He licks his lips, picking up the bitter and crunchy sand. Suddenly, with his dad so close, the entire ordeal seems more like a game. He picks up his injured leg higher, testing the limits of his pain. He picks at his fingernails, relishing in the feeling of being a rugged man. Maybe his dad can talk to the Overseer and they’ll return to the vault. Then he’ll be the toughest boy around, tougher than Butch even.
Houses pass by him, and he makes out the sign of the school. Finally, Jake was almost with his dad. Almost home. With a few final stumbles, he throws the main doors open.
“Dad!”, he yells, but only his echo returns to him. He frowns, worry digging itself back into him. “Dad…” There is a figure in the dark hallway. A female figure. A friend of his dad’s, maybe? He steps forward, but a hand from behind him stops him, wrapping itself around his shoulder.
“What have we here? Look girls, we got company”, a raspy female voices comes from behind him as well.
“D-do you ladies know my dad? He is wearing a vault jumpsuit, like mine”, Jake stutters out, eyes on the ground. The lady from the hallway has stepped forward, revealing herself to be covered in grim and scanty clothed. Rarely had he seen a women with so little clothing, and it makes a heat build in his groin. His dad told him about it, where babies come from. He had done a few things, but always alone. Now was certainly not the time for such things.
“Oh, he is missing his daddy… How old are you boy? Fifteen?”, the women behind him, the women with her arm around his chest asks. She backs up and turns him around to face her. Just before another lady closes the door, and thus darkens the room, he sees her naked breasts and swift curves of her body. She stands a few inches taller than him, giving him a prime view. He can’t help himself, his eyes flow down to her own groin, notices a few stray curls escaping the brown clothes that covers her. The room goes dark, and it takes a moment for his eyes to adjust. He takes the moments escape from his want to answer the question.
“Nineteen”, his eyes stay to her strong and powerful stomach. In the dark, he can barely see the filth clinging to her body. Bravely, his eyes travel up to her breasts and stay there.
“Nineteen! What a big boy. And it looks like our big boy is having big boy thoughts”, the woman laughs. Others around snicker. One seems to jump into a rage.
“Little brat! Let me show him that he doesn’t have the right!”, a women takes a few quick strides to Jake, stealing his attention. She is slightly more clothed, but so very exposed. Her bat steals his final attention though, as it collides with his head.
Butch never hit so hard. Some part of him wants to run back to the vault just to tell Butch he has had girls hit him harder than he can. Most of his brain is scattered in fear though. A dripping terror arises that his dad has probably been hurt by these women too. He has to save him, he thinks. He comes back from his scattered state on the floor, coughing from the dust.
“Oi! Don’t be beating up the kid! I think he might be nice. Been a while since we had a dick around, and I don’t think we have to worry about much trouble from this one”, the first women laughs. The others fall back, listening to their Matriarch. “He seemed just as happy as about it too”, she kneels down to him. He looks up at her, a sudden and deeper fear running through him. Thoughts of his dad are gone; only fear for himself remains. He shrinks away from her, too afraid to confront or run.
Stray Sheep (2/4)
Houses pass by him, and he makes out the sign of the school. Finally, Jake was almost with his dad. Almost home. With a few final stumbles, he throws the main doors open.
“Dad!”, he yells, but only his echo returns to him. He frowns, worry digging itself back into him. “Dad…”
There is a figure in the dark hallway. A female figure. A friend of his dad’s, maybe? He steps forward, but a hand from behind him stops him, wrapping itself around his shoulder.
“What have we here? Look girls, we got company”, a raspy female voices comes from behind him as well.
“D-do you ladies know my dad? He is wearing a vault jumpsuit, like mine”, Jake stutters out, eyes on the ground. The lady from the hallway has stepped forward, revealing herself to be covered in grim and scanty clothed. Rarely had he seen a women with so little clothing, and it makes a heat build in his groin. His dad told him about it, where babies come from. He had done a few things, but always alone. Now was certainly not the time for such things.
“Oh, he is missing his daddy… How old are you boy? Fifteen?”, the women behind him, the women with her arm around his chest asks. She backs up and turns him around to face her. Just before another lady closes the door, and thus darkens the room, he sees her naked breasts and swift curves of her body. She stands a few inches taller than him, giving him a prime view. He can’t help himself, his eyes flow down to her own groin, notices a few stray curls escaping the brown clothes that covers her. The room goes dark, and it takes a moment for his eyes to adjust. He takes the moments escape from his want to answer the question.
“Nineteen”, his eyes stay to her strong and powerful stomach. In the dark, he can barely see the filth clinging to her body. Bravely, his eyes travel up to her breasts and stay there.
“Nineteen! What a big boy. And it looks like our big boy is having big boy thoughts”, the woman laughs. Others around snicker. One seems to jump into a rage.
“Little brat! Let me show him that he doesn’t have the right!”, a women takes a few quick strides to Jake, stealing his attention. She is slightly more clothed, but so very exposed. Her bat steals his final attention though, as it collides with his head.
Butch never hit so hard. Some part of him wants to run back to the vault just to tell Butch he has had girls hit him harder than he can. Most of his brain is scattered in fear though. A dripping terror arises that his dad has probably been hurt by these women too. He has to save him, he thinks. He comes back from his scattered state on the floor, coughing from the dust.
“Oi! Don’t be beating up the kid! I think he might be nice. Been a while since we had a dick around, and I don’t think we have to worry about much trouble from this one”, the first women laughs. The others fall back, listening to their Matriarch. “He seemed just as happy as about it too”, she kneels down to him. He looks up at her, a sudden and deeper fear running through him. Thoughts of his dad are gone; only fear for himself remains. He shrinks away from her, too afraid to confront or run.