falloutkinkmeme_backup | Fallout Kink Meme Part IV: Closed to prompts, open for fills.

I love this. It's so adorable. Knight is adorable. The whole thing is adorable.

lolz at the Securitron, ruining an awesome romantic moment!

Bless this prompt.

BLESS IT.

Legion attacks Primm, and takes slaves.
Tags: noncon, gangbang, oral, anal, humiliation, possibly dark

Decimus Vergilius Flaccus was a Legion raider, one of the best. He was a Decanus working his way to Centurion. After successfully planning and leading the attack on Ranger Station Charlie, if his next raid went well, he was almost certain that he’d get the promotion. He just needed to carry it out.

He’d taken positions with two more lower-ranking decani and their troops surrounding the NCR-controlled town of Primm. His contubernia and another would sweep in from the south to provide a distraction while the third attacked from the north to hit the backside of the NCR’s base of operations.

Vergilius peered through the binoculars he’d looted from a dead Explorer and into the town. The best pickings would most likely be coming from the younger citizens and the NCR soldiers. He wasn’t interested in the males; they would be shown no mercy. The women on the other hand would be subdued non-lethally. He’d made it very clear if a woman who was of childbearing age was killed during the raid, he’d personally whip the aggressor to death for his disobedience.

He checked to make sure the small pouch of beanbag rounds for his shotgun was in place on his belt, before loading it with regular shells. “We move on my mark,” he told his troops.

Vergilius peered through his binoculars at where the other team was preparing to attack. They were just out of sight of the guard posted, and were to start their approach as soon as gunfire was heard.

“Charge!” he shouted, and the wave of crimson-armored soldiers poured over the hillside and into the town. A few NCR troopers who were idling near the southern approach suddenly looked up and fumbled with their rifles, trying to sight them. With startling quickness, the Legion was upon them. Both of the men crumpled, one slashed by the machete of a particularly quick Recruit while Vergilius put several small holes into the helmet of the other.

The four houses clustered there were hit next. A few soldiers went into each one as the rest of the group entered the central intersection. The NCR forces across the bridge had heard the sounds of battle, and started firing on the soldiers crossing the street.

Then the last contubernia struck from the north. A good portion of the fire was then lessened as the NCR troopers tried to avoid being backed into a corner. An intrepid Recruit who tried to cross the bridge was rewarded for his effort by having his legs blown in one direction and his dying body in another.

From the ramshackle tower, an NCR trooper managed to take out another of the front-runners, but it didn’t stop the attackers from the north from storming her position and beating her into submission with the flats of their blades.

A few townsfolk filtered out of Vicki and Vance, but the sight of three of Vergilius’ best troops brandishing repeaters, they backed down. With one great final push, the combined Legion forces managed to take the NCR command position.

* * * * *

The captures were arrayed in a line in the central intersection, their hands bound. Three female NCR troopers, six females from the town who were of childbearing age, five men from the town, and an old couple made up the line.

Vergilius gestured to the Recruit holding the machete to the throat of Johnson Nash. With a quick slash, crimson gushed from his throat and onto his clothes and the pavement. His corpse was dropped unceremoniously to the ground.

The Decanus gestured to his body. “The old man served no purpose to our cause. Are there any among you men who would become legionaries?” None spoke up. “Kill them.” With the sound of blades scraping across flesh and a few quiet gurgles, the remaining men in the town joined Johnson on the ground. Next he moved to Ruby Nash. “We have enough like her already. Kill her.” The old woman fell next to her husband.

Vergilius sized up the civilian captures next. They looked terrified. With a bit of training, they would make good slaves. Then he made his final inspection of the NCR troopers. One of them looked like she was still in shock; he would have to take another look at her. Another looked scared. She would be easy to break. Finally, he moved on to the last NCR trooper, the marksman who had put a few holes in his soldiers.

His leather-wrapped hand lifted up her chin so he could get a better look at her face. She was beautiful, with somewhat sharp features and cold blue eyes. Her auburn hair had been cut short as part of her military service. “You, my little friend, have some reparations to make.” The woman spat on his boots.

“Go to hell,” she told him in a venomous tone.

The slaver chuckled. “Oh, how much fun I will have breaking you.” He gestured to the captors. “Come. Take them inside. I wish to examine them.”

The captures were hauled up onto their feet and brought into the Vikki and Vance casino. “Remove their bonds,” Vergilius instructed. “All except for the fiery one.”

The Legion troops removed the ropes binding the women’s hands. “Now, strip,” he told them. “All the way down.” Then he turned to the marksman. “As for you, we will be cutting the armor off of you. Can’t take any chances after all.”

Quivering with fear and trepidation, the captures quickly removed their clothes. Vergilius singled out the most fearful-looking of the townsfolk and pointed to the nearest blackjack table. “Get up on the table, and spread your legs,” he instructed. She quaveringly clambered up onto the felt table and spread her legs. Vergilius bent to examine her sex. He was surprised to discover her hymen intact beneath the patch of light brown curls.

“Bring me the collars,” he told one of his soldiers. The Recruit scurried off to retrieve the explosive necklaces. “Tell me, can you cook?” Vergilius asked the young woman.

She nodded fearfully.

“How do you cook?” he asked.

She opened her mouth and barely spoke one word. “Well.”

“Aren’t you the prize,” he muttered quietly. The soldier came back, carrying eight collars. Vergilius reached up and clamped the collar just as his former leader had instructed him: collar them just tight enough to remind them who they belonged to.

He gestured for her to get off the table. She did so, and a soldier passed her the rough sackcloth rags that Legion slaves wore.

“Next prisoner.”

* * * * *

After seeing to the remaining docile captures (none were worth anywhere near as much to an officer as the virgin woman), Vergilius turned his attention to the odd one out.

A few Recruits lifted the woman up onto the table. “Lend me your machete,” Vergilius ordered one of his soldiers. Wordlessly, the blade was passed into his hands. It was a careful and painstaking process. He didn’t want to mar her flesh with a scar.

First he cut the straps securing the emblazoned breastplate she wore. He slid it off of her. Next, he made a careful cut along the outside of her sleeves, down her sides, and down her neck, and rent the uniform shirt in two. With deft and practiced hands, he removed her boots and trousers, leaving her in her underwear. Vergilius made a few more careful cuts and removed her bra. He paused to admire her soft flesh. The decanus squeezed her breast firmly in his hand, before tweaking the nipple. Hard.

The woman suppressed a groan of pain, and writhed slightly.

He chuckled. “How fun you will be…” Vergilius reached into her waistband and with a great tug, ripped her panties from her body. Her mound was shaved smooth, and practice the Decanus had observed among some of the Profligates.

“Spread your legs,” he ordered. She spit again, this time landing a hit on the bridge of his nose. Vergilius fumed dangerously. “Very well. Men, spread her legs and secure them that way.” With the help of their commander, the soldiers tied lengths of rope around her ankles and to the legs of the table. The Decanus decided he would want more freedom of access to the upper portion of her body. “Do the same with her wrists.”

After the marksman had been tied spread-eagle to the table, the Decanus got a devilish idea to prevent the woman from spitting at him or his soldiers. Vergilius inserted three fingers into her pussy, using his thumb to stimulate her clit. “I want you to get wet for me, you Profligate whore.” The woman kicked and struggled and screamed, but to no avail. The ropes held fast, and eventually, her body began to betray her. Moisture trickled onto the Decanus’ fingers.

After a few minutes, she was soaked. Vergilius grabbed a large scrap of her panties and inserted it into her pussy with his fingers, letting it absorb the moisture. He cut long piece of her bra off to serve as a gag, before wadding up the panty scrap and shoving it into the soldier’s mouth before securing it there with the long strip of the bra.

“Do you taste yourself, Profligate?” he asked, fingering her again. “Do you feel how soaked that scrap of your dignity is? How soaked it is in your arousal?” He picked up the pace, thrusting into her faster with his fingers.

He couldn’t wait. He needed her now. Removing his skirt and underclothes quickly, Vergilius freed his throbbing erection, and with no further ado, slammed it hard into the NCR trooper’s pussy. She renewed her struggles, but only achieved deeper welts on her wrists and ankles. Vergilius loved breaking in the feisty ones. He loved feeling them buck and writhe underneath him, helpless to stop him.

The situation was bringing him close, but he knew that Aurelius would have him crucified if he impregnated an unsold slave, and knew he had to act fast. He pulled out of the woman’s pussy, and clambered forward. He untied her gag, but the woman’s grunts of exertion were soon silenced again when he replaced the rag with his cock.

He drove his shaft deep into her throat. She choked and spluttered, unable to breathe. With a guttural growl, Vergilius reached his peak and let loose in her mouth. With another choke and cough, cum dribbled out of the sides of her mouth and ran in little white rivulets down to her chin.

With a concerted effort of not allowing her to spit out his salty offerings, Vergilius pulled out and pushed up on her jaw with one hand while holding her nose with the other. The two stared at each other adamantly for several seconds before the trooper unwillingly swallowed.

As soon as he released her, the woman unleashed a stream of curses. It appeared her spirit was fiery than ever. He would have to break that streak.

* * * * *

Two months later, most of the slaves had been sold off. Only the virgin and the marksman were left. The latter couldn’t be sold until her temper was broken.

However, the virgin was being sold that day. “Gentlemen,” Vergilius said to the buyers, “This woman is the most valuable of my recent captures. She is a fair cook, and I can verify for myself her prowess on her knees.”

This elicited a chuckle from the assembly.

“But, good men, but, the most valuable thing about her is that she has not bedded another. She is a virgin. See for yourself.”

The slave did as she had been instructed to do so earlier, and spread her legs wide open to the crowd, displaying her virginity. “We wills start the bidding at four aureii.”

A young officer raised his hand down in front. “Four aureii to you sir.” Another hand went up near the back. “Five aureii for the man in the back, six for the man in the center there.”

The bidding stopped momentarily. “No more takers? Going once… going twice…”

“Ten aureii,” came a voice from the top of the main building. Aurelius of Phoenix stood there in full armor.

No more bids were issued. “Sold, to the Centurion Aurelius of Phoenix.” Vergilius turned to his newly-sold slave. “Run along now. I’m sure that he has big plans for you.” With a smack to the rear from her old master, the girl ascended the steps to meet her new master.

Vergilius dispersed the crowd, and made his way to his own quarters. He’d been offered the storage shack as a place to break in the last slave.

She sat bound on the floor. Her gag had been removed, as she was slowly getting the picture that more snide remarks meant more beatings. Her ass cheeks were still a brighter red than her hair from the spanking she’d been given before the auction.

The Decanus had been trying everything he could to break her will. Punishing her when she refused, rewarding her after sex with a meal, and breaking down her self-esteem, but still she held a strong iron conviction. Vergilius still had one more option.

He approached her still form. “You know, I’m getting quite tired of trying to break you myself. Tonight, I’ll let my boys all have a go at you, and we’ll see how amiable you feel come morning.”

* * * * *

Evelyn O’Hara hadn’t been too lucky lately. Her wages had been feeding Primm’s casino for weeks, but then it all took a turn for the sinister when the Legion attacked the little town. Naturally, being possessed of her mother’s temper, Evelyn had made quick enemies with her captors, which led to the first rape. Since then, she’d been abused horribly.

Every day when she refused the leader of the group that got her, she’d be spanked, then raped again. She’d almost become accustomed to the salty taste of semen. After two months of her torture, she’d been given an ultimatum.

“Tonight, I’ll let my boys all have a go at you, and we’ll see how amiable you feel come morning.

That night, he made good on his threat. The decanus had roughly dragged Evelyn to the campfire his contubernia was centered around, and told his men to do as they pleased.

Uniforms were quickly discarded as grimy fingers ran across every inch of her body, pinching and pulling, squeezing and grasping.

“Vergilius says we just can’t finish up inside her cunt,” one of them said. “Let’s have a night to remember, boys.”

Evelyn struggled weakly against her bonds, but it wasn’t any use. One man pulled her down on top of him, facing her away, and probing the one place she’d not yet been violated. “No, not there, not-“

She was cut off when another Legionary shoved his cock into her mouth. A third joined in, fucking her pussy. Evelyn squirmed to try to avoid it, but the man below her managed to lift her up, and brought her down slowly onto his length.

Oh my God, oh my God, there’s no way it’s going to fit! she thought as the man’s cock slid slowly into her bowels. The three found a rhythm, each thrusting in turn. Every time the behind her thrust into her ass, she felt another fiery lance of pain.

The one in her mouth finished first, depositing his load in her mouth. He gave her the usual treatment, but being accustomed to it now, she swallowed after a bit. “Good girl,” he said, giving her a slap with his half-erect cock.

Another was about to take his place, but the man fucking her ass stopped him. “I’m almost done, and I want to see what that bitch’s face looks like when it’s covered in spunk.” Just by the way he talked, Evelyn could tell the man was a first-generation introduction from a raider tribe. He pulled out of her ass, leaving it feeling empty, before stroking himself a few times and spilling his cum on her face. Trickles of it dripped down to her chin. “Now suck me dry,” he ordered, waving his cock in front of her mouth.

Evelyn shook her head. “That wasn’t a question,” he said, pinching her nose. “Open wide.” Unwillingly, she opened her mouth to admit him. His still-stiff member only needed a little sucking to coax a smaller orgasm from him. He gave her an affectionate squeeze. “There’s a good girl. Swallow all of it.”

* * * * *

The next morning, Evelyn had been returned to her usual place in the storage shack, but considerably worse for wear. Her ass was still sore from its first penetrations, and the cheeks were still red from the multiple spankings she’d received. Semen still sat on her face and breasts. She felt used.

Vergilius entered the shack and looked down at her. “How the mighty has fallen,” he said. She felt his boot nudge her side. “You look tired,” he commented. “Are you feeling a little less adamant now?”

“Yes, master.”

I would love this SO MUCH. SO SO SO MUCH ASFLKSDJHFSKJD

god idek just make it work anons. maybe House has his mind on a back-up drive or something so when Yes Man uploads himself onto the mainframe shit goes down?

of course, plot is completely unnecessary. all I want is House as aggressor and Yes Man all "oh gosh I wish I could say no PLEASE DON'T PUT THAT IN THERE" or whatever he would say in response to cyber-rape.

don't look at me like that you know you want it too

In which the think tank realises that cyborg bodies are infinitely better than brain bots. Or maybe they decide to use the technology from Z-38 to get their own holograms. After all, being able to open doors is a big thing.

I don't know, anons. All I know is that Dr 0 is amazing and cute and this needs to happen.

Sooo, we all know Butch is a big 'butch' guy with his whole tunnel snake facade - but I think deep down he's a big softie that would get scared of the easiest thing... I'm looking for him as a companion to the (preferably unnamed) lone wanderer and perhaps they venture into a vault, or somewhere 'scary'... he gets petrified and she'll make it better... in any way you want her too. :'3 Tons of love to anyone who picks this up just to brighten my miserable day with it! <3

I want to see Boone listening to "Jesus Take The Wheel" and sobbing.

I'M A WOMAN; I HAVE MY NEEDS.

Eek! Chilling and erotic- nice going!

Thanks- even though I'd had this ending in mind since the beginning, I was still afraid it might come across as a cop-out. Good to know it worked!

"Really, darling," said the Courier to House, stroking a bit of machinery in place of his body, "if I'm going to be working with you, you need to think of me as a partner. You've got to trust me a little."

"I repeat, Caesar is not to be harmed, nor should your efforts concentrate on disabling the Legion."

"You aren't the one out there talking to them, though. We really can't keep them around. The Brotherhood of Steel would be a much better enemy to build up to keep the NCR in place- they hate the Bears, and they're too crazy to be a serious threat against New Vegas."

It was impossible to tell what House's expression might have been; the monitor showed the same handsome, old-fashioned gentleman it always did. A pity, since so much could be told through facial tics and body language. As it was, she'd have to trust in her conversational abilities without backup.

The Courier stretched as if tired.

"I've got to get some sleep, honey. We can talk some more in the morning."

"I wonder, Courier, if I can be entirely sure of your loyalty."

"Don't be silly. You know you're the best sugar daddy a girl could ask for." The Courier put a tune into her voice, an old song Marilyn Monroe had once done in a movie. "My heart belongs to daddy, so I simply mustn't be bad!"

It was true that she was tired. There was no rest for the wicked, nor for the good but guileful. She'd have to hope Boone was already asleep (assuming he did sleep- sometimes she wasn't quite sure.) It would be a pain to have to sneak into her suite, pretend to sleep, then sneak out again within the space of an hour. She'd have to take the chance, and make a good excuse if he caught her.

Getting into the elevator and pulling her Nightstalker stole tight around her shoulders, the Courier pushed the button for the lobby. There was business to conduct, business Boone and Veronica and House wouldn't understand- especially considering who her temporary business partner would be.

The Courier had a date with a fox tonight.

I'm seriously loving this, a!a. Can't wait for the next part! :D <3

Serious question - Is Arcade part of the raging feminist army? ;)

Do want much! Yes please!

Ohh, this was good! I love how you described the pain in a subtle but apparent way.

"My heart belongs to daddy, so I simply mustn't be bad!"

All of my love, right here A!A. I love the courier I love the storyline.. It' just so perfect. I cant wait to see more!

I was playing Fallout 3 again and noticed that when you go back to Vault 101 in response to their emergency signal, not one of them makes a comment on your companion. I showed up with Dogmeat and Fawkes and not one battered an eyelid. You would figure, being Vaulties, they would flip the fuck out at Super Mutant and a dog, something they have never seen before just popping up while they are already freaked out.

So basically I want a story about how their reactions should have been, all "OMFG" and Butch freaking out and thinking Fawkes is the Boogeyman or something as dorky as that XD
You can change Fawkes to Charon, as people would freak and think he's an actual zombie or something, if you would prefer.

No pairings please! I would rather just have the Lone Wandering being BFFs with said non-human companions and being all "Wut?" at the Vaulties reaction.

I'm working on it now A!A. I'm still not sure if it will be vignettes or if I'm going to work this all into a fic, but a fill is on the way!

Yeah, I definitely never would have thought Anders, but that is a nice surprise. You did rescue him from a gruesome death on a cross, after all, so the least you deserve is some gentle, anonymous (though not anymore) sexings. I LOVE THIS A!A PLEASE TO BE MORE

I loved this Butch/Cass fic (http://falloutkinkmeme.livejournal.com/2868.html?thread=3804980#t3804980) and now I want some more Butch-Cassidy funtimes.

Courier!Butch saunters into the Mojave Outpost bar, orders a whiskey, sees a pissed-off looking ginger cowgirl giving him the evil eye, and decides to figure out what that bitch's problem is. Rest is history, baby.

Butch-Cassidy causin' a ruckus in the Wastes, with Cass calling most of the shots but making Butch think it was his idea all along. Butch slowly realizes that this redheaded redneck hick is kinda foxy and Cass begins to warm up to the greasy turd (despite viewing him before as the "idiot kid brother I never wanted"). BIG bonus points if at first Cass treats Butch like an annoying, spoiled city kid and Butch thinks she's the bitchiest bitch to ever bitch . . . but they get over the age difference/each other's crap eventually and have lots of drunken fun.

Seconded so hard!

Is tumblr's robosexual fetish spilling over to the meme again? I approve of this.

Fallout Kink Meme Part IV: Closed to prompts, open for fills.

Re: My Knight in shiny Armour 7b/7 - Epilogue (Complete)

Re: Vulpes + F!Courier

Yes, Master (1/4)

Yes, Master (2/4)

Yes, Master (3/4)

Yes, Master (4/4)

Re: Joshua Graham + Follows Chalk

Mr. House/Yes Man - noncon

Dr 0 + F!Courier

F!Lone Wanderer/Butch - Fear comfort, etc.

Boone, crack, calling all art anons

OP says

Re: Worthy of Mars 9/9

Torch Songs 6/?

Re: Torch Songs 6/?

Re: F!Courier and her feminist army

Re: F!LW/Charon: "Draw me like your French girls"

Re: Yes, Master (4/4)

Re: Torch Songs 6/?

Vault 101; the real reactions

Re: F!LW/James - No Regrets

Re: M!Courier/? - Remain Nameless [3d/?]

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Re: Boone/FISTO