“That’s great,” said Angeline Crow as Nora told her about Corvega. “All of them?”

 

“We counted over sixty bodies when we were finished,” said Nora, thinking back on her greatest triumph so far. “Of course, we never faced more than a half dozen at a time.”

 

“Well, you did what you said you would,” said a smiling Angeline, arm around the shoulder of her daughter, Rebecca.

 

“How do we know you’re telling the truth?” asked Derrick, glaring at Nora.

 

“Come on, Derrick,” said Debbie, the fourth settler. “Look at that armor, those weapons. These are people who get things done.”

 

“Thanks. If you don’t believe me you can walk over to Lexington and check it out. Be warned, though. There are still a number of feral ghouls over there.”

 

“Well, I believe you,” said Angeline. “You already done so much for us. So we’re in. We’re joining the Minutemen.”

 

“Hallelujah,” said Nora, motioning the two extra people she had brought with her over. “This is Barry Thomas and his wife, Julia. They’re here to join your settlement and lend you a hand. Both are farmers who fled Raiders to the south.”

 

“And we aren’t about to be chased off again,” said Julia, smiling.

 

“I’m going to stay here the rest of today and tonight,” said Nora, motioning her three Handies forward. “You’re going to get two of these to help you out, and I’m going to start some things building for you.”

 

Nora first had one of the Handies start on making a QESS station, while the other two started on cutting down some trees and processing them into lumber. The robots were strong, tireless, and exactly what she needed up here. She showed Angeline how the QESS station worked, much to the delight of the woman.

 

“You people are miracle workers. How’d you come up with such a thing.”

 

“I have people working with me who work the miracles,” said Nora, watching as a Handy pulled a kit out of the station, then started on the assembly of a full on Constructron. As soon as it was ready the Handy started on another, while the Constructron pulled more kits from the station and lay them on the ground, then started to lay the foundations of the first building. The second joined in as soon as it was able, and the foundation of a small building was soon up.

 

“Here’s more seeds for you, as well as another twenty MREs and other food.”

 

“Thank you. We’re starting to get some food from our crops, but we’re nowhere near self-sufficient.”

 

“Well, being part of our alliance means you have friends to help you out.”

 

An hour later the foundation was laid, and the three Handies started assembling a small fusion reactor. It up and running they build a vaporator that would produce a hundred gallons of water a day. Meanwhile the Constructrons started on another foundation, this one for living quarters. Nora wanted these people to have the comforts of civilization, and she would start them off.

 

Nora and company spent the night at the settlement, the three companions putting their bags down on the floor of the industrial foundation and getting naked. It was pitch black, but they didn’t need light to find what they were looking for, and the three pleasured each other through the night. At one point a flashlight came up, and Angeline shone it on them, then hastily turned it off.

 

“Sorry,” said the Farmer. “I didn’t mean to intrude.”

 

“You want to join us?” asked Heather, a dim figure in the darkness.

 

“I would love to. And are the pair you brought firmly monogamist?”

 

“I think you might be able to talk Barry into some games,” said Nora with a laugh. “As long as you invite Julia to join.”

 

One of the things Nora had been sure to quiz the new settlers on was their attitude toward sex. She wanted Angeline to get some cock if she wanted, and the couple were open to sex outside of their marriage. As they had proven to Nora the night before she left Sanctuary Hills for this location, and again on the stopover at Starlight.

 

When morning came the wonder of a two-story house greeted their eyes, wooden, made from the cut planks of the trees the Handies and Constructrons had cut down. It had two rooms on the ground floor, stairs leading up to the second that had four bedrooms and room for ten beds. The Handies started stringing power connectors, and soon the house had inside lighting. By mid-morning the bathroom was installed, with two toilets and a pair of showers. No privacy, as of yet. That would come later. Right now it was just important that the settlers had a way to get clean and to eliminate their wastes. The toilets fed into a small compost unit, making sure that nothing was wasted. A radio beacon went in above the warehouse, powered up and broadcasting its welcome signal.

 

“The showers are cold, for now, but we’re leaving behind a water heater kit. The robots will be making ten bedframes, and we’ll leave you ten mattress bags to stuff with packing material that will be coming through the QESS.”

 

“What about something to defend ourselves?” asked Debbie. “And I’m afraid Boomer will come here when he finds out how well we’re doing.”

 

Nora spent a few minutes pulling weapons out of the QESS system, until there were a half dozen military class rifles, a couple of hunting rifles and a few sidearms, along with ammo, laying on the floor. Nora directed the Handies to construct two pipe turrets on the roof of each building, giving at least some security to the settlement.

 

“Pack up people,” she told Barb and Heather. “We’re going to pay a visit on Boomer.”

 

“The Raider with the power armor and Fatman?” asked a wide-eyed Barb. “Are you sure?”

 

“We handled the one in Lexington, so why not? I’ll scout out the area from above and we’ll make a plan to take him out.”

 

Zimonja was a two hour walk from Ten Pines. Nora spotted a small Raider camp a mile out, avoiding it for the moment so as not to alert Boomer. Nora jetted up to the overpass, getting a good position and scanning the area around the radio tower. She looked it over from her rifle scope, then her hacked visor, marking each Raider in her mind. There were four of the regular scumbags with bad armor and weapons, and Boomer, in his horrible Raider power armor, a Fatman over his back.

 

Too bad he doesn’t have his helmet off, thought Nora. Then it would take just one shot of her rifle and he would fall. As she watched and waited the Raider leader climbed out of the armor, walking over to some bushes, pulling his cock out and starting to take a piss. The last of his life, as Nora fired a burst at his head and put him down. The other Raiders looked around in alarm, one going for the Fatman still strapped to the armor. That one went down as well, and Nora engaged her jetpack to come down in the camp, taking out two of the Raiders on the way down.

 

The woman fell to her knees, begging for mercy. We’re all out of mercy today, thought Nora, shooting the woman in the head with her M1911A1.

 

“Come on in,” she called out to her friends.

 

“You got them?”

 

“Yep,” she told the two and they walked in on alert. “The dumb asshole took a piss and I ended him.”

 

“Damn,” said Barb, looking down on Boome'rs body and his cock hanging out of his pants. “Died with his dick swinging in the wind. Awful way to go.”

 

“Probably no worse than what they did to others,” said Nora, doing a search of the area and finding lots of clothing, jewelry, weapons and ammo, sure that those people had also had their lives taken. There were actually charred bones, human bones, around the cook fire.

 

“Ew,” said Heather, gagging. “They were canibals.”

 

“Then good thing we spoiled their dinners, for the rest of time,” said Barb, also looking sick.

 

“So, let’s go meet the neighbors.”

 

There were a trio of Raiders set up on a truck they had converted to a home. They had two turrets, blown apart by Nora’s rifle, the explosion of one taking down a nearby Raider. The other two came out into the open, yelling at the top of their lungs, to take a laser blast and a burst from Barb’s rifle.

 

“Well damn. You didn’t want to have all the fun,” said Barb, standing over her kill.

 

“Let’s get back to Ten Pines and let Angeline and company know the neighbors have been evicted.”

 

At Ten Pines Nora made a point of showing off Boomers power armor helmet, as well as the Fatman. “Satisfied, Derrick,” she told the man, staring into his eyes until he dropped his gaze.

 

“Thank you so much.”

 

“Now, we expect you to build this place up, accept new settlers, and become a strong point for the alliance. For our part, if you have any trouble we’ll come a running.”

 

“Got it,” said Angeline. “You gonna spend the night?”

 

“I think we better,” said Nora. “I hate to be on the road after dark without a secure place to hold up. At least tonight we have mattresses and light.”

 

Heather came back into the camp a half an hour later with a dressed radstag, all to go into the pot of vegetables the farmers had simmering. Ten Pines Bluff had its first good home cooked meal in some time, and the games that night were also very pleasant.

 

The party walked through the next day, stopping for an hour at Starlight so Nora could inspect the place. The large industrial building was up, streetlights ready, the settler house under construction. She had high hopes for this place indeed, but first she needed to take care of remaking herself.

 

*     *     *

 

“Okay. Both of you know what’s going to happen?”

 

“I think you’re insane,” said a frowning Barb. “Or just plain stupid.”

 

“Protest noted. Just make sure I have everything I need.”

 

“No problem,” said an also frowning Heather. “I agree with Barb that you are insane. But you’ve seemed to make madness work for you before.”

 

The bedroom was set up for a long period of convalescence. There was food and drink in the room, clean clothes, even some IV bags hung and ready. Nora held the Supersoldier Serum that Heather had mixed for her, occupying a Med-X type syringe.

 

She was scared, though she had done some things lately that had a much higher probability of death than this. Like targeting Raiders in power armor who were wielding Fatman launchers. But she was doing this to herself. If she survived she would be a real badass. If she died she would have deprived her side of its most effective warrior.

 

And I didn’t even answer Preston about leading the Minutemen, she thought, wishing she had just gone ahead and told him yes. She thought he would do a better job of it. After all, he lived and breathed Minutemen, and was headquartered here in Sanctuary Hills. While she was often going to be out on the road. He had seemed insistent that he couldn’t do it, and that she could. She took a seat on the bed and brought the needle to her arm, hand shaking.

 

“Let me,” said Heather, taking the needle.

 

“I thought you wanted nothing to do with injecting me.”

 

“I still don’t. But you’re about to botch it completely.” Heather carefully placed the needle against Nora’s forearm, then pushed it in with a clean quick motion. She pushed in the plunger, again smooth a quick. “How did that feel?”

 

“Not too bad,” said Nora, a feeling of calm overcoming her. She felt sleepy. Then it hit. The liquid fire running through her veins. She screamed, the agony overcoming her, sure that she was going to die. Wishing that she would.

 

“Nora?” said Heather in alarm.

 

“I..” And the blackness swarmed her under. Her heart was beating too fast, then not fast enough, and she was sure that she would not awaken from this sleep. And then she knew no more.

 

*     *     *

 

“How is she?” asked an extremely concerned Barb.

 

Nora was laying naked on her bed, the plastic cups of sensors attached to arms, legs and chest. The monitor was showing heart rate, brain waves, temperature and other vitals. The heart rate was almost non-existent, while the brain waves were jumping all over the place.

 

“I don’t know,” said an alarmed Heather. “I’m not sure how any of this is supposed to go.”

 

“What’s going on in there?” came Garvey’s voice through the door. “Let me in,” he yelled as he tried the handle and found it locked.

Heather let him in, thinking it better to let him know.

 

“Shit. What’s happened to her?”

 

“She took a Supersoldier Serum she found, hoping it would make her a better warrior. And she went down.”

 

“Is she going to be okay?” asked Preston, averting his eyes for a moment from her nakedness, then unable to look away.

 

“We don’t know. None of us expected this. We…”

 

“Her heart rate is coming up,” said Barb. “That’s good, right?”

 

The heart rate kept rising, until it seemed like it would burst out of her chest. The blood pressure went up to over two hundred, and Nora cried out in pain. Her temperature was going up as well, until it steadied out at over one hundred and ten.

 

“That temperature is going to kill her,” said Preston. “Do something.”

 

“I don’t know what to do. We’re just going to have to wait this out.”

 

Heather sat in the chair by the side of Nora’s bed, taking her friend’s hand in hers. It was hot, and the muscles were spasming, then locking up, then spasming again. Sweat was pouring off Nora’s body, she was hot to the touch, but her body was shivering as if she were cold. The three watched her for several hours, sure that Nora was on the verge of expiring. Suddenly her heart rate normalized, her temperature, though still warm came down, and her breath steadied.

 

At four hours into the process Nora’s eyes opened. She had pissed herself, and the odor coming from the bed indicated that she might have defecated on herself as well.

 

“So hungry,” she gasped.

 

“Here,” said Heather, helping Nora to sit up a bit while she offered her a straw. The water was filled with protein powder and electrolytes, and Nora attacked it like she was starving. Which she very well might have been. She drained the quart bottle and Heather offered her another, also drained in minutes. Nora’s eyes closed and she went back to sleep, her muscles continuing to jump under her skin.

 

“You might want to get out of here, Preston. Me and Barb are going to clean the filth off of her.”

 

“You don’t think I haven’t cared for injured soldiers who couldn't control their bowels and bladders. Let me help.”

 

“Very well. You and Barb shift her while I get the sheet off the bed and clean her. Then we shift her again while I put some diapers on her and we make her comfortable on new sheets.”

 

“Got it,” said Preston, following directions to the letter. “Don’t die, don’t die, don’t die,” he kept repeating under his breath.

 

Heather almost asked him to leave, but Nora was out of it and wasn’t hearing shit, as far as they knew.

 

Six hours into the process her temp had come down to almost normal, though her heart rate was still elevated and her muscles were still twitching up a storm. She shat herself again, a sign that her body was processing the food in her system, but this time the diapers caught the filth.

 

“Food,” croaked Nora as her eyes came open again.

 

Heather nodded to Preston, who helped Nora to sit up, while she brought a plate of steaming meat and tatos over and started to put it in Nora’s mouth. Nora chewed quickly and swallowed, over and over until all the food was gone. “More.”

 

“Give me an MRE,” Heather told Barb. She started spooning the tuna salad into her friend’s mouth, then gave her another bottle of protein water. Nora fell back on the bed and went into a deep sleep.

 

Nora slept through the rest of the night, her temperature coming down, her heart rate strong and steady. Nora woke at sunrise, her eyes clear, her pulse steady, her body temp still a little high but nothing to be alarmed about.

 

“I need to go to the bathroom,” she told Heather.

 

“Just let go in bed. We’ll clean you up.”

 

“Nope. I want a toilet and a shower. Please.”

 

They helped her up and to the bathroom. She walked with clumsy jerky steps, and needed help to get on the toilet. Barb and Preston stripped and changed the bed while she was taking care of her business, putting down a plastic covering before replacing the sheets. Heather stripped and helped Nora into the shower, holding her up and cleaning her, then drying her, before leading her naked back to bed. Preston averted his eyes from the two naked women, and Heather chuckled. “It’s okay, Preston,” she said. “Just think of it clinically. Unless you really need a woman.”

 

“I..”

 

“Just kidding,” said Heather, though she thought she wouldn’t mind taking Preston to bed, once this crisis was over.

 

Nora slept through the day, waking every couple of hours to eat her fill, then be helped to the bathroom. Heather thought her friend past the crisis point, though she really didn’t know how long she was going to be experiencing the fun and excitement of transformation. After seven hours of sleep she was up with the dawn, confusion on her face.

 

“What’s wrong, honey?”

 

“My mind is working too damn fast,” said Nora, running a hand over her hair. “I can’t slow it down.” Nora reached for the bottle on the table on her bedside, her hand moving too fast for her to control and knocking it across the room.

 

“Do you want to eat?”

 

“I want to sit at a table and eat like a real person. After I take a shit, of course.”

 

Nora cursed the entire way down to the dining room, sitting her naked body in a chair to the stares of some of the other settlers. “Never seen a naked woman before,” hissed Nora. “Boy, were you deprived.”

 

“Have some porridge and sausage,” said Sturgis, bring over a plate, along with a bottle of Nuka Cola. “You going to be okay?”

 

“I think I’ll live. Though I’m not sure if I’m ever going to be okay.”

 

Nora slept through the rest of that day as well, only getting up for bathrooms breaks and meals. On the morning of the fourth day she got out of bed on her own, still unsteady on her feet but walking with strength. “I need to see what I can do.”

 

“Don’t push it too much,” cautioned Heather, who had gotten a good night in herself.

 

“I need to get my body under my control,” said Nora, frowning. “Hell, I went through Airborne training in college. Pilot training after. I can do this.”

 

Nora walked outside, still naked, despite Heather asking her if she wanted any clothes. She started walking, a stumbling step that steadied out after a couple of minutes. She started to jog, then sped up, until she was running at full stride, eating up the ground with her pace. She stumbled a couple of times, but was never in any danger of falling. She went into a sprint, flying over the ground, heading straight for one of the two story buildings. Leaping into the air from a run, she sprung onto the roof, laughing. And falling to land on her back on the ground. She lay there laughing while Heather and Barb ran up to her, alarmed expressions on their faces.

 

“I’m the worlds clumsiest superhero. Isn’t that a hoot.”

 

“Are you okay.”

 

“Of course I am,” said Nora, kicking herself back up to her feet. She jumped straight up, her feet ten feet off the ground, landing lightly. “I need to try something else.”

 

Nora walked over to the place they had installed exercise equipment. She loaded up the barbel on the bench, six hundred pounds, then positioned herself.

 

“Don’t you think that a little much?”

 

“No, Heather. I don’t.” Nora put her hands on the bar and pushed, raising the heavy weights into the air. She lowered it, then pressed it up again, over and over, speeding up, until after eighteen repetitions she lowered it back to its stand. Then she moved to the pommel horse, pushing herself up into a handstand, then going through a routine that had her spinning around like an Olympic champion. She didn’t stick the dismount, though, and stumbled to her knees.

 

“One last test,” she said, holding out a hand. “Give me your knife, Heather.”

 

“What are you going to do?”

 

“Well, I have no intention of thrusting the blade into my guts, though that might be a good test. I think a slice across my forearm. Now give it up.”

 

Heather handed her combat knife over hilt first, then stared as Nora sliced it in a shallow cut across her forearm. Blood flowed freely for a couple of seconds, then slowed and stopped. The wound closed before their eyes, the flesh knitting, until only a small scar was left. In minutes even the scar was gone, and the flesh of the forearm was clear and unmarked.

 

“Amazing,” said Heather. “Anything not instantly fatal you will heal.”

 

“I don’t want to test that by having an arm blown off,” said Nora with a laugh. “But yeah, it’s looking like my self repair is up and running.”

 

“Maybe you should take a break.”

“I need to work this body until I can’t work it anymore,” said Nora with a frown. “I can be an awesome warrior with these abilities, but only if I have full grace and coordination. So time for some karate.”

 

Nora spent the next couple of hours going through the moves of the several martial arts she knew. Punches, knife hands, ridge hands, blocks, followed by her full repertoire of kicks, ending each with a full extension up in the air. Then doing katas, the ritualized motions simulating handling an attacker.

 

I am really hungry,” she told Heather as she wiped her sweat off with a towel. “Let’s go get some lunch.”

 

“That;s not for another two hours.”

 

“Then brunch. I can already see one problem with this body. It burns up calories at a furious rate, and needs constant replenishing. Well, just have to plan for it in the future.”

 

After a quick sandwich Nora was on the move again, looking for Sturgis. “Sturgis, I need something from you.”

 

“A little early in the day for that, don’t you think,” Sturgis’ eyes roaming over her naked form.

 

“Come to think of it, I’m really fucking horny.” She pulled Sturgis out of his chair and started to lead him away, holding up as he resisted. “Sorry. I’m not going to rape you. But I really need to get fucked. So, please.”

 

Sturgis went with her willingly then, and laughed as she pushed him back on his bed. She went down on him, sucking his already hardening cock into her mouth, deep into her throat, which seemed to handle the large dick better than before. When he was hard as a rock she climbed up and lowered her pussy onto his dick, letting it penetrate, then sliding down until her was all the way home. There was some discomfort as he pushed past her cervix, but she really didn’t care as she started riding him, hard.

 

“What’s gotten into you?” the wide eyed man asked.

 

“Right now you’ve gotten into me. And you feel so good, lover.”

 

Her pussy was gripping Sturgis’ cock like a vise, and she had to give him credit for his ability to hold back. She frantically rode him, feeling an orgasm build, then explode through her body. It was more intense that ever, if that was even possible. She saw stars, the pleasure almost blacked her out for a moment. Her body was responding like never before. She started to come down, then ramped back up to another orgasm, her pussy clenching at the cock with her, milking it for all it was worth. And sending Sturgis over the edge, his cock swelling and sending huge spurts of cum into her pussy, to roll out and down his dick, coating his balls.

 

“Whew,” said Nora, getting off, letting more of the cum roll out of her. “You’re improving.”

 

“I’ve got a wonderful teacher.”

 

“Oh,” said Nora, leaning in to kiss the man. “You’re so sweet. Now, I need you to make a heavy punching bag for me. One with a sturdy casing that can stand a real hit.”

 

“It’s yours. By tomorrow?”

 

“You’re a sweety. And I owe you. And you know how I pay my debts.”

 

That night she was going over tech manuals, surprised at how quickly her brain was grasping the concepts. Everything seemed too easy, and her memory, always good, now seemed truly eidetic.

 

“You all sexed out for the day,” said Heather with a smile.

 

“Oh hell no. I could do with some girl girl tonight.”

 

“Well, we have a treat for you. Pull off those clothes and follow me.”

 

A naked Heather led a naked Nora into a small bedroom, where Barb had installed a massage table. Barb stood naked as well, placing warm towels on the table.

 

“Oh hell yes,” said Nora, looking at the table.

 

“Get your ass up there, on your stomach, and let us go to work.”

Nora sighed as oiled hands started to run over her body. Her skin was very sensitive, probably more than before, with more pleasure receptors. The girls alternated with silky strokes and digging fingers, releasing the tension held within.

 

“Your skin is so unbelievably soft, honey,” said Barb, the lead on the massage. ‘And your muscles are like steel bands.”

 

All Nora could do was sigh and enjoy. After fifteen minutes on her back they turned her over. Now was the time for the sexual portion of the massage, and Heather started rubbing her inner thighs, working her fingers to the edge of her pubic area, while Barb stroked Nora’s breasts.

 

“Any chance you might find more of that serum?” asked Barb. “I would love to have what you got.”

 

“Tell you what. If I find two doses, they’re yours.”

 

“And if you only find one?” asked Heather, her fingers running down Nora’s slit and sending shivers up the woman’s spine.

 

“Then I toss it into a mud pit, and let the two of your wrestle for it naked in front of the settlers.”

 

“You wouldn’t,” said Heather in mock horror.

 

“Oh yes she would, the sadist.”

“Just keep doing what your doing and don’t worry about who gets the serum. Especially since we don’t have any more.”

 

Heather started to rub her finger over Nora’s clit while another probed her pussy. Nora started to sigh, then groan, as Heather used a long finger to find her G-spot and start massaging the bundle of pleasure nerves. And Nora went off, bucking and screaming as a totally delicious orgasm took over her whole body.

 

“That was really powerful.”

 

“I think the serum increased my sexual response as well,” said a smiling Nora. “When Sturgis fucked me earlier I thought the orgasm was more intense as well.”

 

“So now we have super-slut,” said a laughing Heather.

 

“You’re just jealous.”

 

“Damn straight. So why don’t you get down on the floor with your two slutlings and we go for mutual pleasure.

 

At the end of their session they all lay with languorous smiles, stroking the dear flesh of each other.

 

“Preston was amazing, Nora,” said Heather. “He pitched right in with cleaning you up and feeding you. While you’re handing out the pussy, you might think of him.”

 

“I hadn’t. He isn’t a bad looking guy. And I do owe him. So I guess Preston has a shot of Nora in his future.”

 

Nora spent the next three days working on her body, until she was satisfied that it would do what she wanted, when she wanted. She rocked the punching back four hours a day. Punches, kicks, blocks, even strikes with batons to simulate sword and knife strokes. Running, climbing, jumping, lifting weights, making sure that she was ready for another mission.

 

The last night she cornered Preston in his room. “I need to talk to you.”

 

“Have you been thinking about taking command of the Minutemen.”

 

“I have. But first I want to thank you for taking care of me.” She closed with him, pressing her lips against his in a deep kiss.

 

“You don’t need to thank me.”

 

“I do. And I have just the thing. Unless you don’t want to.”

 

“You’ve been all I’ve been thinking about for weeks, Nora. But I didn’t think you wanted any kind of relationship.”

 

“I don’t. But I do want to share my body with you. Bring you some pleasure. Will you let me?”

 

Preston nodded, and soon he was between Nora’s legs, plunging his nice dick into the best pussy he had ever had. Nora was already primed from her escapades through the day, and was having orgasm after orgasm as he pounded her into the mattress. Preston growled deep in his throat, then shot his load deep in her pussy.

 

Nora lay to the side playing with the hair on Preston’s chest, while he ran a hand down her back. “You are so lovely. So perfect.”

 

“And like I said, I don’t want a permanent relationship. Sorry. I enjoy variety, and plan to have as much sex as I can while I still draw breath. But I wanted to tell you that I will accept the position of leader of the Minutemen.”

 

“Good. We can use you. You are forceful enough and diplomatic enough, good enough with people. I think you will make a great fit. But, oh shit. I just fucked the general.”

 

“How did I get a promotion like that,” said Nora with a laugh.

 

“The leader of the Minutemen is always a general. And as the last of the Minutemen, no one can tell me who I can and can’t name general.”

 

“General it is,” said Nora, kissing her second in command. “Now you seem to have recovered, so how about another go with the General.”

 

“Yes, ma’am,” said Preston, rolling over and putting his cock at her entrance. “Yours to command.”