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Chapter 5 by MightyViking MightyViking

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Head to New Gurlberg

It’s time to find this New Gurlberg place. You’ve been out of the vault for more than 24 hours and still have nothing in your D.I.C.K. device. You haven’t even begun your mission.

With Chastity in tow, you leave that pitiful gas station behind and follow the road. It’s hot and humid. The smell of the swamp is foul sometimes, and more than once you have to hide from swarms of Rad Skeeters. Luckily, Chastity always points them out before you get too close.

Soon you see some debris on the road ahead, and you don’t like the look of it. Chastity doesn’t like it either, so you both creep into the swamp to take the long way around. Chastity gets your attention and indicates a copperhead in the mud. You avoid that and climb a hill, spotting several bandits concealed among the debris. They are not well-armored or well-armed, but there are still at least four of them. You are not sorry that you didn’t end up in a fight with them.

It seems safer to stay near the road, but not on the road. You use the swamp to give yourself some cover, but don’t go deep enough into it to get into real trouble.

Chastity is good company. She doesn’t talk, but she’s a reassuring presence. Being out in all this alone after the tight confines of the crowded vault would be too strange.

You find some relatively safe water in a small clearing. It’s not the cleanest, but it’s not irradiated. It’s impossible to know how much farther it is to New Gurlberg; all the signs are rusted or defaced. So you both strip down to do what bathing you can.

Chastity can’t take off that device that she wears. You try not to stare at her as you wash yourself off, then sit on the bank to rest and dry off a bit. She does have large, soft, magnificent breasts. But you don’t want to make her uncomfortable, so you keep an eye on your surroundings instead. This would be a bad time to be ambushed.

Chastity approaches you, giving you **** but to look. She makes no effort to cover her chest.

“What is it?” you ask, unsure what she’s trying to indicate with her expression. She’s a bit red, and what is that look? Frustration? Of course it is. “I’m so sorry,” you say. “I don’t know how to get that thing off you right now. Is there anything I can do to help?”

She hesitates. Then she nods.

“What?” you ask.

She moves toward you, and you lean back feeling a bit self-conscious. You’re naked too, after all. Chastity swings her leg over yours and straddles your thigh, wrapping her arms around your neck. But she’s not trying to make out… she wants to grind. You understand. With your thigh to push against, she can have some stimulation down there. She probably couldn’t do this by herself. She must be very frustrated.

Excited, if a little uncomfortable, you politely stay as you are and don’t touch her as she leans her weight into you, shifting her hips. It’s not intentional, but her big, damp breasts are in your face. Her arms squeeze you tighter as she speeds up.

You feel a sense of satisfaction as well when she hugs you tight and gives a little shudder. Even a chastity belt as sophisticated as that one can’t stop her from getting at least a little pressure on her clit.

She breathes heavily, and you rub her smooth back. You are glad that you could help. She recovers, looking embarrassed, and stands up. She must feel a lot better now.

She looks down and so do you. You’re hard, with a fat drop of pre-cum resting at the tip of your modest cock. Before you can say anything, she gets on her knees and envelops your shaft with her breasts. OK, so she must have noticed you looking.

“Mmm,” you say, then lean back and sigh as she tenderly squeezes you between them. It feels good and you crave release, but you resist the urge to take over with your hand. It takes time, but you finally get there as she looks up at you expectantly. Your hips jerk a little, and you sigh deeply. She smiles at you as your cum drips down her generous chest. Now she has to bathe again, but that was nice. This is definitely better than traveling alone.

It's dark when you reach New Gurlberg.

The settlement is just off the road, surrounded by a wall of scrap metal, and two armed guards watch the gate.

“What do you want?” the guard in charge demands, aiming a laser rifle at you.

“Work, I guess. I’m from a vault,” you reply. “I’m not sure where she’s from.” You put your arm around Chastity in a friendly way. She doesn’t mind.

“Don’t draw that gun inside the walls,” the guard warns, opening the gate.

Inside, you find a surprisingly robust little collection of shanties and structures. It’s all built around one old building: some kind of store or business from before the war. More shanties and things have been built on top, and staircases and walkways will let you reach them.

There are a lot of people here, and plenty to see. You smell sizzling meat and you hear a harmonica playing. A lot of people are laughing. It seems almost pleasant. You never knew that there was a place like this just a day’s walk from Vault F. A crooked sign advertises a bar and rooms. It seems like a good place to talk to someone.

The bar is packed with people. The tough-looking, eyepatch-wearing brunette behind the counter takes a moment away from serving drinks to speak to you.

“You’re strangers,” she says bluntly.

“That’s right,” you reply. “What would it take to get a room here?”

She names a prince, and you wince. You have a few caps that Dr. Curio brought back from her first mission. They’re no good in the Vault, so the Overseer gave them to you. They aren’t enough.

“OK,” you say worriedly. “How do I get some caps around here quickly?”

“If you want work around camp, you can find some. Nothing too dangerous. Or if you can handle some danger, you can go see Boss Murphy. She’ll give you a real job. Better pay, but you’ll probably get eaten by a Rad Gator.”

“Which is quicker?” you ask.

“Can you fight?” she asks.

“Yeah,” you reply.

“I’ll pay you a few caps and give you a room for a week if you fight for me tonight,” she says.

“What kind of fight?” you ask suspiciously.

“Not to the **** or anything. Just to entertain. Wrestling, more like,” she says with a sly smile.

“Am I wrestling some huge muscle head?” you ask.

“No. Not at all. I’m Reggie, but the way.”

“OK,” you say. Chastity looks worried, but you pat her shoulder reassuringly. You are a long way from home. You need a safe place to sleep and some resources. Lodgings for a week and some pay seem like a start. “Agreed.”

“Great. You can take that off back there,” she says, pointing to a curtain. “No weapons, and your clothes will just get dirty.” Reggie turns away. “We have a stranger!” she roars. “She’s ready to fight!”

The bar patrons react with noisy excitement.

So it’s that kind of show. Well, half the women in the bar are dressed pretty skimpily. You can’t wear a bra, but flashing your tits isn’t a big deal. Chastity watches you shed your suit and gear. You hand them to her, then walk out into the bar wearing just your panties.

The people in the bar have already cleared a space for you.

“How long does this take?” you ask the bar owner.

“Depends on you,” she replies.

You turn around and see your opponent. She appeared out of nowhere, a slim, naked, tanned, athletic girl with a head that’s shaved except for a pink mohawk. She’s covered in tattoos.

You hear a giggle behind you and turn to look as the onlookers cheer. There’s another one! But this one has a blue mohawk. Twins! They have identically tiny cocks, smaller than yours.

“Two against one?” you shout angrily at Reggie.

“Don’t be a pussy,” she shouts back.

The twins tackle you to the ground, working together effortlessly to subdue you. A tanned hand bumps against your swollen nipple, and you cry out.

“Oh, what’s this?” one twin demands, throwing you down flat. She grabs your nipple and twists it. You scream and thrash as the sudden, overpowering sensations flood your body. You’re rock hard in seconds, covered in sweat, and not in control of your voice.

The twins laugh in delight, not at their effortless victory, but in fascination with your behaviors. One tweaks your nipple again while her sister leans down and wraps her lips around the other. You catch a glimpse of a worried-looking Chastity as you let out a grunt and your hips rise off the dirty floor. Hot cum splashes all over your belly as you shoot involuntarily from having your hypersensitive nipples stimulated.

The twins shriek ecstatically. You wheeze for breath as they divide and conquer. One kneels, spreading your legs. The other comes at you from the other side, kneeling just above your head. You gasp for breath, only to find a small, hard cock **** into your mouth. The one doing that grabs your breasts in both hands, massaging.

The one holding your ankles chants: “Cum! Cum! Cum!”

“Mmm!” you mumble as the onlookers go wild.

Less than a minute of that feverish squeezing from the girl’s slender fingers has your sore nipples on fire. Your cock aches and throbs, shooting another load over your already sticky belly.

Everyone cheers.

The twins release you and stand up. You lie there spent, sore, and out of breath. They grin down at you, each grabbing the other’s cock and stroking. You’re too exhausted to move. They put on identical O-faces and you close your eyes, but you still feel the warm jizz dribbling onto your body.

They pant for a second, then turn around and raise their arms in victory. The onlookers lift them onto their shoulders and take them to the bar.

Reggie appears, offering you a hand. You accept her help, and she pulls you to your feet.

You glare at her, and she winks at you. “There’s a shower out back,” she says.

Chastity meets you out there as you rinse off.

“I don’t feel like I was adequately prepared for that,” you grumble. “Tell no one of this.”

Chastity smiles at you and makes a motion as though she’s zipping her lips.

“Oh,” you say. “Right.”

Clean and with your clothes back on, you go back into the bar, where you get many friendly pats on the back, and someone even buys you a drink. Then someone cups your ass, and you knee him in the balls.

Reggie steps over him and hands you your caps and key.

“Good job,” she says. “We like seeing some new skin once in a while.”

“I’ll bet,” you grumble.

You’re worn out. You and Chastity go to your room, which isn’t much. It’s small and not the cleanest, but it has a squeaky bed with a thin mattress and it keeps out some of the noise. You’re alone here, and unlike the swamp, nothing’s going to **** you while you sleep. Chastity is as happy as you are to be away from the busy settlement.

It’s time to rest. For a moment you aren’t sure about the bed. It’s narrow, and maybe… nope. Chastity pulls you to it and cuddles with you under the blanket without hesitation. So it looks like she doesn’t mind sharing. It’s nice, except you can feel her metal chastity belt. That’s not exactly comfortable, but you’re too tired to be picky. You have a choice to make.

You’ll have to get busy in the morning. Will you talk to Reggie about working around the settlement? You could get to know this place and its people. That networking could be valuable.

Or you can go talk to this Boss Murphy person about a bigger job. You’ll probably have a better chance of finding something to put into your D.I.C.K. device out in the Florida Wasteland.

Go to Reggie in the morning?

Or go to Boss Murphy?

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