FFF - Speak up

“Whoa!” you shout.

Shell turns to look at you with an expression of half annoyance, half disgust.

“Did I not just tell you to be quiet?” she snaps.

“You can’t just kill her!”

“I’m not going to!” Shell shouts back at you. Her temper is as quick as her trigger finger. She catches herself and scowls. “Not until she tells me what she knows.” She stomps Boss Murphy’s penis again, drawing a groan from the wounded Super Mutant. Once more, she points the pistol at her, then leans down and presses the muzzle against Boss Murphy’s forehead. “I’ll only ask once. What did you do with the Paladin? How’d you do it? With that big gun outside?”

Muscles twitch in Boss Murphy’s face. Even in such bad shape, she looks fierce.

“I didn’t have to. There was a rumor that Enclave had sent a party to Vault F Zero,” Boss Murphy says through gritted teeth.

“Vault F Zero is a myth,” Shell replies disdainfully, pressing the pistol harder against Boss Murphy’s head. “You made that rumor up to get the Sisterhood away from your settlement. Admit it. Did you send her into an ambush?”

“The rumor was real.”

“Vault F isn’t a myth,” you say, still swinging. But you’ve never heard anyone refer to it as Vault F Zero. You try to remember. There was talk at some point… something about there being more than one school of thought among the women who founded the feminist vaults like Vault F. You wince, feeling a prickle in the back of your neck.

A vision of Daisy flashes in front of your eyes. She’s wearing her blue Vault suit and smiling.

“Ow,” you say as a spike of pain goes through your head. You see Daisy again, this time in a lab coat. You shake your head.

Shell and Boss Murphy aren’t paying attention to you.

“Where did she go?”

“The Green Forest.”

“Another myth,” Shell sneers.

“Maybe,” Boss Murphy replies. “But she must have believed it.”

Shell’s face goes a shade redder. Her knuckles are white on her pistol. Her teeth grind. She pulls away from Boss Murphy with a startlingly loud groan of frustration. She paces restlessly. She stops and slowly looks back.

“How did she know where to go?” she asks.

“They say that you can find it if you follow the great road. That the secret is the numbers one-six-nine,” Boss Murphy groans. “I don’t know if it’s true.”

“Who brought this rumor?”

“A merchant.”

Shell returns to Boss Murphy and bends over. “If I find out that you lied to me, the next one goes right here.” She touches the muzzle of the gun to Boss Murphy’s massive, soft green cock. “And I will burn that shithole you call a village to the ground.”

Boss Murphy holds her gaze but says nothing.

You shriek as Shell turns abruptly and fires her pistol, severing the rope that’s holding you up. You tumble to the ground painfully.

Shell sends one last unfriendly look at Boss Murphy, then snaps her pistol open. The empty, hot shells spill out and tumble onto Boss Murphy’s body before rolling to the floor, not seriously burning her, but causing enough discomfort to make her hiss.

You groan and roll over as Shell leaves the gym without another word. There has to have been a gentler way for her to handle this. Boss Murphy stares at the ceiling, probably having quite the existential crisis. She’s used to being on top. This is a change of pace for her.

As for you, you have to get your hands free. The grimy floor is prickly and horrible in every way, but all you can do is worm your naked body to the nearest fallen cannibal and use his knife to free your hands. You get shakily to your feet and make your way to Boss Murphy. She’s alive, but not happy. And probably not feeling very talkative. That’s OK; you aren’t going to ask her for instructions.

The cannibals cut your clothes off, so you quickly dress in the rags worn by their female leader. The clothes are a little tight on you, but they will provide excellent camouflage in the swamp… but no protection. You don’t know what’s happened to your Kevlar vest. You hurry out of the gym into the hallway where cannibals butchered Boss Murphy’s men. Their belongings and equipment are scattered around on the bloodstained floor. You find first aid supplies and return to Boss Murphy, who stoically remains silent and unresponsive as you put a crude, but substantial bandage on her neck.

“OK. Enough pouting,” you tell her. “Can you walk?”

She hesitates, controlling her rage. “Jensen should have Buffout. I can walk with that.”

It’s a good idea. You return to the bodies and find what Boss Murphy needs. She might be able to stand, but she’ll be in no state to fight. You’ll have to protect her. Whether you want to or not is a question that you aren’t going to worry about. You didn’t understand much of the conversation between Boss Murphy and Shell, but you’ll get your answers.

Back in New Gurlberg, Chastity continues to work at Reggie’s bar and look after QT, who has begun to practice her skills by making small improvements to the house. Chastity’s diligence and patience with drunken idiots have allowed her to learn skills and to have comfortable finances. Jane’s support has helped, but it’s mainly Chastity’s hardworking spirit that has allowed her to achieve this level of independence. She’s recovered from her poisoning, but is determined to get clean and suffering from withdrawal. Choose one of the following perks for Chastity:

IRRESISTABLE – Chastity loves company. If her charisma ever fails, her bedroom eyes will not. Chastity can turn people on and draw them in with sheer willpower to ensure that she only has to be alone if she wants to.

POKEY – An unexpected side effect of chem withdrawal has caused Chastity’s nipples to become larger, permanently erect, and so sensitive that they become her primary erogenous zone.