"Urghhh," I groaned as Winter pushed the last thick bulb of the rectal connector past my anus. While I caught my breath, she stepped past me, tossing the vaginal plug onto the bed beside me.

 

"Give me a second," she said, "I need to get a fresh bottle of lube."

 

"Fuck that hurt," I said, "did you make that this bigger?"

 

 

Winter wiggled her ass at me as she walked away. "Same 65 millimeters as before. Sounds like you haven't had enough things in your ass lately."

 

"Haaa," I exhaled, "I guess I'll have to work on that."

 

Twenty minutes earlier, I'd been been standing under the shower washing off all the dirt and grime from the last couple days of our adventures while Winter filled me in on the radio call that Sturges had picked up the previous night. Apparently it all happened just after we left from our visit with Preston, and we'd missed a much earlier revelation by a matter of minutes.

 

 

Instead, it was Winter who got asked about it the next morning - and then she talked to Fred. The signal they'd picked up was a very narrow band homing beacon. That in and of itself was interesting, but Fred recognized something about this one. He was certain it was identical to the one that had led me to the disabled synth and to the power suit.

 

"So you think this might be another high-tech cache of some sort?" I asked.

 

Winter nodded, "funny thing is, Charley, we never found the homing beacon in that last cache. I have a suspicion that the beacon was built into the transit case you hauled back with the power suit inside. It probably only deactivated when we removed the suit."

 

Piper caught on right away. "So you're saying that you think there's another power suit out there?"

 

"Ex-actly," Winter confirmed. "And get this: the signal's coming from Station Olivia."

 

"Well damn," Jake said, "we were just heading there."

 

"I know," Winter agreed. "That's why I came chasing after you. You've got to bring that suit back with you."

 

"Why's that?" I asked.

 

"I want to take it apart, piece by piece, and then break down the materials in the Workshop. I think if we're careful and we do it right, we might be able to fabricate duplicate suits. It'll probably take a hell of a lot of resources, but it'll be worth it in the long run."

 

I nodded slowly, turning off the water.

 

"By the way, Charley, why did you..."

 

"...you still haven't told me why you shaved your head."

 

"Part of it was for the power suit helmet to fit better, but the other was to AGHHHH!!!"

 

Back in the present, and right at that moment of distraction, Winter slammed the vaginal plug home in a single stroke. Without giving me a moment to recover, she twisted the base and I felt the hormone probe roughly shove its way through my cervix. 

 

 

"AGHHHHHHHH!!!!!" I continued.

 

"Stop being a baby," Winter said in a teasing voice, "I can tell you love it. Your giant clit is practically tearing your hood in half." I felt her grip my inner lips and tug at them, "looks like you curled in on yourself a little bit when I put in the plug. Just. a. little. tug. and..." I could feel my skin shift. "Alright, everything's where it's supposed to be now. So Piper, have you ever seen a clit that big before?"

 

Piper made a semi-verbal, very uncomfortable sounding noise, before finally managing, "I, ah, haven't seen a lot of, um, clits, in my experience."

 

"Oh, she's so uncomfortable," Winter cooed. "You really found an innocent one."

 

Finally catching my breath I challenged Winter, "you were always a little naughty, but when did you develop this mean side?"

 

She tossed something onto the bed next to me with a soft flop while holding my eyes to her own. "Aw, I think I always had a bit of it in me, but being away from my folks and spending time with Lily and the other girls helped, I think. Now relax, I've got one more hole to fill down there."

 

I felt her press the tip of the catheter against my peehole and then slowly work it down my urethra. As designed, she didn't stop until it was touching the back of my bladder, and if I hadn't used the toilet before I got into the shower, I'm sure I would have had an intense urge to pee from the stimulation. Then Winter held her left hand over her head and I could see she had a long translucent bag connected to a tube. Her right hand, out of my view, shifted slightly and I could feel the foley balloon filling up to pin the catheter in place.

 

"OK, let's fill you up," she said with a smile.

 

"Wait, what's in that bag?" I asked.

 

"One half liter of fresh squeezed Winter piss, 98.6 degrees Fahrenheit," she said. "You didn't think it really too me that long just to grab a bottle of lube?"

 

Winter released a plastic hemostat, and quickly I felt the warm fluid flowing into me. About three quarters of the bag drained in before the level stopped going down. Winter frowned. "Hmm, oh! I forgot to account for the foley and the tube. Well, let me give you some help." With her other hand, she gently squeezed the bag and I squeeled in discomfort as the worked the rest of the hot yellow liquid into me, before running pinched thumb and index finger down the tube to ensure every drop made it into me. 

 

"Ah, that's too much, Winter! It feels like its going into my kidneys!"

 

"Sorry, my love, but the catheter's fill port is a one-way valve. You won't be letting any of that out until I hook you up to the suit."

 

"Then get me in the suit!"

 

"One thing at a time," Winter said. "Piper, did you know that Charley's clit is so big that we have to use parts from the male version of the kit on her?"

 

"What... what do you mean?" the normally intrepid reporter asked. 

 

"Here, you can help me. First, hand me that dermastat - yes, the polished steel clamp." I had a little bit of a huh? moment then; before she'd used a plastic one.

 

"Did something happen to the old clamp?" I asked.

 

"It was getting a little loose. Cheap springs I think. I made a new one in the Workshop. This one will keep a tight grip a lot longer.

 

"Ah! It's cold!" I protested as she slipped one side of the nose between my throbbing clit and the tight-stretched skin of my hood."

 

"Now," Winter narrated, "we're going to gently pull the skin back until... there! That big fucking clitdick popped right out."

 

"It's bigger than it looked," Piper whispered.

 

"You can touch it if you want," Winter suggested. "It'll be red hot."

 

"I don't..."

 

"No? That's OK." Winter leaned down and ran her tongue over my sensitive bud and the muscles in my tummy tensed up. It made my full bladder feel like it was going go explode.

 

"Now, here's the part where you can help," Winter continued. "I'm going to take this plastic cage here and push it down until it's right up against her skin. When I saw to, I need you to pull on these two tabs. They'll be stretchy and soft except for the little tab on the end. Pull them all the way out and hold them for me, OK?"

 

"I... I think I can handle that."

 

"Alright, here goes." Winter used her index and middle finger on one hand to spread open my outer lips so there was plenty of clearance for the cage, then she pushed it down against my clit. Compared to some of the other sensations I'd felt recently, it wasn't too bad, just a nice deep pressure. Then Winter said, "now, pull out the tabs."

 

As Winter pulled on the tabs, I could feel the inner elastic liner of the cage constricting, causing my clit to swell up even more and press against the rigid structure of the cage.

 

"Mmmmmm," I moaned as the stimulation warmed my skin. 

 

"OK, let me take those." Winter wrapped the elastic cables around my waist and then hooked each tab into its opposite opening. I could feel my pulse in my clit, throbbing. Again, I didn't remember it being this intense before.

 

"This is so weird," I said, "everything feels... more. I don't know how to say it."

 

Winter smiled. "I've got a theory on that, but I need more data to say for sure. For now, all I can tell you is that you don't have anything to worry about, it's fine. Now let's get that suit on you."

 

 

I squirmed as they pulled on the suit, but once all the interlocks were connected, my discomfort subsided a little bit. 

 

"That feels better, doesn't it?" Winter asked.

 

"Yes... whew..."

 

"That's the WMS starting to drain your bladder. Remember, it only makes you hold in 400 milliliters - about a cup. It'll release the rest. But, the drainage tubes on the suit can only hold so much, so lets get the backpack mounted, OK? Piper, you can help here again. Connect the mounting plate on that backpack to the three recessed holes on her back ,just under the heck piece. See them? It's one large hole with a small one above and below. Yes, right there."

 

I heard a click and the rate of my relief increase further. "There you go, sweety, now its filling up the biosaline tank. You won't run out like you did that time you got the bad dose of rads. That's why I filled you up, by the way, not just for fun. This ensures you start with enough fluids for the medical system."

 

"Why didn't you just fill the backpack directly?"

 

Winter shrugged. "Because where's the fun in that? OK, Piper, your turn again. See that tube hanging off the bottom of the backpack?"

 

Piper nodded, "I see it. What do you want me to do with it."

 

"Charley's going to bend over like a good girl and you're going to push the tip into the bottom of her butt plug until you feel it click into place. That's how it pumps medicine into her if she gets hurt."

 

I did as Winter directed, and felt a moment of pressure as Piper connected the injection tube. 

 

"Well done, Piper. You're a natural at this. If you ever give up the newspaper business, you should come work with me on the power suit... power suits if your trip to Olivia pays off."

 

 

"I don't know," Piper said, "this looks pretty intense."

 

"Hey, back when we were just getting started, I wore the suit just as much as Charley did. Trust me, it's not as bad as drama queen here's making it out to be. Hell, we put you in the suit some time if you wanted. You could write about the experience."

 

"I uh, I'll take that under consideration, as they say."

 

"Pfft, somebody's got no sense of adventure. OK, let's get Charley's helmet on, and then hook up her breathing and feeding tubes."

 

They got the mask into place and had me bite down on the mouth guard, then Winter took a moment to appreciate the view for a moment.

 

"I never get tired of looking into your mouth." I heard a sucking noise and then felt a pair of drool-slick fingers rub against my tongue. "Remember that time you fed me through the hole in the mask, and then pissed in my mouth to wash it down?" she asked. I heard Piper give a little gasp. I nodded.

 

 

"Some day," Winter promised, "I owe you payback. Sadly, my bladder is empty right now, so you'll have to wait." With that, she proceeded to insert first the breathing tube, and then the feeding tube. With a final twist and a hiss of sealing gaskets, my armoring process was complete. 

 

It took only a moment for me to synchronize with the vocoder so I could speak in my natural voice despite being fully encased in the armor. I called downstairs, "Jake, thanks for waiting, I'm coming down now."

 

As I descended the stairs, Piper whispered to me, "how can you be so cool about everything? That looked like it hurt so much!"

 

I shrugged, "that's the price I have to pay for this protection. The suit is amazing, makes me feel like a one woman army. A little bit of discomfort's a small price to pay." 

 

Lowering her voice further, she asked, "did you really piss in her mouth?"

 

I turned to Piper, examining her face from behind the opaque mask of the helmet. "If I did, what would you think?"

 

She blushed a little. "I... I don't know. I never thought about, um, doing things like that before."

 

I patted her on the arm, "well, there's time for as much or as little as you want to try in the future. Right up to edge of where you're comfortable." Then, down the stairs, "Jake! You ready?"

 

The mastermind of this operation poked his head back into the building from where he'd been waiting outside. "Ready as ever. I heard some fearsome howls from up there. Everything OK?"

 

"Everything's fine. Just getting back into the saddle after a long break. You mentioned you had some gear you needed to get?"

 

"Yeah, but it's stashed on the way. Follow me."

 

Jake led us to a rusted-out car a little bit north of the quarry where the Minutemen kept a base. He dug around a bit and then hauled out a crate from a hidden recess.

 

 

"Aha!" he said, "it's still here. Give me a sec to get what I need."

 

The first thing he extracted was a blue plastic batting helmet, which he promptly popped onto his head. "How do you like the headware?"

 

I shrugged, "looks fine, I guess. What else have you got down there?"

 

 

Jake proceeded to extract a leather bandolier, which he carefully filled up with ammo from his box. "Lots and lots of firepower," he said. "I definitely won't be running dry in this fight."

 

"What about you, Piper," I called, "do you need any ammo?"

 

She shook her head, "In theory, I plan to be mostly shooting my camera. If I have to use my gun," she patted her rifle, "I'll be light on the trigger."

 

"Fair enough," I said. "In that case, let's show those raiders they aren't welcome. They should be just up ahead, over that rise."

 

 

My sense of direction wasn't off, but what I wasn't expecting was a column of men in military uniforms tracking down the road. 

 

"Gunners," I whispered under my breath. I gestured to Piper and Jake to move in, and then blasted their leader with my shotgun.

 

The fight was quick and brutal, with the Gunners' robot putting up the most resistance. But surprise was on our side, and we neutralized them quickly.

 

"What the actual fuck?" I hissed as I checked the bodies. "The reports said there were raiders up here, not fucking Gunners."

 

 

"They must have come down from Lowell," Jake speculated. "I hear there's all kinds of mercs and hired guns milling around the New Hampshire border. Some kind of trouble up there, though I don't have any details."

 

"The question is, are they in cahoots with the raiders at Olivia... or worse, are the Gunners the 'raiders' at Olivia?"

 

"No way to easily tell. Hold up, I'll scout around the side to make sure you don't get jumped. You head in and deal with the... well, I hope they're raiders."

 

"OK," I said. "Use the radio on your Pip-Boy if you need to warn me off. Piper, you're with me."

 

We crept up on the old Air Force base, trying to avoid early detection, but once we were inside the wire I put the powersuit to full use and smashed the raiders - and it was just raiders, no more Gunners in sight. I remembered the general layout of the base and made a priority to get up to the elevated tower in the center. From there, we commanded the courtyard and quickly cleared out the trash that had moved back in.

 

 

From there, we descended into the bunker complex under the base, clearing it room by room. The raiders tried to fall back to more defensible positions, but I used the powersuit's tough outer skin to shrug off hits in a way that let me fight fast and aggressive. One by one the raiders fell, and I pressed on towards the computer room at the bottom of the bunker.

 

 

To give credit where credit's due, at one point they tried to rally and mount a counterattack, even hitting us from two directions and trying to distract us with trained attack dogs. Things got a little hairy then, but thankfully I had good covering fire from Piper and Jake, and we were able to break through their last defense line. 

 

The toughest part actually was the very last push - I could see that the raiders had a prisoner tied up behind them, and so I had to switch from my shotgun - which was a real hazard to the hostage, to my backup handgun, a move that really cut into my firepower.

 

When all was said and done, a couple of the raiders were actually still alive. I was about to execute them when Piper stopped me. "Hold on, Blue, they might know why the raiders came back. And yes, yes, it's probably just because it's a decent base, but maybe there's another reason. Let's take back the survivors for questioning."

 

I looked to the raider at my feed and smiled. "It's your lucky day, sweetie. You're coming with us." Then I slapped a bomb collar on her neck.

 

With the prisoners secured, we set about freeing the raiders' hostages, at least the ones that were still alive. The first hostage was a man, and he seemed ready to leave as soon as I untied him.

 

"What's the hurry, pal?" I asked.

 

He hissed back, "that stupid bitch almost got us all killed, and eaten, maybe not in that order. Being barbecue isn't worth the handful of caps she offered me."

 

"Well, follow me for now. I'll get you back to Concord, then you can decide where to go from there."

 

He grumbled something about wanting to leave right away, but I handed him off to Piper and she seemed to do an adequate job placating him, after which the whining stopped.

 

The second hostage, also a man, was more obliging. Even before I untied him, he said, "listen, I don't want any trouble. I'm a bonded caravan escort with the Bunker Hill Cartel. They'll pay you a bounty for my safe return."

 

"Bunker Hill?" I asked, "that's a long way from here."

 

"Our client came here looking for some old technology. You know the type - they'll go as far and wide as they have to to get their fix. But I'm done, contract was void as soon as she tried to cut a deal with the raiders."

 

"And what's her situation? Still alive?" I asked as I untied the man.

 

"Last I heard. They were trying to get her out of her armor, without a lot of luck. She's down the hall at the back of the bunker."

 

 

"OK. That's helpful, thanks. Here, follow Piper," I pointed her out, "until we get clear of here. We'll bring you back to Concord, then you're free to go wherever you want."

 

"Piper, huh? Shit, and nice tits too."

 

"Watch it," she drawled menacingly, flicking the barrel of her rifle to where she wanted him to stand.

 

I proceeded down the hall towards the storage area at the back. As promised, I could see a female form struggling on a cross, backlit by a burning barrel. It was an interesting and somewhat familiar-looking form.

 

Very familiar, in fact. Too familiar, once I shined my flashlight on her and banished the gloom.

 

The woman was wearing a power suit.