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Fallout Kink Meme Part IV: Closed to prompts, open for fills.
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Stray Sheep (1/4)
(Anonymous) 2013-07-31 09:59 pm (UTC)(link)***
“What’dr want, pretty boy?”, Jake’s head snaps back, he grits his teeth and tension wells in his chest. He will not cry.
“I’m wondering if perhaps you saw a man pass through. In a vault jumpsuit, like mine”, Jake asks, turning around slowly to show off his clothes. It is in vain, the rough and jagged man goes back to piecing together his gun in an instant. Jake bites his lip, tears rushing back. He will not cry. His left foot moves back almost on its own, in a need to leave this uncaring man be. But no, he must find his dad. He has to be strong, even if just for now.
“S-so, have you”, Jake asks, trying to put as much force behind his soft voice as possible. He jabs his head up in a push of determined fire, looking down at the man from his long lashes. One of his many black curls sways from the motion. It stills quickly in the stagnant air.
“You wanna know what’d I seen, boy?”, the man gives Jake his full attention now, standing. He smiles wide, showing a jagged maw missing most of its teeth. Jake fights the urge to squirm, having to tilt his head up to look at the man. “Do ya?”, the man asks, excited. He wipes away some drool that starts to spill out of his lips. A snort follows.
“Y-yes, sir. Please”
“Fifty caps”, he smiles. Jake frowns. He’s heard talk of caps. They seem valuable, probably a currency. But he has yet to seen any in person, much less have any.
“Sorry, but I don’t have any caps”, he look down, and the tears finally start to pool in his eyes. “See, I’ve been the vault my whole life with my dad, but my dad left and so the Overseer panicked and I had to leave too. I just want to find my dad”, despite the raw fear and confusion that has clung to the lost boy since his tender steps out of the vault just hours ago, he managed to fight back the tears for leaving his eyes. The man, however, sat back down half way through his story, no interest in him. He hasn’t had much better luck with anyone else, and he needs the information.
“Please sir”, he asks, one final attempt. He needs this information. He can’t let this go.
“Al’ight, al’ight, I’ll let you know”, the man waved his hand in defeat. A small smile spreads across his face. His eyes held no warmth; they were frightening empty even. But at last, he spoke. “Jus’ outsi’e the ‘ates of Megaton, go straight. ‘Ight on through the town, to the schoo’. I ‘eard he was makin’ camp there”, he smiles wider, but Jake was already off. He knew his dad couldn’t be that far.
“Thanks mister!”, he yells back, almost forgetting his manners. He hurries through the gates, but pauses as he leaves the relative safety of the city. Outside, it is truly cruel. Sand whips through the air, covering sounds just enough to make them unidentifiable. Already, he had been confronted by a strang animal. A giant, hairless rat that left a deep bite in his leg, the worst injury of his life. Worse than when Butch threw him against those pipes. He was left bleeding and afraid that he was going to die. After staying down and crying for some time, he realized that he had to keep moving. He took his undershirt and tied it around his leg. It still hurts, throbs with heat. He is worried about an infection, but once he gets to his dad, he can fix it up. And he’ll show his dad how strong he is too.
Stray Sheep (2/4)
(Anonymous) 2013-08-01 02:22 am (UTC)(link)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 (3/5)
(Anonymous) 2013-08-01 02:27 am (UTC)(link)“Been with a…I have been in the same room as women, yeah…”, maybe it was just the dizziness that still persisted, but he doesn’t understand what she is getting at. He hopes for mercy. A chorus of laughter rings out and he thinks he got it.
“That’s a no. Isn’t it sweet? I think we should show him the ropes ladies!”, some of the women slink back, displeased. Most however cheered as their leader gave the boy his role in their society. “So,”, she begun, turning back to Jake. “You’ve never seen what us ladies have down here?”, she rubs her groin firmly and his eyes can be nowhere else. “Not even in pictures?”
One day Butch had a magazine with pictures of women. Him and his gang were crowded around them. Jake peeked briefly, before blushing and hurrying away. Still, none of the women showed what exactly was down there. In fact, the women here were dressed in much the same way, some even less clothed.
“No”, Jake says mindlessly, still watching the Matriarch rub herself. She rests a foot in a hole in the wall above his head, giving him a prime view from his place on the ground. The tension continues to build in his groin, and soon his hand goes down there as well.
Instantly, the Matriarch’s heel is rammed into his gut. He twists in pain for a moment, lost to world yet again. When he returns, the Matriarch is sitting on her haunches right above him, looking down at him. More women have moved in, some holding down his limbs. “You’re not allowed to touch yourself. You are not allowed to do anything until I give the word. You are my sex toy now”, she tells him a firm voice. In a swift movement, she tears the cloth off of her firm hips and presses her crotch into his face. “Now, lick”, he demands. He can hardly see around her hairs, and a strong smell enters his nose. It’s wet, he notices. Curiosity demands that his fingers explore the new region, but remembering the Matriarch’s demand, he instead uses his tongue. His eyes drift closed to build a better mental picture, but the howls of the women around him remain.
Her lips are already parted due to her pose, and his tongue explores the inside of the canyon. The clitoris, his tongue flows around it, feeling it thoroughly. Above him, the Matriarch pants and grunts encouraging words. He shifts lower, and finds the hole. He’s never seen the act, but he knows it, and he knows he wants to enter that hole. He returns to the clit in a single, long lick, happy to hear the Matriarch is pleased. Everything is about pleasing her. If he pleases her, maybe she’ll let his dad go. Maybe she’ll let him be inside her like he knows he wants to be. She continues to pant happily, growling if he starts to move his tongue in less pleasing ways. Her hand goes to his head, guiding him as well.
Her second hand touches his own groin, and heat rushes through him. He wants nothing more than for her to continue, but her hands leaves and she stands. He is still dizzy, but he doubts it is still from the blow to his head.
Stray Sheep (4/5)
(Anonymous) 2013-08-01 02:28 am (UTC)(link)The Matriarch works his jump suit off. His soft and delicate toes curl around a grimy and bloody cloth on the floor. He can only hope that he will be allowed to be inside this woman, to do what nature demands. “Look, he isn’t even that bad of a size. Not great, but not bad”, the Matriarch has finally freed his own crotch. He can’t see, but he knows that he is erect. Her hand pumps him up and down before he can feel his head being rolled around that wet canyon his tongue was just in. He gasps, but the women above him growls and pulls his hair, forcing his attention back to her. He continues, sucking lightly on her clit.
He can feel himself being plunged into the warmth a moment later. He bites back a second gasp, instead grabbing the second-in-command’s hips. The Matriarch doesn’t pause, and instead starts moving up and down. It destroys his rhythm with the women above him, but no matter how much she growls or pulls his hair, he cannot regain it. He doesn’t notice when she gives up and removes herself from him. He can feel the Matriarch rise and fall, several times fully liberating his erection from her body. But she would also rush back down, burying him deep inside her. Jake can feel a rush flow through him, pushing him to his orgasm.
“Slicer! Make sure my big boy here doesn’t cum until he is given permission to”, the Matriarch calls out. A woman appears from the crowd, malicious grin sown onto her face. She says nothing, but pulls out a dirty knife
until the pressure finally builds too high for him and he is spilling into the Matriarch. Her hips grind into his. She had already received her release moments before.
“That’s a good boy, get it all inside me”, she stands once he is done. The second in command leaves her spot as well.
“He better have another one in him”, she sneers.
“Practice makes perfect”, the Matriarch says happily. Her finger dips down inside herself and returns with a smear of semen. “And there will be lots of practice”, she leaves the room happily and naked. Jake looks back around himself, seeing the other women, maybe a dozen of them. Most were naked at this point. Many were rubbing themselves, some sitting and spread wide, giving him a view of what he only tastes. A few others had paired up and were using tongues or fingers on each other.
“Oh good, he does have another round in him!”, the second in command chirps happily. In a breath she jumps on his hips and grabs his semi-hard member. She has to force it inside her, but once she does it quickly hardens again. He is again plunged inside warmth. This time, women gawk over his face, playing with his curls while the First Mate rams into him. He was barely erect when he entered her, and the few moments it takes for her to orgasm is not long enough for him to do the same. As soon as the First Mate leaves, two more women pounce on him, one quickly replacing the spot on his hips. The other sits on his face. He knows the drill at this point, though lust has waned. He finds himself scared, unsure of how to leave or where to go. He realizes that he dad was probably never here, that the man tricked him.
Stray Sheep (5/5)
(Anonymous) 2013-08-01 02:29 am (UTC)(link)“Isn’t it my turn yet?”, the women on his face asks.
“I want some cum in me, give me a minute”, she says, still keeping her fast pace. She rocks back and forth on him until not even the pain from the dirty fingers digging into his raw flesh can hold him back. “There he goes…”, she sighs “I want to be a mommy”, she smiles, getting off of him. Between the fear, pain, and exhaustion, he keeps his eyes closed, working on the women on top of his face and listening to the voices around him.
“Think he can go for a third round?”
“Looks like Slicer is just as happy beating him as fucking him”
“Maybe somebody should suck his dick”
“Ew! I ain’t doing it”
“Get the Bitch to do it. That is what bitches are for!”
A mouth falls onto his own member, working it for a long while before it can get erect once again. The women on his face shudders her orgasm and leaves.
“Next time I better get some cock”, she gripes before going to a corner. And then another women came unto his hips, and onto on his mouth. He is not left alone until each women was pleasured, though after this point his member failed all attempt of resurrection. He could do nothing but cry and call out vainly for his dad. His hand holds his abused and sore crotch. Bruises flare across his hips and in a few odd places where he was hit. Deep cuts interrupt the soft flesh often. Slicer lives her to her name.
Jake wants to leave. He wants nothing more than to limp back to the grungy city of Megaton, to safety, and sleep. Thoughts of finding his dad and returning to the vault are forgotten. At this moment, he might feel it is impossible, or maybe just not imminent. Either way, he wants gone. But the big double doors, leading to the night sky and sick laughter. It is Slicer’s laugh, he learns her sounds quickly. The same laugh she made ramming a stick into his hurt leg. Gun shots sounds out, louder than anything he’s ever heard in the vault. Slicer woops and guttural, deathly sounds join hers. Jake whimpers and curls deeper into himself.
The movement causes pain to echo out from seemingly all his muscles. It brings him back slightly, reminding him that his body still does exist, and he is in fact firmly rooted in it. Though, for the first time since leaving the vault, he doesn’t want to see his dad. He doesn’t want his dad to see him, lying there naked, bleeding, and crying softly with only the threat of another beating keeping him in check.
It’ll get better, once his dad finds him.