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[BONUS] Vault 69 Ch. 7 & 8 (Fallout)
🕑 Added 2020-01-18 06:16:59 +0000 UTCA/N: Another two chapters of this story going up as a bonus. Enjoy~
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Chapter 7: The Belated Christmas Chapter.
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It was Christmas Time in Vault Sixty-Nine. Truth be told, time was somewhat relative down in the vault. Without any daylight, all they had to go off of were the clocks, and those could have been fucked with any number of times. Things could have been altered, data could have been changed, and any sense of time could have been lost. If someone else were Overseer, that is.
As Overseer of the Vault, he was the one who controlled the clocks and the calendars on all terminals. Since the day that the bombs had dropped and he’d woken up in the Medical Lab with his SPECIAL stats maxed out, he’d been religious in making sure he kept things running smoothly. That included keeping the time as it was supposed to be. Luckily, thanks to his enhancements, he always knew what time it was, instinctively. It was a strange quirk of the things that the Doctor had done to him that day, but it was one that he enjoyed all the same.
Regardless, Christmas had arrived, and the women of Vault Sixty-Nine, despite every last one of them being of age and well past the time when they should have believed in Santa… had signed a petition to have HIM play the part of the Jolly St. Nick this year, to ‘make up’ for the ‘fact’ that Santa Claus clearly wouldn’t be able to reach them all the way down here in their underground bunker.
Still, in the end the Overseer had agreed to the proposal. He was in charge of the vault, unequivocally in charge… but that didn’t mean he was going to go against the wishes of every resident under his command. He already did that enough as it was. The young man was fully aware that if some of the women in Vault Sixty-Nine had THEIR way, he would spend all of his time ball’s deep inside of woman after woman, breeding and impregnating them one after the other.
Giving them one day of the year to… indulge would keep more of them from going insane due to being down here for so long. It would help to break the monotony of Vault Life, and hopefully tide those of them over who were still stuck waiting for him to get around to them. So, the Overseer found himself sitting on a big, grandiose chair as a line of women took their turns sitting on his lap and asking him for presents.
Of course, also at the insistence of the women of Vault Sixty-Nine, the Overseer had been asked to make up Naughty and Nice Lists. After all, it was only fair that if he was going to fulfill the role of Santa, that he do it right. Under normal circumstances, this would have been all but impossible to pull off. But there was nothing normal about Vault Sixty-Nine’s Overseer. The young man was not only the most intelligent, fast-thinking person in the entire vault… he also had access to every single camera and every single report and every single diary entry.
Put simply, he might not have been Santa Claus, but he WAS their Overseer… and he saw all. So, it actually wasn’t all that hard to make up Naughty and Nice Lists based off of everything that the women of the vault had been up to for the last near-year or so. Based off of that, each time a woman disengaged from the front of the line to come and sit on his lap, the Overseer reacted one of two ways.
If their niceness outweighed their naughtiness and they’d been an altogether productive member of Vault Sixty-Nine for the last ten months that they’d all been down there, then he accepted them into his lap and let them ask him for a gift. Most of the time this amounted to a makeout session, along with some light molestation. He might grope their ass or their tits while he kisses them, his tongue pushing past their lips as they moaned into his mouth and squirmed on his lap.
Some of the nicest girls of the Vault were given something even better… one of Kaylee’s own freshly made dildoes. The sex toys, despite having to go through a rebranding stating that they were NOT as good as his cock in any way, shape, or form, were still highly sought after, after all. Each of the women that received one from the Overseer were giddy and over the moon with the excitement.
A very few lucky vault dwellers received something both more, and less, however. About ten women in total were given a small slip of paper with a date, time, and location on it. Eyes wide, these women were far more circumspect about their gift, far more reserved as they got a quick kiss from the Overseer and then scurried off of his lap, not at all worried about not getting anything more… especially when the little slip of paper they held in their hands meant that very soon indeed, they would be impregnated by the Overseer himself.
However, if a woman had been naughty for the year… well, they got quite a different reaction. In front of the entire line, which basically amounted to the whole wide Vault, any woman who the Overseer had deemed naughty via his lists, was dragged over his lap, instead of allowed to sit upon it. Bending them over his lap, the Overseer would then spank their behind red, forcing them to count out however many smacks he felt was appropriate.
Some got five… some got ten… no one got more than fifteen though. At the end of each of these spanking sessions, the naughty girls would get up and slink away, pouting and rubbing at the reddened posteriors… though most of them also had a spark in their eye, and were rubbing their thighs together and wiggling their hips in their vault suits like they’d actually enjoyed it. Most of them had, at that.
Regardless, eventually the Overseer had gotten through everyone in the vault save for two. Neither of whom had gotten in the line, of course, knowing beforehand that they were going to be singled out. As he sits upon his ‘throne’, the Overseer looks out across the auditorium, as all of the women in Vault Sixty-Nine watch with bated breath for the main event to begin.
“Right then… Doctor Angela Ziegler… and Engineer Kaylee Frye. Step forward.”
The two women do as they’re told. On the left he has the good doctor… the blonde who was the first face he’d seen when he woke up in the vault, all those months ago. Doctor Angela Ziegler has a wide, wicked smile on her face, and is wearing her usual lab coat. Though, unlike their first interaction, she’s at least got the decency to wear a blouse and pencil skirt under it today, rather than just black, lacy lingerie.
He’d impregnated her that very first day, and she’d given birth to a beautiful baby girl just a month previous to now. As a result of this, her bosom was still quite large, and likely heavy with a mother’s milk. Her body still had all of that baby fat in all the right places, making her even more curvaceous and voluptuous then she had been their first time together.
Meanwhile, on the right is Kaylee Frye. The young engineer isn’t showing quite yet, but he did breed her that day, when he’d gone to see her and correct her… misconceptions about his cock. The young red head fidgets and squirms, biting her lower lip as if she knows what’s coming… and she’s excited for it.
“There must always be a naughtiest and a nicest. One woman to be punished more than any other, and another to be rewarded.”
The entire room, the largest room in the vault at that, is silent as every other woman waits and watches, eyes slightly wide, lips slightly parted. Meanwhile, Angela and Kaylee are nearly vibrating with eagerness, Angela with a wide grin on her face, and Kaylee tense but still excited. Everyone probably thinks they know what he’s going to do. Everyone probably thinks that they know who the naughtiest and nicest of the two women in front of him are.
With his tone imperious and strong, the Overseer looks between Angela and Kaylee… and speaks.
“Kaylee Frye, for your efforts to better satisfy the needs of the vault, even if some of it was misguided… I declare you the Nicest Woman in the Vault.”
Utter silence. It was quiet before, but now you could likely hear a pin drop as hundreds of women all collectively hold their breath at that. And yet, after a moment, not a single one of them can find that they disagree with his words. Especially not the dozens upon dozens of them who have already gotten to experience one of Kaylee’s toys at this point, either through their own purchase or by a friend sharing theirs with them.
There was simply no denying the massive boon that the young engineer had been to the vault. Her simply invention had likely saved lives as it allowed women who otherwise wouldn’t have been able to make it to their own time with the Overseer to stave off insanity for just a little longer. Even still… no one was expecting Doctor Angela Ziegler to be on the naughty list, let alone to be the NAUGHTIEST. Least of all the doctor herself, who’s face has fallen at his declaration.
Turning his gaze towards the doctor, the first woman he’d had upon awakening in Vault Sixty-Nine, the Overseer allows a small smile to spread across his lips.
“I did tell you; didn’t I doctor? All those months ago… did I not say that you would one day be punished for your insubordination?”
Perhaps it was a bit late in the happening, but truth be told, he’d been a VERY busy man. The stacked blonde doctor’s eyes widen a bit at the reminder, and she ultimately ducks her head in submission, likely remembering that day, remembering how he effortlessly dominated her.
“Come here, Doctor.”
She probably expected to receive a breeding in front of all of these women, today. That WOULD be a fitting reward for the Nicest Woman in the entire Vault, wouldn’t it? Being allowed to bear a second child off of the Overseer’s virile loins when some still hadn’t even gotten to have one. Alas, Kaylee was already pregnant, so that would not be the reward that the fiery red head would be getting. And Angela… Angela was in for a punishment.
Rising from his seat as the doctor approaches him, the Overseer reaches out and grabs her by her blonde ponytail, yanking her around somewhat roughly and forcing her to face the rest of the Vault. The assembled women are all watching, unable to look away as he yanks the Doctor’s lab coat off of her shoulders and tosses it to the side. Then, he goes a step further, using his immense strength to tear her blouse off of her, sending buttons flying everywhere.
Her pencil skirt goes a moment later, revealing that beneath her lab coat and her clothing… Angela was in fact wearing the black lacy lingerie that she’d had on for their very first encounter together. This was lost on the rest of the Vault, but he understood the meaning, the intention. That doesn’t stop him from ripping the lingerie off of her body like he’s done the rest of her clothing, tearing it to shreds and exposing the naughty doctor in front of the entire vault.
Whimpering and blushing, her fat milk jugs swinging in front of her as she’s bent over, Doctor Angela Ziegler can do nothing but tremble as he whips out his fat cock and slaps it down between her ass cheeks, hot-dogging her fat backside in front of everyone. As he does so, he grabs her by her arms and pulls them back behind her, forcing her to bend forward even further, while pulling her ass up against his cock.
“Tell them, Doctor. Apologize.”
Shuddering, shivering, Angela… breaks down.
“I’m s-sorry, everyone. I, hah… I tried to t-take control of the v-vault, that very first day. I tried t-to… to take control of our O-Overseer for m-my own purposes. I thought, ooh, I thought I could… be in c-charge…”
As soon as she’s done with her confession, he speaks up, mostly to cut off the angriest of the women from trying to start a lynch mob.
“For her punishment… the Doctor will NOT be bred again until every woman in the Vault has had a child. Instead…”
Rather than outright saying it, he just does it, sliding his cock back until the head of his member presses against her sphincter, and then thrusting in. The Doctor cries out in pain and surprise as he takes her anally in front of the entire vault population, plowing Angela’s ass hard for all to see as they watch on. Vindictive smiles spread across most of their faces, and more than one woman begins to touch themselves to the sight.
He fucks her for a while like that, plowing her ass until eventually her pained squealing and yelping turns to wanton moaning and mewling. But he never cums. He’s not going to cum for her, not going to cum inside her… not for a very long time. This is the Doctor’s punishment; this is what she’s earned for being the Naughtiest Vault Dweller.
He brings her to orgasm after orgasm, until her legs quite literally can’t support her weight anymore, and then he drops her face down onto the floor, ass up in the air. His cock, still rock hard and standing up straight, turns with him towards Kaylee as the red head startles at his sudden attention.
“As for you, Kaylee… you get the privilege of spending the rest of this year in my quarters, with me. Starting now.”
He holds out a hand to the young engineer even as murmurs of awe and jealousy fill the room. Kaylee gapes but quickly recovers all the same and practically prances over to his outstretched hand, taking hold of it and letting her beloved Overseer lead her out of the room and towards his quarters. Needless to say, they don’t get much rest that night… or for the rest of the week. Kaylee isn’t so pregnant that she can’t enjoy him in every single way that matters yet, after all, and the young woman certainly makes the most of the week she has him all to herself.
They close out the year together, with a new year just around the corner. Who knew what lay in store for Vault Sixty-Nine in the coming year… who knew?
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Chapter 8: The Athletic Maid Chapter
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Her name was Anya, and she was one of the Overseer’s maids. Before the war, before the bombs had dropped, before she’d ended up in Vault Sixty-Nine with nine-hundred and ninety-eight other women and one man… Anya had been an athlete. She’d dabbled in quite a lot of things, as it so happened. Growing up, she’d played everything from soccer, to softball, to basketball. But her true love, she’d discovered, was running. Anya had ultimately become a track star, and that had led to greater and greater things for her… until it didn’t.
When war had finally broken out, she was slated to take part in the next Olympics. Obviously, those were postponed. She imagined that the nuclear apocalypse had made sure they were cancelled altogether, irrevocably and permanently. Being cooped up in Vault Sixty-Nine likely WOULD have driven Anya insane, if it wasn’t for the workout facilities. Luckily, Vault Sixty-Nine was a vault focused on the fitness and well-being of its inhabitants.
Other vaults weren’t so lucky, though Anya was not aware of that. All she knew was that there was not one, but three fully equipped, state of the art gyms inside of Vault Sixty-Nine. She’d actually been assigned as a trainer in one of them, at first. It had been her job to help the less-exercise inclined women of Vault Sixty-Nine stay in shape. Though, every last one of them was eager to do so in short order when it became apparent that they would all be competing for the same man.
Still, helping to run one of the gyms wasn’t nearly as fulfilling as her life on the surface had been. She’d loved her morning runs, and her afternoon runs… and her evening runs. She’d loved being outside, to put it plainly. Now, that was no longer an option. Anya had had to find something new to latch onto, in order to keep her sanity intact.
Being a mother had… never really been on Anya’s radar, before. She’d been too focused on her life and her career. She was a young woman, and while the world still expected her to settle down and pop out a few babies, Anya just hadn’t been ready for that yet. Finding herself trapped in Vault Sixty-Nine with nearly a thousand other women, all vying for the only piece of man meat they were likely to ever see again had a way of rearranging a girl’s priorities, however.
Anya knew within a week of arriving in Vault Sixty-Nine that she wanted the Overseer’s baby, just like everyone else. But unlike most of the women in the vault, Anya was the extremely competitive sort, always had been. So, when an opportunity to get an early creampie and pregnancy from the Overseer presented itself… the athletic young woman had gone for it.
The experimentation had left her with tits nearly the size of her head that never ever stopped lactating… but it’d also left her with a baby in her belly, courtesy of the Overseer himself. Was it worth it? Anya had certainly thought so, at least in the beginning. She still thought so, even now, all these months later, even after giving birth to her beautiful baby girl. She was a mother now, but not a single one, not by far. The Vault took care of its own, and even if he had many, many other women to look after, the Overseer always found time for his newborn children.
Regardless, there were times when Anya somewhat regretted the deal she’d made. Like right now, as she struggles to keep up her pace on the treadmill, while her big, enhanced titties threaten to explode out of the fourth sports bra she’d used that week. She can FEEL her fat cow udders straining against their confines, even as her abs burn a bit with the pace, she’s setting for herself. She’s gotten rid of her baby fat quick enough, but there’s no getting rid of the massive milk jugs attached to her chest.
After the experiment, the Overseer had taken her from her place as a trainer at one of the vault’s gyms and assigned her to work under him directly as one of his maids. Needless to say, it’d been a step up in Anya’s humble opinion, and she couldn’t deny that she enjoyed being in such close proximity to the Overseer, day in and day out. But at the same time, she was still friends with the people at the gym she’d been working at. As a result, she was able to sneak in here late during the vault’s night cycle for solo workouts with no one being the wiser.
Even if she was the product of experimentation and her tits were bigger than she’d ever known them to be all her life, even if she was now a young mother… she still wanted to keep in shape. Call it a compulsion, call it clinging to some small bit of her past life, call it whatever you liked… Anya wasn’t going to give up her athletic figure lying down. She was-
RIIIIIIP!!!
And like that, in the middle of her inner monologue, her sports bra rips and her massive milk jugs spill out of her tops, bouncing and flopping all over the place as she has to catch herself lest she fall flat on her face and tits.
“Shit, fucking fuck!”
Shutting off the treadmill, Anya slows to a stop and just… takes a moment to catch her breath and collect herself. Staring down at her tits, which even now are starting to leak again with no material pressing down to keep them stopped up, Anya bites her lower lip, trying to contain a whimper to no avail.
Of course, that’s when a pair of familiar, strong, masculine hands grip tightly at her hips. Anya startles, her head whipping around as the athletic young woman takes in the smiling handsome face of the Overseer.
“O-Overseer…”
He just gives her a nod, as he turns her around and tucks a finger up under her chin.
“You seem to be having some trouble there, my dear.”
He was younger than her. He was younger than her, and yet, whenever they interacted, he made her feel so, so small… not that that was a bad thing. Shivering, Anya licks her lips.
“S-Sorry if I made you look for me, sir. I… I apologize if I wasn’t there when you needed a late-night snack.”
She goes to offer up her chest for him, well used to being supped from at all times of the day as one of the Overseer’s ever-lactating maids at this point. But he just shakes his head and holds up a hand to stop her.
“That’s not why I’m here. You didn’t make me look for you… I’ve always known where you were going, on nights like this. I admire your drive to improve yourself and to keep yourself in shape despite the changes that Doctor Ziegler made to you and the others.”
Anya flushes at that, glancing down at her milk jugs again, and then past them at her abs and the rest of her toned physique.
“T-Thank you, sir…”
“Still, it doesn’t appear the vault has a sports bra that can contain you when you’re going full tilt. We’ll have to do something about that. For now… let me help you exercise in my own way?”
It’s an offer. Right off the bat, Anya can hear that in the Overseer’s voice. This isn’t an order; this isn’t a command. He’s offering her his help… offering to help her exhaust herself, likely through sex of some kind. She could say no… but why the fuck would she ever do that?
“O-Of course… I’d be honored, sir.”
And she’s completely sincere about that too. Smiling, the Overseer gestures to the rest of the empty gym.
“So then… what’s next?”
Eventually, Anya points to a machine that will allow her to exercise her arm and shoulder muscles Moving over to it, the Overseer sits down and pulls out his cock, showing off that he’s already fully erect. Anya walks over, but before she can pull down her form-fitting workout leggings, the Overseer reaches up and grabs hold of her, pulling her closer and taking a firm grip on her leggings, before ripping open the crotch.
The athletic MILF maid lets out a lusty gasp at this, though she does give the Overseer a slightly pitiful look as he ruins MORE of her clothes. He just grins at her in response, even as he pulls her back and impales her on his cock, sinking her down his length inch after inch as her cunt flexes and grips tightly around his member.
“Don’t worry, I’ll get you some new ones. I have a good idea of how we can fix your current problem. After all, if you rip any more sports bras, we’re going to end up having a shortage.”
“A-Ah, y-yes sir…”
As she begins to use the machine for its intended purpose, she’s also bouncing up and down on the Overseer’s cock, moaning all the while, her cunt clenching and squeezing down harshly along his member even as her abs flex and grind. Her exposed tits, meanwhile, bounce and jiggle all over the place, going in every direction.
And yet, she’s with the Overseer, so truthfully, Anya doesn’t mind. She never has, when she’s taking care of her Master’s needs. Being with the Overseer, it’s always made her overly large breasts feel almost necessary, like she needs her fat chest to even catch the handsome man’s eye. As if to confirm this, the Overseer eventually reaches around her and grabs her tits, groping and squeezing them, even as he continues to thrust up into her from below.
“Tell me when you’re ready to move to the next machine, and we will darling.”
“… Y-Yes sir…”
She does a few dozen reps on that machine, before having him move with her to the next. And that’s how things go, with them effectively having sex on every machine across the entire gym. Anya would normally have been worried about how everyone else who used the gym would feel after such a thing… but she knew full well that having the Overseer’s musk filling the room would make the day of anyone who came here to workout tomorrow. They would love knowing that they were getting fit on a machine that the Overseer had fucked on. It would be the highlight of their week, if not their month.
Regardless, as Anya works out, the Overseer fucks her and adds a bit of an added sweat to her entire routine. He definitely puts her through her paces, even as she does the same to herself. Every machine tends to require a different position, and the Overseer always finds a way to insert himself into it… or more accurately, into her. Be it sitting beneath her and impaling her on his cock or taking her from behind as she leans forward into the arm curl machine, or even fucking her tits as she works on her legs.
He never stops using her body, and by the time Anya is finally done for the night, it’s honestly the best workout she’s ever had, the best exercise of her entire life. The best… sexercise, even. As she finishes up, she’s honestly quite happy to get on her knees and jerk him off the rest of the way to completion, taking his thick, creamy load all over her upturned face. With her eyes shut and her tongue out, Anya coaxes the Overseer into facializing her, her inner maid squealing in delight as he grunts and paints her white with his seed.
And then they’re done, Anya pulling back and the Overseer tucking his cock away. He gives her another smile and nod, and one parting statement before he departs.
“I’ll look into your sports bra dilemma, Anya. I think we can figure something out.”
She’s not so sure that will be possible, given the limited resources of the vault… but she’s grateful he’s willing to try all the same. If nothing else, the Overseer is always looking out for her.
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A few nights later, after finishing her work for the day and checking on how her baby is doing in the nursery with the other children, Anya makes her way back to her own personal quarters, which just so happen to be right next to the Overseer’s for ease of access, of course. She’s surprised, however, when she finds a box sitting on her bed that she hadn’t put there.
Blinking at it, Anya walks over and snatches up the note sitting atop the box, flipping it open and reading what’s on the paper.
Hi there, Anya! Our illustrious Overseer told me about your problems and asked for my help on a little project! Now, it should be said, he did most of the work, so don’t let him give me all the credit, okay? Make sure you thank him plenty, in your own special way. Even still, this new material SHOULD solve all of your problems and take care of all of your workout needs! Have fun!
~ Kaylee Frye, Engineering
Eyes wide, Anya drops the note to the side and pulls open the box, revealing new workout gear, sports bras and leggings galore. Mouth dry given what she just read, Anya is quick to strip out of her maid uniform and try the workout clothing on. To her surprise, she doesn’t struggle with getting the sports bra around her massive milk jugs. For the first time in forever, her clothing actually conforms to her enhanced body properly.
It’s still a snug fit, of course, and the sports bra is still going to do its job of keeping her tit movement to a minimum while she’s running, but all the same… Anya can tell that whatever this sports bra is made out of, it’s more elastic and more giving, and it won’t just rip from a single solid workout. Biting her lower lip as she checks herself out in her mirror, Anya can’t help but be excited.
Without a second look back at her room, the young woman heads for the gym to put her new workout clothing through a proper stress test. There’s no doubt in her mind however, that it won’t tear. The Overseer had said he would figure something out for her, and Vault Sixty-Nine’s Overseer ALWAYS came through, he NEVER gave up.
Giddy with excitement, the former track star turned gym trainer turned maid giddily makes her way over to the gym for a late-night workout, while the Overseer himself watches her journey through the security cameras, a soft smile on his face. Yes, he had a lot of women to handle and take care of… but that was no reason to neglect the needs of one of his oh so loyal maids…
In the end, he was just doing his job.
Comments
Cambrian
Thank you, I fixed that!
Marinecoco
I love this story and i hope to see a lot more of it. In addition, The Fallout tag is incorrectly labeled.
