice of orgasm. Her legs squeezed together as hot, sweet spunk squirted uncontrollably out of her tongue stuffed cunt.

Sticky spunk splashed Olin in the face as she nuzzled Anya's small, quaking crotch. She moaned as well as she licked the delicious discharge from the girl's ejaculating teen twat as she locked her ravenous lips with Anya's puffy labia, slurping the steady flow of juices from the gril's hot hole. Olin then stood up from the cool titled floor, grabbing Anya's small wrists and hoisted her up onto her shaking legs. Pressing her against the wall, she pinned the young former Vault Dweller's hands over her auburn man before kissing her deeply as she started to hump between Anya's splayed, slippery legs, slapping her snatch over the girl's puffy cunnie.

"Fuck me!" panted Anya, writhing against her lust driven blonde lover, matching Olin's sharp pelvic thrusts as the two nude nymphs bucked and gyrated together, kissing, clinging to each other, as they bumped and grinded faster and faster to a mutual climax that left both naked women breathless and pleasantly sore between their sleek lower limbs.

With their legs trembling, the two women collapsed to the ground in each other's arms. They didn't move except to stroke each other's hair or gently kiss one another's lips. "Thank you for saving my life back there," Olin whispered.

"You're welcome, Karen," said Anya and gave the woman a kiss on the cheek which caused her to laugh.

"That was the longest three weeks of my life waiting for you to come out of that pod," Olin said, her hand squeezing one of the girl's petite buds. "I wanted you so bad since first seeing these perfect tits of yours."

"I know you did," Anya whispered.

"What? I mean you knew."

Anya smiled as she cupped Olin's soaking wet twat and inserted two of her fingers up to their knuckles, causing the blonde hair scribe to moan pleasurable. "It was extremely apparent of what you wanted. I was just playing hard to get is all," she whispered before wrapping her mouth over Olin's and entwining their moist appendages to cease further conversation and allow their hands and tongues to do the rest of the talking.
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"Well, you seem to have aglow about you," growled Charon as Anya walked up the steep slope of rubble towards him and Dogmeat. "Enjoy leaving us out here?"

"Hardly," replied Anya as she tossed him the Gauss Rifle. "Here, I brought you a present to cheer you up."

The ghoul just muttered underneath his breath as he slung the rifle over his back as Anya bent down and patted Dogmeat. "So where too now?" he asked.

Good question, she thought as she slowly rose to her feet. After the exhausting, but fulfilling, meticulous session she had with Olin she' asked the Outcast scribe if she knew anything about Dr. Braun. What she learned had completely baffled her. Apparently Doctor Stanislaus Braun was the chief scientist of the virtual reality simulation project while working at Vault Tech and was commissioned by the US Army to work with Virtual Strategic Solutions, Inc in designing a combat training program that could be used to train soldiers to cut down on valuable resources that could be spent elsewhere. If that was true than that would place Braun living prior to the start of the Great War which means if he somehow, however unlikely and impossible it seemed, that he was still alive that would make him nearly three hundred years old. What did her father mean by trying to find him, was he somehow implying that he survived the nuclear blasts only to be bathed in gamma radiation and ghoulified?

So many questions and no answers. Where to start, she wondered as she started to walk. "I don't know, Charon. I guess we'll just see where the road takes us from here."


THE END