Fuckout: Nude Vegas

My first story based on the Fallout: New Vegas. Looking to make this very interactive with many options to reach the conclusion. Current and future themes include Male/Female, Female/Female, Male/Male, Solo Female, Solo Male, Human/Robot, Human/Super Mutant, trans content, and more.

You can only see pitch black with spots of light coming through the sack covering your face. Your mouth is covered and your hands are bound. You can hear muffled talking, as you try to wriggle free from your bonds, but its useless.

"Get them up." A male voice calls out. Two people grab either arm and pick you up to a kneeling position. The hood is pulled from your head, the sudden shock of light causes you to flinch away. Your vision adjusts to see a man standing in front of you, wearing a plaid suit and smoking a cigarette. He smirks before flicking his cigarette a way. You look to either side and see two other men, these dressed much differently, in jean vests and bandannas. They looked unsure about what is going on, looking around nervously. Over the shoulder of the man in plaid, The lights of New Vegas beam in the distance.

He snaps his fingers and one of the rough looking men hands him a small package. A opens it up, and pulls out a shiny, triangular object a few inches in length.

"Is that a butt plug?" You think to yourself.

"You have no idea what you have here." The man in plaid speaks up, your attention snapping to him. He twirls the object between his fingers.

"House thought they could keep all the power to themselves. Little do they now, I have been one step ahead the whole time.

"What the hell is he talking about?" You think. But then you see it. A shallow grave right next to you.

The plaid suit man walks closer. "You made your last delivery. You might think your just on a string of bad luck." The man stops and pulls a gun from his jacket, and points it at you.

"But in reality, the game was rigged from the start."

Bang.

The world goes black.