Welcome to the Wasteland (closed)

The sun was unbearingly hot upon her pale skin as Lucy made her way across the wasteland. How did anyone survive out here?! She groaned in frustration and pushed her glasses up her nose as they'd begun to slip from sweat. Her dark auburn hair was tied tightly in a messy bun and her fair, freckled complexion was burned from the sun. She'd been following the same road for hours and hadn't seen any buildings, just crushed vehicles and endless dessert.

She'd heard tales of the wastes growing up. Tales of mutated animals and giant bugs; of intense radiation and a pale yellow sky; of barbaric raiders who liked to play with their prey before slaughtering them. She'd never wanted to step foot out here. She wasn't adventurous; she had no desire to try her luck out in the wastes, but unfortunately the wasteland was where she found herself.

Lucy had been deemed decidedly average in all aspects. The GOAT had dictated her fate, and she was not one of the fortunate. Due to food shortages and over crowding, the lowest scoring students were forced out of the vault and into the wastes when they turned 18, tasked with scouting out something of value to bring back to the community. If the overseer was pleased with her discovery, she'd be permitted to return. The problem was, in all her years growing up in the vault, she'd only witnessed a handful of scouts allowed back in. The majority never returned. She'd always wondered what happened to them. Were they living their lives out in the wastes? Or had they perished to any number of threats the wasteland had to offer? Hopefully she wouldn't have to find out.

She'd been on the move for several days now, wandering about aimlessly, in search of something valuable to bring back to her people. So far they only things she found that may be of value were some mysterious pills labeled "buffout" and a silky nightie she's buried at the bottom of her backpack. Well okay, the nightie wasn't exactly valuable but she'd been wearing vault issued clothing her entire life - it was nice to see something different. Though she'd yet to find a place secure enough for her to sleep in it. All she'd had to eat in the last few days was some stale crackers and one of those mysteriously persevered precooked meals, and to make matters worse she was running out of purified water.

She was beginning to lose hope of any civilization of any kind when she finally spotted a junkyard in the distance. Ah-ha! Surely she would find something of value there. As she neared the building with the metal piles stacked two stories high, her heart leapt when she spotted a pair of humans and a dog off to the side of the building.

Lucy approached the junkyard slowly and with some apprehension, but she felt she had no choice but to risk approaching the two figures. They looked human, so she deemed it safe enough to approach. She rested her hand on the lazer pistol

"H-hello?" She croaked, voice hoarse from dehydration and lack of use. "Nice to meet you. I'm wondering if you have some wa--" before she got a chance to finish her sentence, the two men leaped into action and the mutt came bounding forward. She shrieked and reached for the lazer pistol docked at her side, but her hand had hardly brushed against it when the dog leaped onto her and pinned her to the ground.

The two men followed after their dog. They were decked out in spikes and blood splattered leather armor. "Haha good job, Roxy! Looks like you've caught us ae fresh meat. And this one looks extra fresh," the bald headed raider said, grinning cheekily at her. Half of his teeth were missing, causing the young vault dweller to recoil in even greater horror.

"P-please. I don't want any trouble!" She begged as the raiders called their dog off and hefted her to her feet.

"There's barely a scratch on her," the raider with the mohawk agreed. He dug his spiked brass knuckles into her throat just hard enough to draw a little blood, and tightened his grip around her midsection. It was clear her pleas fell on deaf ears. "She's a little plump too," the mohawked raider said, squeezing her stomach roughly as he jerked her body against him.

"Please... Please don't kill me," she begged. She was exhausted and beginning to get hysterical. Streaks of tears washed a path through the dirt and sweat on her face.

"Hahaha don't worry, girly. If you play nice we may just keep you around."

With that said, the bald raider moved in while the mohawked raider held her captive against his body. The bald raider hooked his fingers into the neckline of her vault suit and ripped it open, revealing her modest breasts concealed by a thin cotten bra.

The bald man actually whistled as he surveyed her body with his eyes. "Such nice, pale flesh. Clean. The freshest of fresh meat," he declared, then pressed his sweaty, greasy body against her.

Sandwiches between the two raiders, Lucy was helpless. She whimpered as more tears stained her cheeks as the raiders began to have their way with her. The mohawked one behind her slipped a hand down her plain white panties as his partner ran his tongue from her cheek to chest, tasting her soapy skin.

"Please... Please stop. I'm begging you!" She sobbed, struggling weakly in Mohawk's grasp. The pair of raiders just laughed at her struggle and fondled her harder. Baldy's calloused, grubby hands squeezed greedily at her breasts as his tongue licked up and down her slender neck in long, broad strokes, savoring the sweet smell and taste of Miss Vault 169.

"Mmh her cunt's all nice and trimmed. Makes it easy to-" the sound of Lucy's own cry eclipsed his rude words as he thrust a finger inside her.

She'd never been penetrated before. After all, she'd been deemed average, and above average residents of the vault were discouraged from speaking with her. Even those of the same status were told not to mate. That's what happened to her parents, after all. They hadn't been selected for the breeding program as they hadn't been deemed special enough, but they'd fallen in love anyway and had Lucy. But Lucy could not remember her parents, for their act of defiance had got them kicked out of the vault. She'd always been warned to be a good girl or face the same fate. She had been good, but it wasn't good enough.

Mohawk began fingering her roughly; inserted a second finger and began pumping his fingers in and out of her dry pussy. Lucy whimpered and kicked, but it didn't seem to matter what she did, the pair of raiders kept treating her roughly, dirty hands and mouths crawling all over her.

"Hold her steady so I can fuck her," Baldy ordered, tearing her vault suit down the rest of the way so it pooled around her ankles.

"No, oh God, please no!" She squirmed uselessly against their hold, their larger frames and predatory instincts keeping her easily in place. She managed to get one kick in, but then Mohawk had wrenched his fingers from her cunt and slapped his hand repeatedly against her ass as his spiked knuckles drew pinprinks of blood from her neck, digging in deeper the harder she struggled.

As they were arguing over who got to violate her first, Lucy tried to come up with a way to break free, but she wasn't the brightest and the intensity of the situation was making it impossible to think, so she ended up speaking honestly. "Please... Just...Be gentle. I'm a virgin." For some stupid reason she thought that would work - gain her some sympathy, but admitting her purity only backfired. The raiders howled in delight and sped up their movements; Baldy quickenly stripping out of his pants, preparing to ruin her. Lucy sobbed and wiggled uselessly in Mohawk's grasp, praying this was all a bad dream she'd wake up from.

John Caleb was a hardened waste lander of 27 years old, and had been doing well for himself lately. It seemed to be Lucy's lucky day as the junkyard she had gotten to was one of his favorite places to go to scavenge from for trading items. Plus, he hated raiders with a passion.

While the front was mostly open, as Lucy was able to see the main office building easily, the other three sides were protected by chain link fence covered over by large sheets of metal. There had been a front fence and gate to the place, but it had been torn down by various methods.

Running in his suit of power armor wasn't exactly silent, the grass muffled most of the impact beneath him. He had heard voices as he ran along the side of the junkyard fence, coming around the corner quickly. He wasn't expecting to see a raider holding a young woman while another naked man stood close to her. He frowned for a moment as he picked up his pace, charging towards the trio. Baldy had barely time to register the stranger, stepping back a foot from Lucy.

"Who th--!"

Baldy's words and breathe were ripped from him as John slammed into the raider. The raider was lifted up and backwards from the impact, landing on the ground a few feet away. John didn't stop, stomping over the raider and crushing his head. Mohawk was stunned in surprise for a couple of seconds before pushing Lucy aside as he scrambled to pull out his pistol. John pulled his guass pistol off his hip and swung around towards Mohawk as couple of bullets pinged off the right shoulder of his armor. He fired three quick shots at the raider. The first one missed. The second shot blew a chunk out of the raider's right arm, causing him to scream and dropped his pistol. The scream was cut off as the third round punctured his throat, blowing out the back of his neck. The raider crumpled to the ground.

Meanwhile, a large mound of fur came after John, pouncing on the raider's dog. Though dinghy looking, the large great dane was a powerhouse for the raider's dog to deal with. The great dane, Benjamin, was outfitted with leather armor and a spiked collar to protect his neck. The fight between the dogs took a little longer, but Benjamin was soon the victor with a few cuts.

John turned his attention to Lucy now, putting his pistol back in it's holster.

"Are you ok miss?"

"I - I think so," Lucy answered the heavily armored man quietly, still laying in a heap on the ground. Everything had happened so quickly and her head was still spinning. She took several deep breaths on the ground, steadying herself. Once she'd regained her wits, she slowly got to her feet and yanked her tarnished vault suit back up over her shoulders and clutched it together in front of her torso like a shield. The raiders had broken the zipper in their eagerness to defile her. At least this gave her an opportunity to use her nightgown, though she'd love to get herself a suit of the super sized armor her savior had.

She looked into his beady, glowing eyes inset in the large helmet. "Thank you," she said sincerely, "Really. Thank you so much. I don't know what I would have done if you hadn't showed up." She turned then to his companion then, the great dane who had beat the raider's mutt into submission. "And thank you, doggy!" she said, smiling through her tear-stained cheeks, happy to be alive.

She faced away from the man then to recover her laser pistol, which had ended up a fair distance away during the struggle. She tucked it back into the holster at her waist, armed and dangerous oncec again. Well, probably still not very dangerous. She was fairly certain this man could end her life just by body slamming her hard enough in that elaborate armor of his.

"I'm Lucy," she told him, sticking out her hand cautiously. Hopefully he wouldn't crush it within his metal gloves. "May I see the face of the one who saved my life?"

"I'm John."

He took her hand carefully in his for a moment, the metal warm to the touch. He smiled for a moment inside the helmet hearing her request to see his face. He would have to get out of the armor first, but he wasn't sure things were safe yet.

"I don't mind, but it's better if we get in a more secure location."

He stepped away from her, walking to a wrecked truck near the corner of the fence. He grabbed it by the front bumper, easily lifting it up with the help of the armor. He shifted it off to one side, revealing a flat metal plate in the ground. He pulled up a little handle before lifting the plate up and open. A ladder lead down to a buried shipping container that was designed to act as a bomb shelter for a short time. There was a single twin bed and a few shelves with supplies for a few days.

"You'll be safe from prying eyes down there. Wait down there while I make sure everything is clear."

He stepped away from the hatch to let her go down, heading towards the broken bodies of the two raiders. He grabbed a large metal sheet from a nearby pile of scrap, walking over to the dead bodies. His dog gave her a gentle lick on her right hand before walking along beside his master.

Lucy watched in awe as John lifted the truck like a superhero. That super armor was really powerful. She would have to ask him where he'd gotten it once they were in a safe location. John moved the truck aside, revealing a small manhole in the ground. John told her to enter, and she nodded, smiled at his dog as it licked her hand before following his master. Then she entered the manhole without hesitation as John checked out the area. She was used to enclosed places after all, growing up in a vault.

Once inside the shipping container turned bunker, she took in the meager sights. A single bed was pushed to the corner and a couple metal shelves with food, meds, and bullets were pushed up against the walls. Lucy's attention was immediatly drawn to the food and the glistening purified water. She rushed over to the supply shelves like a crazed animal. Lucy gulped down the water first, some of it dribbling down her chin in her haste. Water had never tasted so good. She tore into a chip bag next, ripping it openly with gusto, dropping some of them on the floor. Like a ravenous creature, she devoured its contents within seconds, and then gathered the ones on the floor. She was just dipping into a can of cram when John entered, but Lucy was so distracted by the treasure trove of food she didn't even realize.

Checking the dead bodies, he really didn't come up with much. They only had a couple of n99s, some leather armor, a handful of rounds on both of them, and a handful of caps. Only a little satisfied, he rolled the dead bodies on the metal sheet before pulling out and around behind the junkyard. Satisfied, he chucked the metal back over the fence before making a circuit. There was no further signs of any more raiders or anything else, so John went back into the junkyard.

He rolled up the garage door on the side of the building, revealing a nice little workshop. He walked over to the Power Armor station he had, hopping out of the suit. It was running a little low on power, but he would take care of that later. He had a guest to attend to, a very surprising and mysterious guest.

After locking up the workshop, John made his way to the underground shelter, leaving his dog to stand watch. He closed the hatch and locked it with a lock to keep anyone from getting inside too quickly. Turning around, he smirked for a moment to see Lucy pigging out on his supplies. He shook his head as he walked towards her.

"Did anyone teach you manners?"

He came up behind her, slipping an arm around her waist. His large hand slipped inside her torn vault suit, fingers caressing at her stomach. His other hand slid over her left breast, squeezing the sweet flesh between his fingers. He leaned his face quite close to hers, smelling how clean she was.

"I think some payment is in order."

Lucy yelped and dropped the cram when she heard John's voice. In her starved state, she hadn't heard him come in. He repreminded her, asking if anyone had taught her any manners. Manners? Did anyone have manners out here? She tried to turn around to face him, but before she got a chance he was behind her, feeling her up just as the raiders had.

John felt her up like she belonged to him, like she owed him for saving her and eating his food. One hand held her securely by the stomach as the other fondled her left breast. Fear welled up inside her and she started whimpering in fear when he leaned in closer, breathing in her fresh scent deeply.

What was that saying? Out of the fire and into the frying pan? Or something like that? She still hadn't got to see what he looked like, but now she pictured him as a grotesque figure, an ugly, creepy man. One glance back would correct that notion, but as it were she was locked in place.
Were there no men out here with some decency? Well it was 3 for 3 then. It just fucking figured that the very first humans she encountered were goddamn rapists.

She took a deep breath to steady herself and tried to be smart about this.

"I'm sorry..." she started softly, pulse fluttering rapidly as she fought against the urge to start squirming in his arms. She knew it would be no use. She was not strong enough to get out his grasp, even though he wasn't wearing power armor anymore. She was less than average in her SPECIAL; scored low on the GOAT. She was a failure. Fuck! She was so goddamned fucked! "Please, have mercy. I'm starving. I haven't eaten in 3 days... please, please. I thought you were one of the good guys," she pleaded, trying to reason with him.

He gave a little chuckle for a moment at her words. She was talking about him being a good guy when she was the one who was just as bad.

"You should listen to your own words and think about your actions. After all, you started just taking my things like a common little thief. Right?"

He just continued to hold her against him, his fingers stroking lightly over her stomach. He moved his fingers down along her waist to touch teasingly above her virgin mound, but didn't go any further.

"Those raiders would be even worse than this right now."

His fingers pinched her nipple gently for a moment before slowly rolling it between his fingers. After a few moments, he shifted to her other breast, teasing and squeezing as well.

Lucy felt angry when he laughed at her, calling her a thief. How dare he be so mean to her! She was literally on the verge of starvation. She breathed deeply and tried to calm herself. She was afraid yelling at him would make matters worse for her in this vulnerable position. "I-I did steal," she admitted solemly, "But I only did so because I'm starving. Please... I'm not used to living out here, you've got to understand."

John kept holding her smaller body firmly against his own, holding her captive against his muscular frame. He told her the raiders would have been worse as he rolled her nipple between his fingers gently, his other hand dangerously close to her pubic mound. Lucy couldn't hold back a soft, almost indiscernible whimper at his touch. "You're right. They would have been. I'm sorry, please, please forgive me. I am really grateful to you for saving me... but please, just let me go. I won't steal anything more - I promise."

"Let you go? Without paying the price?"

He enjoyed the way she felt in his hands, such smooth and clean skin. It was a rarity for a woman to be this clean. Soap was a rarity as far as he knew. He mmed as he smelled her once more, his breathe hot against her neck.

"So sweet and clean..."

His fingers continued to play with her nipples, tugging and twisting on them gently. His other hand finally moved over her pubic mound, fingers softly running up and down her virgin folds. He didn't try to enter her with his finger, instead his fingertip sought out her sensitive clit. His fingertip rolled her clit slowly in small circles beneath it as another finger stroked softly up and down her wetting folds.

Lucy finally came to the realization he wasn't going to just let her go as John breathed her in and hummed with pleasure at her soapy smell. Even though it had been several days since she'd been kicked out of the vault, and all she could smell on her skin was sweat, apparently she must have retained some of that "fresh out the vault" soapy smell regardless.

She let out another whimper when his finger slipped inside her white cotton panties and staring making careful circles around her clit. She started to pant and her pulse quickened, body responding to him of its own accord, despite how her mind wanted her to react. John's touch was much more tender than the raiders. He was slow and gentle, exploring her body like she imagined a lover would. But he was not a lover. He was feeling her up against her will. He may be gentler than the raiders, but he was still forcing her. She felt his other finger slide along her rapidly slickening folds, teasing her slit while he massaged her clit.

"Pl-please," she gasped, stifling a moan. "I still haven't seen your face." At this point of course she didn't care, but she thought perhaps she'd have an opportunity to run if he loosened his grasp and turned her around.

"All in due time Lucy."

He figured she might try something, but he had the feeling she wouldn't be able to get far as she was. He knew he was acting no better than any raider, but he had always been a sucker for a pretty red head. He inhaled the scent of her once more, enjoying it immensely. The leather pants he wore did conceal his arousal, but it was getting a little uncomfortable.

His fingers moved from her breasts to stroke slowly up and down her stomach as he felt her clean skin. His fingertip began to slowly rub her clit up and down for a few seconds before going side to side. His other finger continued to explore along her slick folds before slowly working it's way into her, slowly sliding in and out up only to the first knuckle.

"You feel so wonderful Lucy."

"Mmm," she bit her cheek to prevent herself from letting out a sinful moan as he worked a finger inside her while the other teased her clit. It was a stark contrast to the raider from earlier who'd slammed his finger inside her dry pussy all the way in one full motion, causing her pain. John worked his finger inside her gently, taking care she was wet enough to receive it. He didn't go all the way inside, but inserted his finger in about halfway, before withdrawing and then slowly entering her again. All the while he toyed with her clit, switching from circles to up and down, back and forth. Fuck! This shouldn't feel so good.

Lucy liked the way her name sounded on his lips. He breathed her in deeply; He said she felt wonderful. No one had ever said something like that to her before. Lucy moaned softly, unable to help herself as a familiar sensation began building, though in the past that feeling had only been brought on by her own hand.

She tried to quiet herself when she realized she'd begun moaning wantonly, but her slick pussy was also giving her away. "John..." she breathed. "Why are you doing this?" Perhaps conversation would distract her from the immense pleasure he was building within her, that threatening to spill over at any moment.

"Because...it's your payment..."

He did want to say that he was doing it because he wanted to, but he didn't want to sound selfishly. He smiled hearing her moan for him, giving away that she was enjoying it. His finger picked up a little more speed on her clit, using it like a little pen to draw imaginary shapes. His finger also picked up as well, pushing deeper into her all the way so she fully engulfed his finger.

It wasn't long before he pressed his finger completely inside her, He probed around inside her gently for her g-spot. Using her as his cue, it wasn't long before he was focused on it rubbing back and forth over it. He did release his grip on her a little with his other hand, slowly pulling the tattered halves of her vault suit downwards.

"So wet and wonderful, Lucy."

Her payment, he'd said. Well, this was certainly a new form of currency. She couldn't stop the moans now as they fell freely from her lips, the delicate friction of his finger rubbing her clit, the other pumping inside her, deeper... deeper.

"Ah!" she cried out suddenly when he slipped his finger all the way in to the last knuckle. He started rubbing something ultra-sensitive inside her and she bucked her hips wildly against his hand. "Fuck! That feels good," she admitted, slamming her hands on the shelf in front of her for support as the pleasure started to become too intense.

He said her name again when he told her how wonderful and wet she was and she was done; her cunt contracted around his finger as he brought her over the edge with his sexy voice. She only vaguely felt him pull her torn vault suit down further, exposing more of her pale, clean, freckled skin to him.

He smiled when he brought her to climax, feeling her grasp tightly around his invading finger. Her juices were warm as they flowed from her, trickling over his hand. He wanted to pull from her and taste her, but he didn't want her getting away yet.

He continued to keep his finger inside her, concentrating on her g-spot with his fingertip in small tight circles. His thumb took over rubbing her clit as he carefully and gently eased a second finger into her to open her up more for him.

"Such a tight cunt, Lucy."

He pushed her suit down to her waist before pushing it further to let it fall to the floor. Then he undid his pants, groaning as his cock was finally freed and hit gently against her ass and back. He shuffled back a little, pulling her back so she was bent over a little more in a better position for him.

Lucy was lost to pleasure for a while as her orgasm swept through her. Her pussy kept clenching and unclenching around his finger uncontrollably as pleasure wrecked her body. Though she hated to admit it, it was far more intense than any orgasm she'd ever given herself. She was still reeling from it as John moved his thumb to her clit so he could slip another finger inside her. He kept rubbing her clit and stroking his fingers against that sweet spot deep inside, and Lucy was afraid she'd never think straight again. The second finger stretched her virgin cunt open further and she whimpered at the feeling of fullness. He said she had a tight cunt in that sexy voice of his and she held back a moan. This was rape. She should not be aroused right now, her pussy should not be leaking this much, sending her juices through her tuft of red pubic hair and down her leg.

When Lucy felt his cock against her backside and his hand pushing her over, angling her to better penetrate her from behind, she screamed and tried to get away. "No, no! Please don't! I don't want my first time to be like this!" she wailed, struggling to free herself from his hold. Was this how she would lose her virginity? Have it forcefully taken from her by a stranger whose face she'd yet to see, rather than willingly given to somehow she loved? Lucy felt tears prick at the corner of her eyes. "Please John, don't do this." She tried to look back at him, but still couldn't get a good view of his face as she tried to tug free from his unyielding grasp.

As she wiggled to try and get free, he finally pulled his fingers out of her. He did smile a little hearing her say this was her first time. It had been a while since he had a lover and a good fuck. It was his lucky day. It was a bit wrong on what he was doing, but he felt she also needed to pay for her stealing as well. His slick fingers reached up and grasped around her neck, keeping her in place.

"Is that so? I promise to be gentle. You still haven't fully paid for your stealing, Lucy."

His other hand grabbed the back of her white, now wet, panties and pushed them down around the middle of her thighs. He shifted just a little as he took a hold of his shaft, rubbing his swollen tip against her slick folds lightly. After a moment, he pushed the tip into her tight, virgin cunt, moaning deeply at how tight she was. It was almost enough to make him cum right then and there.

He gathered himself for a moment to keep from losing control so soon before he began to see-saw in and out of her tight cunt slowly, moaning at how warm and velvety she felt around his cock. His hand did tighten on her neck a little as he soon had himself fully encased by her, hips against hers before he began to thrust slowly in and out of her with full, penetrating thrusts.

"Wonderful, little Lucy..."

Lucy's tears fell freely now as John told her she still owed him and held her neck firmly, anchoring her in place in front of him. His hand was wet from her own slick heat, and she felt ashamed she had enjoyed his touches so much. Struggling just choked her, so she had to remain still. "Please..." she begged, but it fell on deaf ears as John tugged her damp panties down her thighs. "Don't..." She felt his hardness against her folds, urgently seeking entry. "No..."

Then he entered her, slipped his cockhead into her virgin hole. Lucy screamed in pain as her virginity was stolen from her and moved her hips in an attempt to dislodge him, but it was no use; squirming only pushed him deeper, and Lucy mewled in pain. He was ripping her open. His cock was far thicker than his fingers. She'd never even made out with a boy before, just shared a chaste kiss before being reprimanded by the overseers, and now she was getting fucked from behind by a stranger who had, surely no more than even 20 minutes ago, been her savior.

She was surprised when he pushed in deeper, having not realized he wasn't yet in all the way. She gasped at the sharp pain as he broke through her hymen. Some blood trickled down her inner thigh, mixing with her wetness. John started moaning and squeezed her neck tighter, choking her briefly. Lucy was in hysterics - sobbing and wailing and moaning all at once. He praised her again and his voice sent a shiver up her spine. "Stop... stop," she pleaded weakly as he began to rock inside her, pulling almost all the way out then slowly pushing his cock back inside her velvet sheath as deep as it could go.

This was definitely not how Lucy had pictured her first time. She was surprised at the feeling of incredible fullness that was both uncomfortable and somewhat pleasurable at the same time. As John kept moving inside her and moaning with that sexy voice of his, she realized the pain she'd felt when he'd first entered her was subsiding. In fact, it was even starting to feel a little good, but she would not admit that to him. She gripped the shelves in front of her desperately, teeth clenched painfully as he had his way with her.

He groaned a little as he soon felt himself on edge, picking up his pace a little harder and faster. It wasn't much longer before he was right on the edge of cumming. However, he decided not to fill her this time, leaving that for another time. It was probably ambitious of him to believe there would be another time, but he could always hope.

"I'm...cumming..."

He groaned as he pulled from her, just before his cock swelled to the point of release. His tip barely cleared her velvet cunt before the first burst of his cum hitting against her slick lips. The next few bursts hit on her folds as well before missing and splatting on the floor. He panted softly for a moment before he slowly released his hand from the back of her neck to free her.

"Here, you can use this. I am sure you're tired as well, so you can sleep here for now."

He grabbed a piece of rag that was on the shelf and poured some water on it before holding it up as he sat back on the bed.

John saying he was cumming in that low, husky voice sent a jolt of unwanted heat straight to her core. Why was his voice so sexy? It made hating him a little harder. Lucy felt his cock pulse once inside her before he pulled himself free, shooting most of his ejaculate onto the floor. Some of it splattered against her labia, tangled in her fiery pubic hair. She immediately flicked it away even before he offered her the washcloth, not out of fear of pregnancy (she'd been sterilized in the vault) but because she didn't want to have any part of him on her.

When she accepted the damp cloth from him, Lucy met John's gaze for the first time. She was almost blown away by how handsome he was. She'd felt he was muscular when he'd held her so tightly in his grasp, but seeing his muscular frame was a whole different story. His blue eyes were striking as they looked into her own. His gaze caused her cheeks to heat and she had to look away, hoping he didn't notice her pinkened cheeks amongst the array of freckles.

Lucy almost laughed bitterly when he said she could sleep in his bed for now. As if she'd feel safe sleeping with him sitting there!! But, she supposed she really didn't have any other options. In a bed with him was better than topside out in the open threatened by raiders and all manner of beasts who could prey upon her. So instead of complaining, Lucy just silently nodded and curled herself into the tiniest, tightest ball possible in the corner of his bed, shivering, facing away from him.

He didn't go to sleep himself, but stayed awake. While she slept, he took the time to rearrange the disarray of goods she had left when she suddenly grabbed the food off of the shelf. He wasn't really upset about the whole situation, deciding to let it go for now.

As she slept, he couldn't help but admire her younger form. He had seen other women that were beautiful, but she seemed to stand out for some reason. He waited till she had uncurled from her little ball to a more comfortable position. He carefully pulled the rest of her vault suit off of her lithe form, admiring it for a few moments.

Leaving her to rest, he made his way back out of the little shelter back to his workshop. He didn't have much, but he did have enough materials to repair her suit back to it's original condition. He even decided to get into her good graces by adding a bit of armor to the suit. The armor did add a little weight and stiffness to the outfit, but it would help her out. Once that was done, he returned back to the shelter.

He laid her suit on top of her backpack before he laid down next to her himself, closing his eyes and falling asleep for a few hours.

Lucy eventually fell asleep. She's half expected John to come and hold her in place, but when she heard him move across the bunker and leave, she slept easier. She hadn't slept well since escaping the vault, only getting rest at a few hours at a time, since she'd been so on edge and fearful of someone or something attacking her in her sleep. Tonight was different. Once she fell alseep, she stayed asleep for a great while. After all, she'd already been raped and captured, what else could happen to her? In all honesty, she felt safe down here. At least she wasn't out in the open anymore, huddling underneath some derelict bridge or stuffing herself into a small wrecked car when she was too exhausted to carry on. John has already defiled her - if he meant to kill her surely he would have done so already. Perhaps he'd keep her as a sex slave. The thought wasn't entirely as horrible as she should have thought, and Lucy eventually fell asleep, feeling somewhat safe for the first time since being exiled from the vault.

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When she awoke, she found John beside her, sleeping soundly. Was this guy crazy?? Wasn't he worried she would try to kill him? Did he think he'd fucked her into submission or something? Lucy sighed, defeated. Looking at his handsome, restful face she realized he was right. Lucy wasn't a killer... at least not yet.

"John." she stated, testing if he was awake. When she received no response, she carefully moved over him and off the bed. She glanced to the opening of the truck bed turned bunker, thinking now would be her only opportunity to escape. As she moved towards the ladder, she noticed her vault suit laying over her backpack. She went to dress, make the most of the little fabric she had left, and was surprised to find it repaired. Not only was it repaired, but it was improved. Modded shoulder and chest pads, thicker padding around her core. John must have fixed it and modded it for her during the night. The thought made her heart sing. But Lucy knew she was being foolish - she should leave right now, it was her only opportunity.

Her decision would be made easier if her savior/capturer wasn't so goddamn handsome. Something about him made her want to stay. Maybe he could protect her. Certainly he could - he had a suit of power armor and had singlehandly killed her rapists... until becoming one himself. But he had the skill to have upgraded her armor. He was strong, stronger than her by far, and clearly experienced living in the wasteland. Lucy decided then and there she had a better chance at surviving with John than without him. So she returned to bed, returned to the simple mattress and attempted to climb back over John into her sleeping spot, but her agility score was low and in her clumsiness, ended up falling right on top of him.

Although John tended to fall asleep quickly, as he had learned to catch sleep where he could, he wasn't a deep sleeper. Though the more civilized areas of Florida were safe enough, the wilder ones weren't. So when Lucy called his name, his eyes did open a little bit. However, he decided not to move to see what exactly she was going to be up to. He felt her leave the comfort of the bed, leaving him alone.

When she didn't return quickly, he figured that she had decided to leave him. Although he didn't hear the hatch open, he just assumed that she was trying to be as quiet as possible until she was able to leave. He settled back to trying to get sleep once more, leaving her to decide what she was going to do.

He umphed softly as he was forced to fully wakefulness by Lucy's clusminess. He reached his arm up and rested it gently around her waist as he opened his eyes and chuckled.

"For a sneak thief, you are pretty clumsy. Are you coming back to steal more or just get back in bed? Either way, you need to get more practice."

He grinned playfully as he shifted, so he was on his back with her laying on his stomach as he looked at her.

Lucy jumped a bit when John's hand suddenly grabbed her waist. A spark of electricity at the impact of his touch sped towards the one forming in her core. Still, she frowned at his words. "I am not a sneak thieif. Bust yes, I am coming back to bed," she mumbled, doing her best not to rub her body any more on his own even as her core fluttered in response to his words and the alignment of her body sloped over his.

She didn't like being this vulnerable, but she was honestly doubtful she could survive much more of the wasteland on her own. At the rate things were going, anyway, she'd sooner end up a skeleton in the sand than a survivor, and Lucy desperately wanted to survive. She was a good shot, but she was clumsy and fragile and stuck out like a sore thumb in her bright blue and yellow attire.

Lucy met John's gaze and admitted, "I figure I'm safer here with you than anywhere else." She shifted her body on top of his, briefly rubbing her center against his as she settled into place beside him. "Thanks for repairing my jumper by the way. I can tell you've modded it to be stronger too. Thanks... I figure you wouldn't do that if you planned to kill me, so I'm hoping you'd be willing to keep me around for a while?" She lay on her side facing him, resting her head on her hand. Hopefully he would take mercy on her.