It has been a month since my capture by the Gunners. I went north, far from the troubles. I arrived in this ghost town called Salem. No one lived there anymore but there were plenty of supplies and resources! I was enjoying life, sunbathing, walking, simple things that I had missed.

 

 

          The days were simple and similar. I had nothing to worry about. Only one caravan of merchants came to town and you know what? They were the same ones I had met before my attack on Lexington. They remembered me and I even got a new tattoo on my left thigh!

 

 

            I lived in the church. It was a perfect place to call home. I was upstairs, a safe spot for seeing troubles coming. The city had turrets that were disabled and I didn't have the access codes to bring them back online. No big deal because today was my 238th birthday! If you take out the 210 years spent in cryo, that makes me 28 years old. Well preserved for an old woman don't you think?

 

 

          Even though I was alone and could walk around naked as I wanted, I preferred to wear some classic clothes. And for this special day in this well-deserved retreat, I was going to wear the same outfit from my last day in 2077, before the bombs were dropped. 

 

 

          For this special day, I wanted a soup and a cake. I picked up different ingredients at one of the stalls next to the church, their local market probably. I felt light in this spring outfit, like those days when I was a lawyer... 

 

 

            I had prepared everything and was about to enjoy my delicious soup when I saw a figure in front of the diner. 

"Hello there, can I help you?"

 

 

          Too much kindness. The figure pulled out a weapon and a syringe was stuck in my left thigh. I tried to hide behind the counter and passed out.

 

 

            A few hours later, in an unknown place...

 

 

            "Oh my God what is that?"

That was my reaction when I woke up. Naked in a straitjacket in a bedroom. My arms were tightly bound. The person who had done this had to be the same person who put me to sleep. Why me? Where I was? One more adventure to get rid of this predicament... 

 

 

            I got out of bed. On the opposite dresser was a handwritten note. 

"Greetings neighbor! I apologize for incapacitating you and replacing your clothes with this straitjacket. I'm a little bored in this part of the world and I have been monitoring you since you came. Here's my game : meet me in my bunker if you can make it so I can release you. It is located in one of the destroyed houses north of the city. You are currently in the Salem Convalescent Home. Have a good trip! By the way, there are robots patrolling inside, if they catch you... That won't happen right?"

The bastard. Treating me like I was his toy... I had no choice but to reach him.

 

 

          The thirst for adventure returned. To escape from a place I didn't know with a straitjacket. If someone had told me that, I would have ended up in the asylum. It would have justified what I was wearing. I passed through a hole in the wall that connected the rooms together. It was very difficult to open door without being able to use my hands.

 

 

            I arrived in a common room that served as a lounge. I heard a robot patrolling and took cover. Of course, he positioned itself right in front of the stairs. I was going to have to find another way.

 

 

            I retraced my steps and found a way down. I was on the balcony of the common room and jumped on a table below. It was weird, I felt like one of the skeletons was watching me. Nope, it was my mind playing tricks on me.

 

 

            I hid behind the reception desk. I was a few meters from the exit. Unfortunately, another robot was guarding the front door. I had to do something to get out. Maybe I could use my feet...

 

 

          Subtlety was over. I ran to the robot, silently through my bare feet. He detected me and started to turn around:

"Can I hel..."

"Take this trash can!"

I gave him a huge kick, with all the strenght of a madwoman can have. I just wanted to escape the place. 

 

 

          With the robot on the ground, I used my shoulders to break down the door. I closed it with my feet and ran away. I checked behind me to make sure I wasn't being chased. The weather had changed, it looked like a sandstorm was coming...

 

 

            I paused near a destroyed car. I was out of breath, it had been a long time since I had so much adrenaline. The warm sand under my feet felt nice, but I had to get to the bunker before the storm and radiation got to me.

 

 

            I made my way to the bunker. It was in one of the barricated houses that I had never visited before. I used my right foot to open the hatch. Never skip the leg work.

 

 

            I jumped inside. An elderly man was waiting for me, he was the one responsible for my predicament. 

"Well done, you've arrived. Please sit down. Don't worry, I won't hurt you."

 

 

            I sat down on the couch. He joined me.

"My name is Barney. Well done, you've passed my little game! I'll let you off on one condition. You must give me your word that you will join the Salem Militia."

"What if I don't want to and I don't care?"

"You will force my hand..."

 

 

            He lifted one of my legs and did exactly what he said. Barney tickled my foot and I began to giggle. I could have kicked him but his touch was so nice, it was like a massage after my journey to reach him. 

 

 

          "Come on I'll take you to my bed and I'll keep going until you decide to join my militia!"

I continued to giggle, the old man knew how to use his hands. He took me while tickling my ribs and ass. I didn't know how long I could hold on, but maybe it wasn't such a bad thing to join forces with him.

 

 

          Once settled on the bed, he tickled both my feet. He put much more force and touched my weak points : the inside of my soles. I burst out laughing and when I couldn't resist anymore, I surrendered.

"Ahahahah okay okay I'll join the Salem Militia but please, no more tickling! My bladder can't take it anymore!"

"Good girl. I knew I could count on you!"

 

 

            As promised, Barney released me from the straitjacket and went on patrol. I couldn't take it anymore and went to pee. I felt so relieved. I showered to clean the sweat from the tickles and latex of the straitjacket. To be honest, I enjoyed his game and being helpless. Playing hide and seek with robots, escaping from an unknown place... It got me turned on and everything turned out fine!