The bridge

You decide not to try anything too fancy.

Choosing your steps carefully, you step out onto the bridge, finding the rocks not as slippery as you feared. You are cautious and you reach the other side safely. Kneeling, you lift your Pip-Girl for light.

You were right: the gleaming metal that you saw is a gun. You pick it up from the damp stone, finding it rusty, but probably functional. It’s a big, chunky handgun that takes 14mm rounds. It’s hard to say if this is Striker’s gun, but it’s the only gun you see in this dark, soggy cave.

You have what you came for, and the radiation level in the slushy water scares you. There’s no reason to hang around. Holding up your light, you start back the way you came. Your foot slips on one of the strange rocks, but you keep your balance, wobbling slightly.

“God,” you mutter, holding your arms out to make it easier. You are not great at this.

The stones under your feet erupt violently, flinging you into the air. You splash into the water as a huge pair of jaws snaps shut. The rad gator whose back you just walked across lunges at you, and you splash desperately to a crevice in the stone. You pull yourself inside in time for the huge creature to bash itself against the rock. In a panic, you wiggle deeper and crawl out the other side. The gator’s attention is fixed on the spot where he saw you go in, so this is your chance to sneak out. You kill your light to try, but only then do you see that it’s not truly dark in here.

As your light goes out, another light appears from overhead: you look up at the tangled roots all over the ceiling of the cave. Glow moss. To think you almost tried to use those as handholds… you would have been exposed to the moss’s arousing toxins for sure. Pale, greenish light bathes the cavern and the gator, gleaming on its jagged back and big, black eyes. Its teeth are all as big as your hand. It growls in frustration as it searches for you.

You have **** but to use the roots to get across because the bridge is gone, but at least now you’ve seen what’s up there, so you can take that into account. You’ll be quick, minimizing your exposure.

You climb the rocks, real rocks this time, and grab the roots, swinging across and dropping on the far side. Your palms are warm where they touched the glow moss.

The gator turns, splashing water. You lie down flat and hold your breath. Water sloshes as the massive gator moves away. Fighting something like that is not realistic. It’s big enough to eat half of you with one bite.

Inch by inch, you crawl out of the cavern without alerting it. Once you’re finally out in the open air, you hurry away from the cavern.

You don’t get far. You’re soaked, and you feel strange. You lean against a dead tree, then sit down, still gasping. Your chest hurts, and your hands still tingle. You want to wipe them off, but your suit is covered in that radioactive water. You don’t have anything else to wear, but staying exposed to it like this… it’s already affecting you.

You raggedly stand up and struggle out of your damp suit.

“Ah!” you cry out, wincing. You pull your bra away from your body to look at your boobs, finding your nipples painfully erect. They’re so sensitive that the bra itself is hurting you when you move around… but you draw the line at being topless. Walking around the Florida Wasteland in your underwear is bad enough. You have to tough it out for now. And… you’re hard. And wet. It’s the glow moss; its toxin is putting you in heat. You can’t stay out here like this, you’re too ****. You have to get back to Striker.

You use the Vault Suit to make a bundle, then tie that to a stick to keep it away from your body. You have already mutated more than you wanted to.

Carrying your things, you hurry back over the hill, hoping that you don’t step on a Copperhead.

You reach the old gas station safely. The cage is empty.

It’s hard to be careful and wary when you’re sweating from the discomfort in your boobs, breathing hard, erect, and dressed only in underwear… but you get your Mauser out of the bundle and hold it at the ready as you approach.

“Anyone home?” you call out shakily.

A few moments pass, and you see movement behind one of the dirty windows. Striker emerges from the shack, twirling her club.

“Vault Girl,” she says, grinning. “I didn’t think you’d be back.”

“You didn’t mention the gator,” you snap.

“Slipped my mind.”

“I have your gun.”

Striker looks taken aback. “My Fourteen?”

“That’s right.”

She looks impressed.

“In that case, come on in,” she says, stepping aside and pointing at the door with her club.

Gun still in hand, you move past her, trying not to whimper. The inside of the gas station isn’t as bad as you expected. Someone’s cleared it out. It’s still grimy and old, but without the junk and detritus it feels open and tidy. There’s a bedroll in the corner and some satchels. The girl from the cage sits on what used to be the counter, looking nervous.

A second woman is here, putting injectors into one of the satchels. Chems. These two must be dealers. Striker’s friend is your height, but skinny. Her blonde hair is unruly and she wears some kind of heavy eye makeup. Her outfit is like Striker’s: a mismatched set of old armor.

“Nice outfit,” she says, pushing her satchel aside. “What happened to you?”

“Your partner sent me into a rad gator’s cave,” you gasp.

“She’s tense. Give her something to loosen her up, Needle,” Striker says to the smaller woman, who holds up an injector.

“No thanks,” you reply through gritted teeth. You try to kneel gracefully, but you just fall to your knees. You get the gun out of the bundle, and it clunks to the floor. You breathlessly slide it to Striker, who picks it up.

“Looks like it still works,” she says, looking pleased.

You whimper. Your nipples are agony, but you can’t just whip your bra off in front of these two.

“Let her go,” you say raggedly, pointing at the girl on the counter, who watches worriedly in silence.

“OK,” Striker says with a shrug. “You can go,” she tells the girl, who looks puzzled. “Of course, where’s she gonna go? By herself? Does she look like a fighter to you?”

You don’t understand. “Why did you have her in a cage?” you ask.

“She tried to steal from me,” Striker says. “I figured I’d sell her. She’ll just die by herself.”

“People can’t be slaves,” you pant. It’s hard just to stay conscious right now.

“Tell that to the slavers,” Needle says with a laugh. Your head spins.

You fall onto your back with a thud, unable to get enough breath to move.

“What’s wrong with her?” Needle asks, standing over you. Striker joins her and they both stare. Striker points at your panties, where the imprint of your erection is obvious.

“I think she got into some moss,” the taller woman says.

“Moss doesn’t hurt. She’s crying,” Needle notes.

“Where does it hurt, Vault Girl?”

“My chest,” you say weakly.

“I never pass up a chance to see some boobs,” Striker says with a smirk, crouching to yank up your bra. “I see.” Your nipples are double their normal size, still hard as rocks. “What’s going on here?” She roughly grabs one and pinches it. Pain and pleasure shoot through your body like lightning bolts, and you cry out, bucking.

“Oh,” Needle says, blushing. “We should help her.”

“She did get my gun back,” Striker says after a moment. “I’ll help her if you keep her quiet,” she tells Needle, who rolls her eyes.

“Just let the girl go,” you gasp.

“I already told you. She’s free. She can go with you if she wants, but it doesn’t look like you’re going anywhere,” Striker says, standing up again.

You can’t answer her. You feel a little better with the cloth off your tender nipples, but you’re still aching down there. Your body is on fire, like you have a fever. It’s the glow moss… and you weren’t even exposed to it very much. What would a big dose do to you?

Suddenly you’re smothered as Needle abruptly sits on your face. You didn’t even notice her taking her pants off, but now her hairy pussy is all you see.

“Mmmph,” you protest.

“Come on, Vault Girl. Don’t they have fun in vaults?” Needle asks, moving her hips to drag her mound across your face. “Do it.”

You couldn’t reply if you wanted to, but your body jerks as Striker steps down hard on your cock with a bare foot. She roughly moves it, stimulating you.

“Mmmm,” you mumble.

“Come on,” Needle says, pulling your hair. You use your tongue, and she lets up. “That’s the way.” She’s not giving you any choice. You can’t aim or have any control, you can only use your tongue, so you thrust it into her musky pussy as Striker’s toes free your cock from your underwear. Her heel drags your foreskin up over the head, and she presses your shaft against your belly, using her weight to squish it.

You find the strength to grab at Needle, but all you can do is hold onto her thigh. Your hips wiggle on their own as Striker keeps stroking you.

“Yeah, Vault Girl,” Needle whines. “Like that.” She strokes your hair and shoves her groin harder into your face. All you feel is her warmth and weight as hot liquid spurts onto your belly.

FFF

You wake up on your back, lying on the bedroll. Your bra is beside you.

Woozily, you sit up with a groan. Your vision is blurry. Are you seeing what you think you’re seeing?

Striker and Needle are naked below the waist. Needle lies on the counter, her feet bouncing in the air as Striker plunges her thick cock into her pussy. Her hand is tight around Needle’s neck. The smaller woman is red-faced, but ecstatic.

Striker grunts and her body tenses. You watch her buttocks clench and her hips jerk as she cums. She pulls out and white cum spills out of Needle, whose legs shake madly.

Panting, Striker glances over and sees you.

“Oh,” she says, just a little out of breath as she pulls her pants up. “You’re still alive.”

“Guess so,” you say, shaking your head.

Striker leans against the counter, laying her hand on Needle’s flat belly. Needle moans in satisfaction and puts her hand on top of Striker’s. Her hips shudder and more cum leaks out of her, dripping down the Nuka Cola sign bolted to the counter.

“Looks like you didn’t get too much moss,” Striker says. “You didn’t sleep for long, but you blew a big load. You’re cute when you cum.”

“Not so great with her mouth though,” Needle adds breathlessly without looking up.

“You didn’t give me much room to work,” you snap.

“Oh, she wants a re-do,” Striker says with a smirk.

“I want you to let that girl go,” you say, getting to your feet. “Where’s my suit?”

“We hung it up,” Striker says, buckling her belt. “It’s out there too. I’m not sure what’s going on with your tits, if you were wondering.”

You look down to see your nipples just as big and sensitive as they were before you passed out. You look at your bra and cringe at the thought of putting it back on. The moss made you hot and horny, but this is a mutation from falling in that water.

“And Chastity is outside,” Striker says, beckoning. You follow her out into the light. Chastity sits by the side of the building, gazing at the swamp. You get it. She sat out here instead of watching Striker and Needle screwing. She’s not tied up or anything, but she’s not running.

You understand. Her situation here with these two was not a good one, but they weren’t keeping her prisoner. They just kept her locked up while they slept so that she wouldn’t steal from them. That’s still pretty messed up… and they were going to sell her.

Striker and Needle are not nice people, but they didn’t set out to be cruel to this girl. They’re just doing what they feel like they have to.

“She’s all yours,” Striker says.

You go to your jumpsuit. It’s dry now, but gross. Your Pip-Girl doesn’t seem worried about the radiation, though. That’s good.

“Do you want to come with me?” you ask the girl as you pull your Vault Suit on.

She hesitates, then nods. She doesn’t want to be sold, and she doesn’t want to stay here. It’s not like she has a lot of options.

“Do you not talk?” you ask as you zip up, but then stop. You have to leave the suit half-zipped so the fabric won’t touch your nipples so much. You’ll look a bit slutty, but it’s better than being topless.

“She doesn’t,” Striker says.

“Then how do you know her name?”

“We don’t.”

“Why do you call her that?” you ask as Chastity stands up.

Striker reaches over and yanks up the young woman’s rags, showing you the device locked onto her body where her underwear should be.

“What the hell?” you ask. Chastity blushes and Striker drops the rags to hide the device.

“Some kind of Vault Tech. It’s a chastity belt,” she says with a yawn. “I tried to get it off her, but it’s serious. At least she’s got a nice rack, right?”

“You poor thing,” you say. How unlucky is this girl? Somebody put this on her, she’s all alone, and then she ran into these two assholes?

“I’ll…” you begin, but what are you going to say? What will you do, exactly? She can’t talk. “If you want, I’ll help you find some people. Maybe somewhere that would be safe for you.” You can’t take her back to the Vault, at least not until you have what you came for.

The girl nods. That settles it.

“Are there any people?” you ask Striker as you check your Mauser, which is still loaded. You have all your things. Striker and Needle might be a bit rough around the edges, but they’re holding up their end of the deal and they didn’t rob you. So even if they’re jerks, they’re honest jerks. “Where does this road go?”

“New Gurlberg,” Striker says. “You’ll love it there, Vault Girl.”

You can’t tell if she’s serious, but it doesn’t matter. You can’t leave Chastity alone, and it’s unlikely that she’ll be much help with your mission. You need to get her somewhere safe.

You’ll just have to check out this New Gurlberg place.

Chastity has joined your party. Her character sheet will be added to Jane’s.

You completed a quest by returning Striker’s pistol to her. Choose a new perk to assign to Jane.

CALLOUSED: Your skin is more resistant to toxins. Aphrodisiacs that you touch will affect you less, allowing you a better chance of keeping control if exposed. +1 Strength, -1 Charisma

Or

SENSITIVE SKIN: Your skin is less resistant to toxins; you are more **** to aphrodisiacs, but your state of arousal is sexy and likely to turn on anyone nearby. +1 Charisma, -1 Endurance