The barracks were located behind the prison building. As a prisoner, I had never set foot there myself.
"I'm curious, Warden, how do you deal with your prisoners? Don't they give you a hard time?"
"Even if they were criminal vermin in the past, no, they play nice here. Because we can make their lives miserable. After 6 months, we either find a customer to get rid of them and fill our pockets with caps, or we send them to Paradise Falls, next to the Capital's Wastelands."
"I presume you've planned ahead to make sure everything goes the right way. Including fitting them with high-security collars..."
"You've got a sharp eye, miss. In case of an escape, they're triggered remotely. We always have someone at the nearby security post outside the perimeter watching."

 

 

 

Calista had asked for my jumpsuit to be removed. The warden dealt with this before handcuffing me again. She had taken off her jacket and boots to make herself more at ease.
"Damn Isabel, what are those ugly scars on your back? It looks like someone didn't go easy on you..."
"Courtesy of your pal Fahrenheit, she's the one who tortured me into ratting. But I'm not a snitch, so I ended up here."
"I knew she was brutal, but not to this extent... I'm very sorry. I might have something that can make you feel better..."

 

 

 

It wasn't my former slave in front of me, but the impression of dealing with my old self. Calista got down on her knees, opened my thighs and started licking my pussy. I had forgotten how good it felt, how my body heated up... I let out a few moans of delight. She was good with words, but she knew how to roll her tongue even more. 

 

 

 

Calista took off her remaining clothes and after arousing me, I had to turn her on also. I remembered her sensitive pussy and her soft skin. She was among my favorite slaves.
"Well...  Looks like someone's starving down here. Keep going, Isabel! To be honest, I missed your perfect licks. You know what? Let me lay down on the bed. I'm gonna make you come like never in your life!"

 

 

 

We ate each other's pussies. Even in handcuffs and in my current predicament, I enjoyed it. Damn, she had become very horny too! Just like me and my old sexual urges. We kept going until we reached climax, releasing heavy moans one after the other. Without a single doubt, one of the best orgasms I've ever had.

 

 

 

Calista got dressed while I slowly regained my stamina. She sucked out every bit of energy left in me from my imprisonment. Watching her leave and saying goodbye to me, I was torn between the desire to kill her for what she put me through and the desire to simply want her.
"Thanks for the quickie, Isabel! Now I can say a proper farewell."
"Wait, wait, wait! Are you really going to leave me here when you have the resources to own me? Why don't you just buy me?"
"Sorry, I'm not interested in owning someone. Too many obligations. Kiss darling!"

 

 

 

Time passed. I pondered on my encounter with Calista and the more I looked back, the more I realized how badly I had failed. First by trying to smuggle her to Miami as a slave, she killed a whole train full of raiders before escaping. Then, after picking her up from Libertalia, I could have just kept her at Nuka World. Calista enjoyed her acting career and brought me so many capsules, but I wanted more... In the end, she retaliated and here I was, a few weeks away from a one-way ticket to Paradise Falls.

 

 

 

"So Isabel, think you know where our collars are powered?"
"I guess, yeah, the only place outside with any electricity is that giant billboard. As you said Trixie, we need a diversion to get to it. And something to pick the courtyard door."
"I'm going to leave a bobby pin in the ashtray, so make good use of it."
"When do you and Cheryl have to leave?"
"I don't know but our days are numbered."
Trixie really wanted to run away, but Cheryl had accepted her fate. She listened to our escape plan without any real hope of success.

 

 

 

A few days later, one evening, the guard ordered Cheryl and Trixie to remove their jumpsuits and walk towards the prison entrance. Their 6-month incarceration had come to an end. And thus began their life of slavery, destined for the Capitals Wastelands. Trixie said a few words to me before leaving the cell block:
"Sorry Isabel, you're on your own now, good luck."
I didn't know what to say to her, I had this feeling... Sorrow.
"Move your ass Trixie, I don't have all night! What are you looking at, Isabel? Just for the record, you'll be next on the list!"

 

 

 

Alone, once again. I was used to it when I lived as Queen, but this solitude in prison seemed quite new to me. I felt myself fading away little by little... And cleaning the kitchen or tending the crops wasn't helping my mental health. But I had to remain focused; I would have one opportunity to escape, and no one would be holding me back.

 

 

 

My sanity was also suffering due to the experimental treatments I received. An injection of some medicine here, an injection of some drug there, I became the study subject of those bastard wardens. I was finding myself unable to resist.
"That's a good girl. The next dose will be in a few weeks, and you'll continue to be well-behaved and obedient, won't you, Isabel?"
"What the... You dosed me with... You bitch..."
"Come on, come on, no such rude words. How about you spend a day resting outside? I'll even leave you naked!"
"You... Kiss my..."

 

 

 

I felt so weak, like after weeks of physical torture. I prefered the punishment given by bitchy Fahrenheit to the current one. The guard took me outside to tie me with ropes to a wooden cross. Muscle fatigue, cramps, palpitations, I had it all. I was so angry, I would have done anything to kill them all and burn down the jail.

 

 

 

And then one evening, an explosion blasted the jail's entrance. It had enough of an impact for the guards to verify the damage on site. I could hear the prison warden shouting his orders:
"Hurry up boys, go and check, I don't want a blackout!"
I saw the turrets above the building shut down. It was the diversion I needed to get the hell out of there or die trying.

 

 

 

I took the bobby pin from the ashtray and picked the courtyard door. The cunt guard who had bullied me was at the top of the tower. I planned to leap over the fence to reach the outside and get closer to the billboard. And knock out her fucking teeth on the way.

 

 

 

I ran up and tackled the guard. She drew her rifle when she heard me coming up the stairs, but didn't have time to fire. I thought about using her body as a landing mat, she deserved nothing more than this - the bitch had tormented me for months.

 

 

 

On falling, the guard lost consciousness and I only suffered a mild pain in my shoulder. I was out, but I still needed to lose the collar.
"Sorry bitch, but you had it coming! Shame you left your rifle behind, you could have made yourself useful one more time... Go to fucking hell."

 

 

 

I kept on moving towards the billboard. And I was right: a guard sat there, monitoring the area around the prison. It happened to be the same bastard responsible for humiliating me on my first day cultivating crops back in jail. He hadn't spotted me and I intended to make him pay for his own cockiness.

 

 

 

"Do you guys copy? The explosion is controlled and there is no longer any power damage. Wait, why is one of the collars so close..."
The answer to his question was at the tip of my bare foot, soon to be smashed into his head. Enough of these pricks, they deserved nothing more than my vengeful wrath.

 

 

 

I hurried to remove the collar around my neck. I had to move fast and find a weapon, that scumbag didn't have one. On my way out of the control room, someone had left a handwritten message on the fence:
"If you want to disappear forever, meet me at the Concord Museum."
It might be my only chance to vanish from the Commonwealth without a bounty on my head. I had to go, Concord was about fifteen minutes' walk north, past the woods.

 

 

 

In the woods, I found among a pile of branches a board that I could use as a weapon. It wasn't much, but at least I could defend myself against the local wildlife if I came across any. I didn't know what to expect at the meeting place. I doubted the value of my makeshift weapon, but if I could get a better one... Or rather, a pair of boots.

 

 

 

After about ten minutes of running through the forest, I saw a large building next to a church. From what I remembered, it was definitely the Concord Museum. All I had was my prison jumpsuit, a board and my bare feet. The odds were clearly on my side before the big reveal.

 

 

 

I walked into the museum. Inside, a raider's corpse was displayed, along with a familiar woman's presence on the back bench: Calista, my former slave who had visited me in prison. Why had she come here? Did she want to finish me off?
"Isabel! Welcome! I knew you'd make it, I never doubted your skills. We don't have much time, so I'll have to be brief. Your freedom comes at a price. Ready to hear it?"

 

 

 

"Calista you fucking bitch, I'm gonna beat the crap out of you for all the shit you put me through!"
Although she was the outside help behind my escape, she had just signed her own death wish.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm down. You're not going to kill the person who set you free, are you? If you come any closer, my partner up there will neutralize you."

 

 

 

Looking up, I spotted a tiny woman holding an assault rifle, aiming at me. Calista was smart, she had foreseen my impulsive reaction. She didn't want me dead, she wanted to talk to me. So I dropped the makeshift board.
"Thanks Isabel. To avoid any further harm, please step back, kneel down and put your hands behind your head. I'd like to tell you a little story."

 

 

 

"A long time ago, when I used to be enslaved by the raiders, I faced a dilemma: stay and die as such, or kill an innocent girl to regain my freedom. I'll let you guess the choice I made if I'm now standing in front of you. Today, I offer you the same choice. This dead raider will be Isabel, the escaped prisoner from Starlight Drive In. As for you, you can leave this place and go back to your life of raider or slaver for all I care, the farther the better. I'll give you 15 minutes to make up your mind."

 

 

 

"Wait Calista, why are you doing all this? Someone with your vengeful spirit would have already killed me in that basement months ago. Why did you let me live? To torture me? To make me endure what I made you endure? The only abuse I regret now is pushing you too far and betraying you to Nuka World. And now I'm supposed to believe you let me live? What if one day I came to kill you? Answer me, damn it!"
She looked at me with a cold, impassive gaze. I could have said anything to her, and she wouldn't have budged an inch.

 

 

 

Calista left the museum's main hall. On the way, she stopped and voiced her last thoughts:
"You saved me from Libertalia, I saved you from prison, that makes us even. You may still be a slavering cunt, but you do have honor among thieves. Take the body clothes and leave the Commonwealth, without ever coming back. Don't make me regret this choice, Isabel..."

 

 

 

A couple of days later, I decided to go to Nuka World. Some raiders still owed me some favors and this might be the good start for a new beginning elsewhere. Looking at the pre-war billboards, I actually found my destination: Vegas. I wondered, why not make a debauched life there? Maybe become a mercenary and spend all my money on casinos and liquor? Calista had given me that option, and I thanked her for it.

 

 

 

Besides the shotgun I had found in an abandoned house, a rather friendly dog was in the vicinity. I never dealt with animals before, only slaves, but I figured they worked the same way: a collar, some food and a decent mistress to keep them happy.
"Okay big boy, are you ready to follow me? We're heading to Vegas! It's a long way, but together we'll get there, eh? Alright, let's go pal!"

 

 

 

From raider to slaver, from prisoner to near-slave, the Commonwealth showed me how a situation we took for granted is no guarantee: everything can change in a split second. Calista had experienced this, my former slaves too, and so did I. Things went to hell, but I was lucky enough to remain alive and free of my own past. Perhaps I should get my hands on her story, to understand who she really was. Who knows, I might discover we were far more alike than I thought...

 

 

 

THE END