The Camp Slut Continues

So as the group of vault dwellers traveled in the hot Mojave desert they made their way toward what was once known as the town of Primm before the Great War. Each night Madeline would be excluded from most guard watches, but would often be asked to bring something while Ward or Dr. Giles was on duty.

So she would slip away. She would greet each one then do whatever they wanted. She enjoyed every minute of it.

One time while exploring an old ruin of what appeared to be a gas station Ward ordered the group to split up and do some recon. Ward had Madeline "follow" him for safety, to Dr. Giles protest. But Security won out and Dr. Giles huffed as he went and investigated the pumps of the old gas station.

Ward did a once over of the pumps at the filling station, then led Madeline to a small clump of trees then pumped her full of his cum.

"Damn you are such a good fucking slut." Ward said as he zipped up his suit.

"Glad you let me come on the mission?" Madeline said as she fixed herself.

"You better believe it." He pulled her in for a sloppy kiss. Giles never kissed Madeline but Ward did. Maybe he liked the passion beyond the pure mechanical feelings of bumping uglies together. Giles looked down on Madeline and perhaps saw kissing something intimate--something for his dried up wife.

"There you are." Dr. Giles said as he scrambled through the thicket. He was bumbling and the snapping of branches and desert foliage gave Ward enough time to push Madeline away before Dr. Giles could witness the two kissing. Still, Ward hadn't gotten exactly out of reach and Giles gave them a hard look.

"Am I disturbing anything?" he said, his eyes fixed on Madeline then on Ward.

"No doc." Ward said "We were just checking this area out. You find anything interesting at that gas station?" Giles didn't looked convinced but he responded.

"Just some old pre-war trinkets. Nothing of value. An old advertisement says we aren't too far from Primm."

"Good. Lets grab Seth and head out. He is probably talking to a fucking tree." Ward said as he proceeded to walk to Seth's last known location, they all laughed. He probably was...

That night the routine was broken. Something had spooked Seth he had shot wildly into the darkness, waking up the camp. Everyone was on edge. The group discovered that Seth, despite his being aloof had scored a hit on something, from the blood that had dried. Though they couldn't find what (or even who it was).

"Jesus Christ." Ward exclaimed "Seth you weren't daydreaming. I wonder what you hit. Probably a coyote or something."

"I hope not." he said remorsefully "I would rather study it. I heard something, and sent it a challenge--but there wasn't a response. I just shot."

"Well you did good kid." Ward said as he slapped Seth on the back. Seth was clearly distraught that he had probably hurt an animal--he loved nature.

"We better keep our eyes peeled." Dr. Giles said. Everyone nodded.