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FTL Female Feet V2 View File ◎ Bare feet for female body exclusively for Sims 4 ◎ Default & Non-Default Version (shoe parts) ◎ Compatible with wickedwhims body selector -Installation- My Documents > Electronic Arts > The Sims 4 > mods FTL_FEET V2_(Default).package : Default feet replace version FTL_FEET V2.package : Non-default version -Cautions- 0. The default version replaces the default foot shape in the game When using default feet, Do not use with other Creator's default feet!!! Want to use it on wickedwhims? you'll need to get the non-default version. (FTL_FEET V2.package) 1. Available in Sims 4 version 1.105.332.1020 or higher. 2. (Based on mccc -100~100) When using the EA slider, it is recommended to use around 0, which is the middle value. If it is too small or too big, your feet may get crushed 3. Applicable only to female body Sims 4. It is a high polygon (11000) mesh, so low-end users beware -compatible- 1. MagicBot pedicure / [MB] Default pedicure https://www.patreon.com/posts/default-pedicure-59229537 2. MagicBot Feet Overlay / [MB] Overlay for feet 7V https://www.patreon.com/posts/feet-7v-upd-08-50798612 2. DallasGirl Toenail / DallasGirl_Toenail Polish HQ [For ALL Feet] https://dallasgirl79.tumblr.com/post/189875407628/petite-feet-v2-new-mesh-merry-christmas-and Credits: ColonelYobo for allowing me to modify his Mesh mauvemorn helped me a lot with how to use Blender ------------------ ★update★ 1.0.1 : Increased compatibility with MagicBot pedicure 1.0.2 : A default version has been added Submitter feettoeslover Submitted 03/06/2024 Category Body Parts Requires  

Honestly, im very surprised that there isnt a mod like this for Casca yet givn just how long this titles been out for. Anyone think this is something that could finally happen? This costume is literally in the game, looks pretty good to be a base. I think the one where shes soaked is from the Japanese version but the first one is in the game.

Not sure which category this falls under but would like too know if it would be possible to at the very least make Lightning Barefoot in FF13? if this can be done let me know and id be more then happy to commission it. If it ever happens, the mod will be released for public use ofc.

View File Introduction Prisoners and slaves are usually forced to go barefoot and this is true in the Elder Scrolls universe as well. Remember slaves in Morrowind or those prisoners dragged through Skyrim by the Thalmor? I often start my roleplaying runs on the bottom of society, as a runaway slave/prisoner or a poor peasant and have always been upset at how it was way too unrealistic. Dressed in rags, barefoot and penniless, my character can run across Skyrim as fast as a shod one without any consequences and buy/sell items at normal prices without the merchants batting an eyelash. Whatever happened to no shoes, no service? This mod tries to add a touch of realism to this experience. Feet now get dirtier (using SlaveTats) depending which surfaces the player has been walking on and can be washed by wading in a stream or using a spell. This isn't a cosmetic change, either: the player's speechcraft skill is affected by the dirtiness of their feet. There's also an option for merchants to refuse service to barefoot characters in cheap clothing or all barefoot characters. Innkeepers will also refuse to rent rooms to people with dirty feet. A kidnapped noble girl with pampered feet now won't be able to run away from those bandits easily. Every surface has a different roughness level which influences the chances to step on something nasty and stagger, stopping the character for a bit and alerting everyone to their presence. Worse even, just walking barefoot slowly accumulates feet pain, slowing the player down. The pain heals slowly over time, but don't expect to be able to walk even from Riverwood to Whiterun without moderate pain by the end of the trip. Luckily, the character's feet will get tougher over time and at higher levels the player will be able to even sprint across gravel without letting out so much as a whimper. Feet toughness decays over time, though, so it may well be back to square one after a year of shod life. The only good side to this mod for now is that being barefoot adds 10 to the character's sneak skill. Finally, ever wondered how those ZaZ/DD ankle irons managed to fit over your character's massive boots? There's also an option to unequip boots or shoes when the character's ankles are shackled. That barefoot fettered girl won't be able to just loot some boots off of a dead soldier to ease her ordeal. All of this is powered by a highly customizable (via MCM) and slightly overengineered mess of exponential decay functions and thresholds. This is a rather early version, so don't use it on saves that you value. I've been using it for a couple of years and decided to release it to the world since it mostly seems to work, but I've only added MCM customization recently, so it could be broken. This mod isn't really gender-specific, but I've only tested the dirty feet SlaveTats textures on female feet. Installation and requirements Requirements: SKSE SkyUI SlaveTats ZaZ Animation Pack / Devious Devices are not a hard requirement: if either are installed, the mod detects their leg irons (keywords zbfWornAnkles/zad_DeviousAnkleShackles) as having an option to block footwear. Bathing In Skyrim is also a soft dependency: when the player washes, their feet become clean too. I couldn't find a good way to hook into the BIS washing process, so currently the mod resets feet dirtiness to 0 whenever the BIS dirtiness global decreases (which only happens when the player washes). So if the player is clean and washes again, this won't reset the feet dirtiness -- but if the BIS dirtiness is >20% and the player washes, then it will. The dirt textures work with female CBBE (by default) and UNP (download the file BarefootRealism_UNP_(merge only!).zip and overwrite the base mod's files with it). Installation: Copy the files to your Skyrim/Data directory or use Mod Organizer. There's nothing really specific about the installation and there's no FNIS required for now. Roadmap / future work Stuff I am currently working on/planning to work on for the mod. Priority is mostly based on how much people want it and whether it's a severe gameplay-impacting bug, as well as how much fun I'd have working on it. High Textures for other foot types (SoS/UNP Special (?)) Medium Cleaning/water detection inconsistent with some areas not being detected as water. Some sort of a cloak spell to add dirt tattoos to NPCs around? Low Tear out SlaveTats hard dependency and switch to NiOverride instead. Refactor the scripts and move stuff out from OnUpdate and into OnEquip/Unequip Advanced Details This is the maths that powers the mod. I'll also describe the effect of the default settings. You don't really need to read this, unless you want to customize your experience. Barefoot Realism adds 3 parameters/skills to the player, all ranging from 0 to 1: feet dirtiness, roughness and pain. They're stored in 3 globals: PlayerFeetDirtiness, PlayerFeetRoughness and PlayerFeetPain and are the only bits of player state. You can modify them with console commands to back them up if you are going to delete the mod, for example. Dirtiness Barefoot Realism can detect the surface the player is walking/running on, which lets different surfaces have different dirtiness levels. In addition, BR also detects the location type the player's in. The reasoning behind this is that a stone floor in someone's house will be much cleaner than the stone floor in a random dungeon. Here are the default surface dirtiness levels: Stone: 0.2 Dirt: 0.4 Mud: 1.0 Wood: 0.2 Grass: 0.3 Snow: 0.1 Carpet: 0.05 Gravel: 0.2 Water: -5.0 The default location dirtiness multipliers are: Home (any owned interior): 1.0 Mines/prisons (dungeons with "Mine"/"Prison" in the name): 1.5 City (exterior): 2.0 Other dungeons: 2.0 Wilderness: 2.5 The total surface dirtiness is surface dirtiness * location dirtiness multiplier In addition, if it's raining, the dirtiness is multiplied by 2. The feet dirtiness tends to the total surface dirtiness: it's logical that the player's feet won't get dirtier than the actual surface the character's walking on. Dirtiness per step = (total surface dirtiness - feet dirtiness) * multiplier If the feet are dirtier than the ground, the multiplier is 0.0005 and if they're cleaner, the multiplier is 0.001 (so accumulating dirt is faster than cleaning it off by walking on a clean surface). The water dirtiness level is negative: the player can run around in some water sources (like the streams in Whiterun's Cloud District that they can still get to very often) to decrease feet dirtiness or use the Wash Feet spell near/in a body of water (waterfalls etc, the bodies are the same as defined in iNeed) to clear the dirtiness completely. There are 5 spells draining Speechcraft and SlaveTats tattoos applied to the player's feet at different dirtiness levels: 0.0 (Speechcraft -10), 0.03 (-20), 0.1 (-30), 0.3 (-40), and 0.9 (-50). At feet dirtiness > 0.25, innkeepers will refuse to rent rooms to the player. Roughness and Pain Different surfaces and location also have different roughness levels and again, to get the total roughness level, both are multiplied: Stone: 0.4 Dirt: 0.2 Mud: 0.1 Wood: 0.2 Grass: 0.1 Snow: 0.7 Carpet: 0.05 Gravel: 1.0 Water: 0.05 Home: 0.1 Mines/prisons: 1.2 City: 1.0 Other dungeons: 1.5 Wilderness: 1.5 Feet pain accumulates per step as well. The formula is: pain multiplier * (total surface roughness / (feet roughness + 1)) ^ pain exponent The default pain multiplier is 0.01 and the exponent is 4. This might be a bit overengineered, but the idea is that the pain increase dramatically decreases when feet roughness is greater than the total surface roughness. Let's say the feet roughness is 0 and the player is walking around Whiterun (location roughness 1.0, surface roughness 0.4 for a total of 0.4). Then, with the default settings, the pain increase is 0.01 * (0.4 / (0 + 1)) ^ 4 = 0.000256 per step or 0.256 per thousand steps. If the roughness is 0.4, we get 0.01 * (0.4 / 1.4)^4; 0.067 per thousand steps. If the roughness is 1, we get 0.016. Feet pain decays constantly at a default rate of 0.25 per game day. So at a roughness level of 0, a thousand steps around Whiterun will take a whole game day to clear and at a roughness level of 1, it will take about 1.5 hours to clear, presumably faster than accumulating them. The feet roughness increases every step by a roughness multiplier (default 0.1) * the pain increase incurred. So by default, it accumulates 10 times slower than the pain. The roughness also decays at a default rate of 0.005 per game day (50 times faster the pain), so it will take 200 game days for fully trained feet to return to the 0 level. Stagger Chance Staggering by stepping on a pebble or a twig is a way to immediately slow down the player. It also emits a detection event, alerting enemies to the player's location. The stagger chance per every step is: 0.1 * e ^ (stagger exponent * feet roughness) * movement modifier * total surface roughness The default stagger exponent, -4.6052, has been calibrated so that at feet roughness of 0 the stagger chance (before applying movement/surface modifiers) is 10% and at the roughness of 1 the stagger chance is 0.1%. The movement modifier depends on whether the player is running (1.0), walking (default 0.25), sneaking (default 0.1) or sprinting (default 2.0). With these defaults, a player running on a stone road (roughness 0.4) in the wilderness (roughness 1.5) will have a 6% chance of staggering every step (about every 15 steps). If she's sprinting, the chance becomes 12% (about every 8 steps). If she decides to save her feet and step off from the road into the dirt instead (roughness 0.2), she has a 3% chance of staggering (about every 33 steps) if running and 6% if walking. Submitter cytochrome_p450 Submitted 01/06/2018 Category Other Requires SKSE, SkyUI, SlaveTats Special Edition Compatible No  

A few days after my final encounter with Isabel, I returned to Croup Manor. I was still torn with myself, had I done the right thing by letting her go? I had killed to regain my freedom and I had shown mercy to the one who stole it from me. I tried to ease my mind, to become someone better, even if it meant leaving a slaver in the wild. She had suffered enough, as much as I had, when I landed in the Commonwealth. "Come on, Calista, stop thinking about it! You made the right decision. No fear of Isabel showing up for revenge. Focus on the bright side!" I came back from a twilight stroll. I had asked Fahrenheit for a little favor, that she find and bring me a gift here at home. I had no doubts about her ability to deliver. Her partner Arnold, my former colleague at Nuka World, was waiting for me on the mansion steps. "Hey Arnold! Sorry to keep you waiting, I was out doing some shore walking. You should try it, especially this time of year, it's so refreshing..." "Don't worry, Calista! I just left your present in the basement, and no, Katy didn't see anything. She's upstairs, watching TV. I handled the delivery but Fahrenheit will drop by tomorrow, she was busy with Hancock today." "Okay, thanks for the heads-up! Are you coming straight home or do you want to spend the night at the manor?" "I'm going back to Goodneighbor, I've got a wife to please you know... That'll give you all night to enjoy your gift, handpicked by Fahrenheit." "Thanks again and have fun with her!" I went home, took off my weapon, jacket, belt and shoes, then went to greet Katy upstairs in the living room. Once again she hadn't listened to me: "Good evening Katy. How many times do I have to remind you? No shoes upstairs and definitely not on the sofa." She looked at me with a guilty smile that said sorry. "Youth... As punishment, you're cooking tonight. I've got a job to do for Kimy in the basement and I don't want to be disturbed. When I finish it, we'll do something together, how about a boat trip?" She smiled and nodded. I had become the mother/sister of the year. After my chat with Katy, I went down to the kitchen for a nice cold beer. I relived my past days: those of insouciance, those of enjoying the little things. We didn't have to stay on alert the whole time and be scared of dying by a hazardous environment. The last time I felt this threatened was during my infiltration of Libertalia, burnt to ashes on that spring night. Since then, everything had gone smoothly. I lay outside on the armchair, watching the very last rays of sunlight reflecting off the navy-blue ocean water. It was my daily guilty pleasure, and I just loved admiring the scenery. This little piece of wonder completely justified why I had decided to live here. Along with the fact that I could freely wander around barefoot... A shame nobody could enjoy them anymore. Later that night, I changed and went into the cellar. My gift was there, waiting for me. It was a pretty naked woman, gagged and bound. She couldn't even budge thanks to the metal bar that restrained her feet down. The girl looked innocent, but don't be fooled. Her name was Niah and she had hired me for a mission that became a trap where I finished in hogtie then handed over to the Gunners a year ago. Karma's a bitch and I hadn't forgotten her trick. Tonight was my payback time. I had changed into a masked dominatrix, no one would have been able to recognize me. But to be honest, I actually liked being the one in control now. "Welcome to hell, Niah! You've pissed off the wrong people and you're about to suffer the consequences of your arrogance! Let's start with an easy one, a hundred lashes. Don't worry, we've got all night to play... And I can't wait to do whatever I damn fucking want!" Dominatrix Calista, wouldn't that have made a great story?

I had been hanging out in Diamond City for a week. I had sold all my loot at the market and no, I didn't flirt with the girl in the white shirt this time. I was in need of an adventure. I was staying at the Dugout Inn looking for a new bounty or something alike. As I left, the bartender told me that someone had just put a notice on the wall next to the exit. Looks like this was going to be my day! The note read: "Looking for a professional. Come see me at my store northwest of Chestnut Hillock Reservoir. Follow the road, can't miss." I went to the basin. It was relatively close to Diamond City but I chose to take my time to avoid problems. I hesitated on the direction to follow. The store was supposed to be after the Diner, it was the only road that led to the West. The note was right. There was a small store with a salesgirl, probably the author of the notice. I took the time to observe the surroundings, I had never been in this area before and the forest was beautiful here. I went to the counter to introduce myself. She knew who I was and picked up the discussion: "Oh yes, you're Calista right? I heard your name around Bunker Hill, you saved a girl. You're going to be perfect for this job. A gang of raiders is coming to collect their tax in a few hours. I'd like to get rid of them. 300 caps and you can take everything they had." "Sounds good to me. You want me to ambush them? I could hide in your storeroom if you'll let me in." "Very good idea! It will be an easy target for you!" I walked into the room. It was small and narrow with crops growing. I was looking for where I could observe the exchange between the vendor and the raiders. She spoke up: "Sorry dear, but you are the target." She slammed the door and closed it. I tried to force it open, but it didn't work. The gas that was used to feed the plants was released at full blast. I began to stagger, the smell was unbearable. I was slowly losing control. I couldn't do anything. After a minute I fainted. If I was the target, I fell into her trap like a beginner. When I opened my eyes, I saw the saleswoman above me. She had tied my hands and feet and gagged my mouth. I felt so helpless. "Looks who's awake. Sorry girl, but it's just business. I took your purse, your gun, your ring, your glasses and your boots. I apologize for the latter, but I had to take them off you to tie you up like that. It's brave to wear them without socks. Either way, my handler will be here in a few hours. That's why you're gagged, I don't want you to scare my customers. In the meantime, stay still." I tried to move a little to untie myself but there was nothing I could do. A few hours later, the saleswoman opened the door again. "Looks like I'm going to be rid of you. Too bad, I was starting to enjoy your presence. She's here Sergeant." "So this is the notorious Calista? To be tricked by a simple saleswoman, what a joke! Listen carefully, my commander wants to see you. I'm going to remove these ropes and then I'm going to handcuff you. We have a little way to go and I want to get home before it gets dark. Don't try anything and I won't shoot you, okay?" "Let's get moving. You better not slow down or I'll make you pay." Like a feeling of deja vu. No shoes, handcuffed and forced to obey someone stronger than me. The saleswoman allowed herself one last sentence for me: "Have a good trip! My advice for the day is, make good choices." "Keep the pace prisoner, toward the tunnel." I was dealing with a Gunner. I had heard they were the best mercenaries in the Commonwealth, in equipment and numbers. The way she spoke, her clothes and her rank, all led me to that conclusion. I kept moving forward, trying to clear my head. I started to drag in the tunnel, my feet were not used to walk on concrete anymore. The sergeant kicked me to force me to speed up. "What the hell are you doing? I don't care if you're barefoot, hurry up!" I lost my balance and almost fell. We crossed a bridge. Beyond it stood the elevated highway. "See what's behind the trees? Yep, that's where we're going. We'll go through the little town and then take an elevator to the top. Stay good and keep moving." As we passed through the small town, the gunner stopped me and pushed me towards a ruined pub. "Inside, I want to make sure there's no trouble ahead." This little stop allowed me to catch my breath. The sergeant was looking at the landscape before she turned to me. "You look pissed off girl. Is it because you got screwed or because you got robbed? Look at you, she even took your shoes. Are your feet not too sore?" "Mmmhuck fffou!" "A little touchy, huh? Come one, we can go the freeway." We passed under the highway. She kicked me again. My balance took a hit but I held on. It was so humiliating, I had to comply. "Move over there, we have a lift to catch." Once on the lift, she forced me to sit down. I tried to think of how to get out of this situation but I couldn't think of any solution. The gunner kept her eyes on me. "Listen carefully, Calista. Once you're in the camp, you better tell us what we want to know. We are known for not taking prisoners. If you're no good to us, you'll be executed. Got it?" I nodded. I had to be smart about this one. "Come on we're almost there move your ass!" She grabbed me so I could step over the highway ramp faster. I felt the cold metal under my feet, it wasn't a pleasant sensation. We found ourselves in front of the gates. She ordered me to kneel down until they opened. It was impossible for me to escape, the turret would take care of it if I tried anything. "Private, this is the Sergeant. I'm coming in with the prisoner. Is the commander present?" "Yes ma'am, she's in her cabin." The highway was used as a Gunner's lair. They were many and especially well equipped with reinforced armor, laser weapons and missile launchers. I looked like a novice compared to them. Maybe that explains why I was their target. A beginner who tried to compete with them and ended up handcuffed and brought barefoot to their leader. The sergeant threw me at the commander's feet. She was delighted to see me. "Good job Sarge. Welcome Calista, we've heard about you and your recent work. We had been targeting this building for weeks and it took a girl with enough balls to come in and steal our loot. That's why you're still alive. We'll start the questioning tomorrow. Sergeant, take her to the storage room and tear off her top, she's not worthy of our colors."

So that was the special outfit? A pink see-through top and nothing else? Good thing I fit in so nicely. Liemanto wanted a private session and I was curious about his other work. 50 caps to dance almost naked and do a trick or two, I've had worse jobs. Ten times more if I accepted his other job... It could be anything, that's what made me suspicious. The bathroom led to a private room with a mini-bar, an L-shaped sofa and a pole dance bar in the middle. Liemanto was waiting for me to start my show. Like every one of them, I started by shacking my butt. "You look great like this, Calista. Damn I missed that ass. So round and firm... You just want to play with it." "I know, it's quite an exercise to keep it that way!" "I have no doubt about that. Well, let's talk about the job. A ghoul's gang from Goodneighbor clashed with the cartel. I lost some cargo that was stored in their warehouse. The problem is, you can't get in unless you have the password. That's where you come in." After warming up, I moved to the pole, I didn't have much space to do moves. Liemanto kept briefing me. "We identified one of the gang members. He requested a hooker's services in two days. We got this information from the pimp who is worried about his employee. That's why you will replace her. You have more experience and you know how to defend yourself. She doesn't know anything, you'll have to knock her out and take something from her: a collar with the word SLUT on it. This was the code decided with this gang, they are hidden and very suspicious." "The meeting takes place at the Boyston Club, around 6 pm. The ideal would be that you neutralize the prostitute in the nearby park. Mykola will take care of bringing her back safe and sound. As for you, you will have to find a way to make him say the password. Be careful, this guy is a threat. When you think you've found it, get the hell out. We'll handle him." The job sounded like a scam to me. Taking someone's place for a job brought me to this point. Except this time, I was going to have backup. I ended our private show with a short back flip. "There you go, you know all about the job. Mrs. Schwartz will get you clothes that match the hooker's. Something with a slutty secretary. Do you have any questions?" Everything had been explained to me, even if some of the stuff looked fishy, that shouldn't stop me. I took a seat next to Liemanto, stretching my leg after my little workout. "Let me get this straight, in two days around 6 pm, I knock out a prostitute, take her collar and meet her client the ghoul at the Boyston Club. I get him to talk so he can tell me some kind of password and I'm out of there. My reward is 500 caps, right? I take the job, Liemanto. And I'll also take the 50 caps for the private dance." He nodded in agreement. I didn't know what I was getting into, but if it increased my relationship with the cartel boss, I was going to do it. Two days later, around 5:30 pm. I hid myself while waiting for the hooker to show up. There was barely anyone around until I saw a pretty woman strolling down the park's path. The opening gambit was about to be set in motion. She had just reached the street where I was waiting for her, hidden in a set of stairs. I had an outfit that matched hers, except for the skull mask. She didn't need to know who I was and I didn't want to get in trouble. The heels I was wearing were going to make some noise, so I opted to take them off in order to silently jump on the girl. I approached in my bare feet and gripped onto her. One hand tugging at her collar, the other preventing her from screaming. Plus I forced her to look at the sky. My legs locked tightly around hers made it impossible for the prostitute to move. It was only a matter of time before she passed out. She collapsed on the sidewalk, unconscious. I picked up her collar that I had just choked her with. I took no pleasure in it, somehow I did her a favor. I was the one who was going to be at risk from a Goodneighbor gangster. I moved the prostitute to the stairs I was hiding. Damn, she was heavy! I didn't need to tie her up, Mykola would soon be there to handle her anyway. Good thing I took off my heels, I wouldn't have been able to get this kind of balance with them on. I put my pumps back on, threw the mask into the park's small pond and walked to the Boyston Club, which was on the other side. On the way, I also put on the collar I recently acquired and a pair of glasses. I now looked like a sexy secretary! With a very... slutty side. Not my fault, look at my neck! I took the elevator upstairs to the Boyston Club. The doors opened to a fairly fat silhouette gazing at the sunset. The place hadn't been visited since the bombs. Overturned seats, scattered wine bottles, skeletons... The last party held here ended badly. That wasn't going to be the case tonight, I hoped. We met in the middle of the lounge. "Good evening, sir." "Hi cutie, I like your collar. Are you ready for an incredible evening? Come on, let's have a drink!" The gangster and I seated ourselves around the coffee table. He poured himself a glass of wine, I gently declined. "You see this place is a relic of the past. Celebrities used to meet here to drink and smoke in peace. The space was even used in one of my favorite John Woo movies. Damn, I loved that filmmaker..." The ghoul kept talking about the past. I had many of the references he mentioned, maybe I could force the line a little. "Wow! You are lucky to have lived all this! The social events, the debauchery, the movies, especially those from John Woo." The gangster finished his glass of wine in one gulp, he barely listened to anything I said, except when I said John Woo. I saw him give me a brief glance. Why that? The ghoul knocked over his armchair in an abrupt manner. I got scared and moved away from him. He looked at me and made an obscene gesture with his hands. "Let's cut the chit-chat, it's time to fuck! Take off your clothes, I want to see what's underneath." "Wait, you're a little too fast for me honey, I don't know if I'm ready." I stepped back until I was blocked by the wall. The gangster was getting closer to my face, he put his hand on the wall to prevent me from running away. "What's wrong with you? You don't drink, you don't want to fuck, are you actually a whore?" "Listen, I'm a bit shy, this is the first time I'm doing it with a ghoul..." "Oh okay, I see. You're one of those ghoul-hating bitches, aren't you? I think you deserv a humility lesson you slut!" I didn't have time to react as he put both his hands on my throat and choked me. This was so sudden and violent, I was lifted off the ground. I even lost my heels in the process. I had to react quickly or this fat, disgusting ghoul was going to rip me to shreds. "Any last wishes, bitch?" I used all the energy I had in me to break the hold. In a spirit of hope, I answered him. "Yeah, fuck you fatty!" I hit his groin with my knee and loaded my palm to slam his ear with it. He'd messed with the wrong person and I wasn't going to be shy about beating the crap out of him. My blows broke his grip and he found himself on all fours, holding his lower stomach for an obvious reason. I gained momentum and was about to smash his skull with my bare foot. My last fight was several months ago, a drunken battle in Goodneighbor. I felt I did fairly well today, despite a bad start. After my kick to his face, I put my foot on his ravaged skin. I had beaten him and wanted to make sure I had the right password for the cartel. He was quite stunned but I only needed a yes or no anyway. "Is your gang's password John Woo? Answer me dirtbag!" "John... Who?" He finally passed out. I had no reason to stay here anymore, I picked up my heels and headed for the elevator. I put on my white pumps and tried to think of what the password meant. Damn the bastard, he choked me so hard I was still coughing! Anyway. What if the password was a question, like "John who?" and the answer was John Woo, the movie director from that time? It was a very silly idea but just as brillant. Goodneighbor had the ghoul John Hancock as its mayor, who was the obvious answer to that question. John who? Hancock. No one from the Commonwealth could know John Woo, the password seemed logical from that point of view. Mykola was waiting for me in the reception hallway. "Is it done Calista? Do you have the password?" "Your man lies totally knocked out on the upper floor. I'm pretty sure the password is John Woo spelled with one W and two O's. He was a movie director. When I tried to find out more about him, the gangster attacked me and I had to fight back. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going home." "All right, you did a great job. The hooker you replaced is fine, thanks for not embarrassing her more than necessary. Stop by Liemanto's residence tomorrow morning to receive your payment. Have a nice evening."

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

Back to Goodneighbor. These events are directly related to the History chapter, from a different perspective: the character who was captured and brought here. I am Isabel. I used to be known as the Queen, and I ruled my little world with an iron fist. All that came to an end when I was betrayed and tortured by my former slave, who took revenge on me. I underestimated her then she turned me in to Goodneighbor's rulers, whom I'd tried to con by allying myself with the Triggermen, their local enemies. I was still chained and gagged in their prison cell when the woman who had escorted me in, Fahrenheit and her boss Hancock showed up for a quick chat: "At last we got you Isabel. You've made quite the mess these last few weeks around Goodneighbor and you're going to pay for it. My associate here will handle your interrogation. I want names and locations on the Triggermen. The faster you tell us, the less you'll have to suffer. Your choice starting tomorrow." I wasn't going to talk. Fuck them. Torture sessions began. For several days I was beaten all over my body. "Where are they hiding? Say it!" I remained silent, I had no intention of giving that bitch anything. Punching method failed. The cunt switched to the whip. My whole back and buttocks were lacerated by her repeated lashings day after day. "Tell me where the Triggerman's place is!" My skin burned red hot from the pain but I persisted in keeping my mouth shut. The whip also failed. The bitch used my slave's method to make me talk: tickling. "Calista was right, you are ticklish! I'll let you rot in this bathtub until I get the information I want." My pain turned into one vast, untreatable ache. I couldn't laugh no more. Since tickling also failed, bitchy Fahrenheit took out her frustration by fucking me dirty. She took great pleasure in it, as I would have done if I were in her place. Restrained on the ground, she went on for anal sex. Her strength tore my ass. I couldn't blame Fahrenheit for doing so, but I was determined to tell her nothing. "So, ready to talk or do I have to make you a new hole?" "Any progress with Isabel?" "Sorry Hancock, I tried everything: fists, whip, tickling, sex and she didn't even flinch. I can't do anything more with her." "Too bad, we'll have to get rid of her. I have acquaintances who run a correctional facility north of Lexington. Take her there tomorrow. Maybe before she's enslaved to Paradise Falls and the Capital Wastelands, Isabel might consider making some kind of peace with herself." "I doubt it, she was a cold, remorseless queen slaver. That part of her life is finished for good." At dawn, I was shackled and gagged, then transported by Fahrenheit to the destination Hancock had indicated. We left Boston over a bridge and didn't meet a single soul. "Hurry up Isabel, I want to get home before nightfall." In another life, I was the one escorting people over long distances. A bygone time... When I slowed down, the bitch at my back kicked me to speed up again. "Quit dragging your feet, we're not there yet!" Around noon, we arrived. The place was a correctional facility for turning bandits into slaves. I had heard of it, but I didn't give a damn about these guys. Former raiders from Lexington and Gunners defectors teaming up to run a prison, big joke. But now I had become their victim. I was introduced to the prison warden, a gray-haired old guy reformed from the Gunners' military life. Fahrenheit made me get down on my knees, the bitch.... "Dear sir, I bring you Isabel, former slave queen. From Hancock, with his respects." "How ironic to have a slaver turn into a slave. Please thank Hancock for me. She will be in our custody for a while before we send her to Paradise Falls if we receive a lucrative offer." I was offered the same deluxe treatment as all new prisoners: a jumpsuit, a high-tech shock collar and a fresh haircut. I didn't recognize myself at all, I never thought I could fall to such lowly status, to the same league as the people I used to enslave. "Look how beautiful you are, my dear! Time to go to the cells now." The prison was a small, narrow building. The guards' offices led to the dining area, which itself led to the holding cells. There were no windows, and security doors at every threshold. On top of that, a bitchy guard who thought she could do anything. Luckily for her, I was handcuffed. "Keep going straight ahead, don't try anything or I'll make you regret it." The guard forced me into the empty holding cell. I wasn't the only prisoner here; in the next cell stood a young blonde girl, who viewed the scene with surprise. I felt so angry, clenching my teeth to contain my rage against that guard cunt. After pushing me down, removing the handcuffs and locking me in, the guard left. The woman prisoner reassured me: "Oh shit, they didn't miss you... Sorry about this mate, welcome to prison." "Don't worry about me, Blondie." "My name is Cheryl, what's yours?" "Isabel. I don't feel like talking right now, I'm going to lay down on the bed." Those were the first words out of my mouth in weeks. A bed and makeshift toilet, the great Commonwealth luxury. I needed some rest, but that didn't stop Cheryl from speaking her thoughts out loud. "I never thought my little thefts and robberies would bring me here, to this jail. I've been here for 3 months now and I'm dreading the day when I'll become a slave... I'm trying to get used to the idea, but it's hard... Anyway, I'll shut up. If you want to talk, I'm always here." The days passed and looked the same. I spent most of my time in my cell, except for meal times, held at the canteen next door. The bruises went away, but not the deep lashes on my back. I hadn't set foot outside since my arrival at the prison until that day: "Hey new girl! Congratulations, you'll be tending our crops today. You'll be partnered with Trixie, she's been in solitary confinement since her escape attempt. Don't even dare because you'll be punished more severely, you've been warned." It was nice to see the sun again and feel the fresh wind on my skin. Even if I had to do a dirty job, digging the earth with my bare hands to tend the crops, at least I wasn't alone in my misfortune. "Oh shit, you're Queen Isabel, aren't you? I barely recognized you, you're famous all over the Commonwealth!" "In another life I was, yes. So you're Trixie and you tried to escape, didn't you?" "Hush, we'll talk about it later, the guard's watching us a little too closely." At the end of the day, the guard handcuffed Trixie and took her back to the cells. Unlike me, I was tied to a post next to the warden's break room. "Good job today, new girl, but you think I didn't see you chatting? You're going to stay here for tonight, that should help you keep your mouth shut, am I right Trixie?" She lowered her head to apologize to me. I was pissed of, that guy deserved a good whack to the head. Several weeks went by, I felt more comfortable talking to Cheryl. "I used to run my raider crew down south, then I moved into slavery - it paid better and I got to work on my own. Everyone called me Queen. Then I got greedy and things went wrong." "Damn, you're one fierce badass... I stole from a couple settlements before getting busted by the Covenant people. Those bastards had recording devices in every one of their houses..." "I've heard of 'em. You're lucky they didn't keep you, I hear some folks get kidnapped in their sleep. And they've been missing ever since." Meals served in the canteen were held in absolute silence. I had no chance for lunch today: a soup with pieces of burnt fish... Cheryl and Trixie hadn't, but they were tired of eating the same thing for months. All of this under the close surveillance of a security guard watching over us. The only time we had a shred of freedom outside was in the enclosed courtyard. Only 30 minutes a day if we behaved ourselves. It also meant I could chat with Trixie, to find out more about her escape attempt. "I'm telling you guys, it's not possible to get out of the prison with their fences and turrets. We need outside help if we want to have any chance." "And what about our collars, do you have any clue how they are powered?" "Not from the prison for sure, but it must be somewhere with electricity nearby." "Girls, quiet down! The warden's coming." "Prisoners, get naked. It's time for the photo shoot." Restrained in devices, we were displayed in plain sight for the highest bidder. I never imagined being the one to suffer this kind of humiliation in my life, and it irritated me beyond belief. We were then escorted back to our cells, fully naked and handcuffed. "Come on ladies, move it! We'll give you back the jumpsuits tomorrow after laundering. What are you looking at, Isabel? Hurry up!" I didn't have her name, but I sure knew at some point, I would beat the crap out of her. I forgot how long I had been locked up here. Days, weeks, months... The time felt like an endless loop. I hadn't prepared myself for the slave life because I was sure that it would never come true. Rather die free than be submissive. "Hey Isabel, stop your push-ups. You have someone who paid a lot to sit down with you. You know the drill, hands behind your back." I didn't expect it, but it happened. My former slave, the one responsible for my imprisonment, was paying me a visit: "Isabel, it's been a long time! Looking sharp, always a pleasure to behold. So, how has your life been over these past few months?" "Calista, what the hell are you doing here? You've come to taunt me, right? Mark my words, once free, I'll put you six feet under." "Good, you feel the same way I did when I was enslaved. Now sit your ass down, we gotta talk." "After our last encounter, I settled down. I wrote down my entire Commonwealth experience, from my enslavement by your lost ex-slave comrades in Lexington a couple of years ago to my regained freedom after your capture. Then I sent the manuscript to a journalist in Diamond City, who promised to publish some sections." "I don't give a fuck. You want a medal or something?" "Oh, just when I thought my former mistress could see the big picture... You've lost quite your touch, my dear. Remember Nuka Ride, your plan to make us famous with the porn industry? My story will bring us that notoriety you wanted so badly." "So after dumping me, you went out on your own to take all the glory? I should have done the same right after meeting the Overboss." "But you didn't, because there's unfinished business between us." Calista was good with words, that's how she survived as my slave, she knew exactly what to say to keep me satisfied. Seeing her from the other side, she would have made an amazing raider leader. Like me, long ago. "Okay. Warden, I'm extending my session with Isabel by an hour and I'll need to use your barracks this time. You'll get an extra bonus and an autograph from the retired actress Starlight." "I'll take it. Do you have any plans with her?" "Oh don't worry, she knows exactly what to expect." End of Part 1

Kimy paid me a visit that evening. Once I told her about my nightmare, she wanted to try something to take my mind off it: she agreed to tag along for one of my weekly yoga session. We changed our clothes for a more sporty attire and went into the training room, redesigned a short time ago. "Thanks again Kimy for being here! I hope you're ready to work out! I'll try not to push yourself too hard - you're just a beginner! First off, we greet each other." "It's quite the change for once, since I used to be the one teaching you! I'll keep up with you Calista, show me how you move!" "Alright, alright! Today you'll be my disciple and I'll be your sensei." "We're starting by warming up our limbs, nothing too complicated, just stretch your legs and arms as you like!" "Tell me, Cali honey, how did you develop this particular interest in yoga? I'm curious, it's a technique almost extinct these days." "Well, Kimy honey, when I was at university a long time ago, I took a few classes! They helped me manage my stress and feel much better about myself! A bit like your devious devices, you might say!" "Oh, I see! I'm trusting you on its positive effects then." We stepped up the pace and practiced some fitness drills: "Come on, Kimy! Stretch out your legs and push your arm as far as you can! That's it, you're doing great!" "Huh huh, thanks Calista! Is this how you always train your yoga?" "Sure it is! There's nothing better than exercise before fully embracing a pose, like the one we're about to do." Kimy and I were lying on our bellies. We took a deep breath to lift our torsos as high as we could. "So, how are you feeling? Don't you feel like you're bringing your body back to life?" "Yes, I do! All the useless weight in my body seems to have melted away." "That's the spirit! I've got another exercise that you're gonna like and I'm gonna like even more - we're gonna need to use our feet." This time we laid on our backs, arms outstretched to the mat, then bent our legs. The pose's aim was for the two of us to join in the middle, soles to soles. "Damn Kimy, your feet are so big! No wonder you only wear custom-made shoes." "Are you sure yours aren't too small? Mine are regular sizes, and I can always find shoes that fit. Doesn't happen much with your little kid feet, does it, Calista?" "Hey, how dare you! Let's find out if you can keep up with the next step." "Alright now we stretch our legs up to the sky and hold the pose for a good minute. Come on Kimy, straight your legs please!" "Humph... I can't stretch them any further!" "Well then? Are your big feet too heavy to lift?" "Don't tease me, Calista!" "Okay, just hold the pose. You can take a break afterwards!" Kimy watched me complete my workout, she'd done enough for her first session, I was proud of my girl! "Calista, you weren't kidding about the energy you put into your yoga, I'm exhausted! I'm glad I went with you, but I'm too tired! Could you do me a little favor?" "Sure, tell me." "You've slightly hurt my feelings by mentioning my "big" feet, I believe you owe them an apology, what do you have to say?" "Pfff, fine." During my last training exercise, Kimy put her big feet directly next to my head. I had to make it up to my friend, so I apologized by licking her toes. "Sorry for the sweat, but it's your own doing! Consider the taste as my little vengeance! You haven't lost your touch, that tongue is still flawless! Let's keep it up for a whole minute, shall we?" She had the right to tease me, I had started and she had to end. Now we were square. But how the hell did Kimy smell so good after a working out session? This woman was truly something else...

A little while after my summer break, I went to Diamond City. I had submitted my story to the reporter Piper Wright, who had given me an appointment to discuss it. I did some research on her: a lonely woman about my age who found herself in all kinds of trouble, motivated by the quest for the truth in order to make the world a better place. She shared many of my personal values, which is why I agreed to meet her. "Hello Calista, welcome to Publick Occurencies! My office and home too. I've read your story and found it thrilling, incredible and full of twists and turns. I can't believe you've lived and survived so many adventures! I'm interested in publishing a review in my journal, but I want to know more about you. Please have a seat." "I'm curious, how did you manage to remain yourself after so many different experiences? Many people would have given up after being captured, enslaved and broken." "I still don't know myself. I've always been a determined person, willing to do anything to stay above the fray. Even if that means being a submissive slave or killing someone. The most important thing is to keep a clear head and believe in yourself, even if the odds are against you." "Wow, you've got what it takes to live in this world after all, despite what you may have written about your journey! Another question: you have a nasty habit of ending up barefoot no matter the situation. Can you tell me more about that?" "Of course, if you don't mind playing along with me. I know you did it with a girl a few years ago...* Let's make ourselves more comfortable first, shall we?" We took off our jackets and shoes. I wanted Piper to live what I had been forced to undergo. "Get on your knees. These are my feet, they've been all over the Commonwealth, as you can see. I guess I'm not the only one with a foot fetish, am I? Kiss 'em." Piper complied. My toes got the attention they deserved. I resumed narrating various parts of my adventures. "See this revolver? Since my slave train ride to Miami, where I found it, it's become my favorite weapon. I've taken out raiders, slavers and creatures with it, and I always keep it at my side. Lightweight, high damage, easy to carry... Mmmmh, you're a good kisser! What's next?" Piper got up and sat down next to me on the sofa. She took my left leg and positioned it at her head, my foot facing her tongue. "I want more Calista! Your feet are absolutely fantastic, let me lick them!" "Oh, alright! But be gentle, they're quite sensitive you know..." Her dry tongue licks on my sole triggered a pleasant, tickling sensation. I giggled slightly. Piper was as good with her words as she was with her mouth. I wanted to return the favor. After all, we were just at foreplay. I told Piper to lie down and put her feet up. She wasn't the only talented person here and I was eager to show her my own skills. I began to lick her toes with the red polish scent I liked so much. Piper was intrigued and enjoyed this kind of delight. Alas, she wasn't ticklish, a pity for my own amusement... "Oh wow, you really are a keen woman Calista, I'm impressed! You're very good!" "Mmhmmh, your toes taste so sweet, I could go on for hours... Mmhmmh, why don't we move on to the carpet? Take off your top." Piper and I moved onto the carpet, both of us topless. You know my fondness for busty women. Piper was no exception to the rule: her shirt concealed a precious treasure, one I was looking forward to exploring. "You know, I gained a lot of hands-on experience when I was known as Starlight. Here, let me show you." "I'd be pleased Calista, you have such beautiful eyes and firm little breasts!" "Thanks Piper! You're just as gorgeous! Those hazel eyes, those big breasts, they're mine today!" I crawled softly towards the reporter, my little hands on her legs. I felt a burning desire for her lips, but above all, I wanted her. We began to make out on the floor. Piper craved it but felt slightly hesitant about the idea. I soothed her by caressing her hair and taking her hand. I didn't see why she seemed so bothered... She looked brilliant, enthusiastic and passionate. When Piper was more comfortable, she squeezed my hand with sensual force and put her right hand on my bottom. She was the kind of reporter I'd come to meet, the kind who went all the way with her stories. After a few French-style kisses, small breasts against big breasts, I whispered some words to her: "That's why I love to venture out Piper, I never know where or how or with whom I'll end up. The thrill in the action that brings so much satisfaction, you're used to it as a journalist, don't you?" "Oh yes, Calista! Now I truly get your saga. Thank you for this wonderful moment!" The reporter sat up first, cutting short our kissing session. My arousal suddenly dropped, but I was fine with that. "Look, Calista, I'm sorry to interrupt this, but I don't want my little sister to see us in such a spot." "Because you think it would have been better during our foot-licking session?" "Okay, you make a good point. Anyway, I enjoyed the demo and your affair!" "And I liked our love affair! We should do this again sometime. I've got an apartment in Goodneighbor if you ever want to..." "Perhaps... But first I have to write my review and publish it. We'll be in touch, okay?" "Alright, thanks for the sitdown Piper, until we meet again!" *For reference: Interview with Piper - Resdayn's Stories and Stuff - LoversLab (Thanks for the permission😁)

I dreamed of an alternative life. In this one, I was awakened from my cryogenic sleep and integrated as a vault citizen. My qualifications and diplomas earned me a teaching position. Giving children an education about our world's history before it vanished under thousands of nuclear bombs. "War, war never changes. Conflicts between nations led to the Earth's destruction in 2077. To survive, mankind was forced to create vaults beforehand to ensure a future. We are the remnants, inheriting a devastated world. But hope springs eternal. We have a far greater task ahead of us outside this shelter: rebuilding civilization, so that humanity can rise from the ashes. However, to achieve this goal, we have to know our mistakes, so that we don't make them again. Children, you are the future and the hope of a better world, don't forget it! Until another war comes along, whether against ourselves or against nature. And war, war never changes." In my dream, once my class was over, I wandered through the vault's aisles until I reached the atrium, the central part of the facility. It felt very hot inside, so I decided to unzip my suit. In the shelter, each resident had a special place. Whether it was cleaning, maintenance of the emergency systems or being a security guard. You could have your meal in the canteen on the lower level if you wished. The vault itself operated under the Overseer's authority, who kept an eye on everything going on in the atrium from its glass window. The only place where you could find some privacy was the private quarters. With a job like mine, I had a dedicated bedroom all to myself, which I headed into. Even in my imagination, I remained very close to myself. I relaxed, unzipping my jumpsuit even further and kicking off my heavy work boots. How good it felt! I sat down with some comics and a bottle of vodka to keep me occupied. To feel even more cozy, I put my feet up on the table and stretched my arms behind my head. "Another ordinary day ending the same way. I wonder what's behind the vault door...The world may be destroyed, but there must be paradise somewhere still standing. I should think about that... Well, what can I do all alone?" My dream's end met my wildest desires. Alone, aroused and horny, this emotional cocktail led me to bed, with a strong urge to pleasure myself. I softly and gently touched my clit, the alcohol boosting my arousal level even more. I imagined being in the same place as the one framed behind me. When I felt I was close to orgasm, I let out a moan so loud the whole vault could hear it. Fortunately, the soundproofing in the walls covered the entire facility. And only once my climax came, I became as silent as the night. Oh my God, I loved it! This moment of bliss rekindled my fantasy where I could accomplish anything I desired. But all good things must eventually end, the dreadful part halted by a distant voice: "Calista, it's time to wake up you little slut!"

FTL Non-Default Female Feet V1 View File I love women's feet so I decided to make a new barefoot cc. my blender skills are inexperienced, there can be a lot of flaws on my feet. (beta version?) I used some of the meshes from the Skyrim Barefoot Collection from "Author: 廃人a". <File description> FTL_Feet V1 Normal.package : This is the normal barefoot version. FTL_Feet V1 Spread.package : This is the version with the toes spread out. FTL_WW_Body_Selector.package : This file makes that two feet compatible with wickedwhims' body selector. ※ Normal feet and Spread feet are different CC. (You don't need to install just one.) ---------------- ★update★ 05/08/2021 : The appearance of feet has been modified more naturally. (version 1.01) ---------------- ※ original feet mesh : https://helloworld-tes.com/2019/06/23/post-2919/ ※ compatible with magic bot and dallasgirl79's toenail. My tumblr : https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/ftl-feettoeslover Submitter feettoeslover Submitted 05/13/2021 Category Body Parts Requires  

View File CBBE Bodyslide files for "Leather Sandals" with Zaps These are Bodyslide files for DenenC's Leather Sandals with zaps for the Shoe and the Thigh Strap. The original mod was well done, can be crafted as clothing, light or heavy armor. Useful for barefoot play using SL Survival or Barefoot Realism, the shoe can be zapped 2 different ways, leaving the lowest strap or not, preview in Bodslide to see the difference. The Zaps are optional, the full sandal is intact for those that just want Bodyslide files. Some of the clipping has been cleaned up from the original, this required not quite as tight a fit in some areas, so it's not perfect. There were some updated meshes posted somewhere for the original UNP version that fixed the heel clipping through the sole when running or sprinting, I tried to fix it a little, but it still happens with some animations. Instructions included to add the Barefoot Footstep sound to these if you want to use them without the shoe for barefoot play. Installation - You will need the original mod, it can be converted by resaving in the SE CK without issue, but might not be necessary. The textures and meshes needed nothing to work in SE. Install the original and then install this file and run Bodyslide, you can filter to just the sandals by choosing the "Leather Sandals...." group, batch build and you are good to go. "Might" be LE compatible, I don't play LE anymore so I can't test them, these were created in Bodyslide 2 with Outfit Studio. If they work fine in LE leave a message. Credits - DenenC for the original mod Ousinius for CBBE and Bodyslide and Outfit Studio Submitter Whacked Submitted 05/04/2021 Category Regular Mods Requires https://www.nexusmods.com/skyrim/mods/75905 Regular Edition Compatible Not Applicable  

Here is how Cassandra Goth is barefoot while she wears a pink plaid shirt and a denim thong originally made by Crabb and featured on erplederp's Hot Stuff mod collection!

Two weeks later, in Wiecek's apartment. I paid the missing caps for the cartel and Wiecek offered me to stay with him. This sealed our relationship. We were a couple. He was aware of the few bangs I had made, just as I knew about his with my "colleagues". We decided to end it and dedicate ourselves only to each other. I woke up slowly, Wiecek was looking at me while applying his tie. "Someone slept well. Sorry about yesterday, I wasn't on top of my game. You deserve the best Calista... Anyway, I have to go to the Red Seat, Liemanto wants to talk to me about new players in Boston. I fucking hope they won't be a threat to the cartel." I yawned while listening to this handsome man. Maybe I could help him out. I had nothing to do these past few days. Just before Wiecek left the apartment, I gave him a hug. "Don't worry about your other players, I'll check on them. That way tonight, you can focus only on me." "Tempting. Be careful Calista, we don't know who they are." "I can take care of myself, I'll see you later honey." I went to take a bath, I needed it to wake up entirely. I loved these intimate moments alone. I had to wait until the hot water was ready. I lifted my feet and put them on the tub's edge. It was weird thought, I felt like I was being watched. I guess I could make a big smile and let them admire the view. Naughty Calista... I asked around. I was pointed to a new adult place north of Diamond City, just before the river. The entrance looked simple and there were no guards watching over it. Weird. It was inside that I understood why. The establishment was a nightclub with a dance area and a sex section. The owners and staff looked like pimps from a fictional work. They dressed in extravagant and colorful outfits that gave a headache. The customers were selected before entering, out of sight. The entrance I had used was only a decoy before the real one, several floors below the surface. Since I had managed to get in, I might as well enjoy it! Time to dance ! I did my best moves with electronic music in the background. Everyone was having a great time, it felt like we were transported back in time by a few centuries. After a decrease in audio track intensity, I went to investigate. And what better way than to work for them? "Hi ! I'm looking for a job, are you hiring?" The pimp looked at me from head to toe. She pushed the cigarette away from her face. "You are hot, doll. We're not hiring right now, but your style will impress Buster. You can go see him, he has a studio upstairs." I went up to the studio. Inside was a pimp dressed in leopard print with a cat's head on his chest. Like I said, fancy style. "Hi, you're Buster right? You have a job for a cute girl like me?" "Hey gorgeous, you've come to the right place ! Tell me, are you afraid to show yourself? Are you proud of your body?" "Showing off is my livelihood dear. What should I do?" "I love your enthusiasm! Take off your jacket and stand in front of the bed, in the lights." I did as he said. I was pretty confident, the room looked like a photo studio and I didn't mind a few shots of myself for a fee. "Alright hottie, what's your name?" "Calista." "A lovely name! Let me quickly explain, we're from New Vegas and decided to expand our business. We run a pretty successful magazine over there and we're looking for new models. 100 caps for every picture of you and a bonus for every piece of clothing you want to remove. Sound cool?" "Great ! The magazine will only be published in New Vegas right?" "Yep, our network is working really well there. We just recently opened in Boston. Shall we start?" The session began. I let myself be guided by my feelings while being attentive to Buster who was taking pictures of me. "Oh yeah ! Not a bad pose, you look like a strong woman, people will love it! Feel free to take off whatever you want whenever you want Calista, you're the boss here." I took off my heels, I had some poses in mind. "Great idea to showing off your feet ! The clientele with a foot fetish will be very pleased. A manicure to go with a pedicure of the same color... you're really good ! Those fingers and toes are gorgeous! Let's keep going Calista!" I lay down on the bed. I had always loved when actresses in the movies posed with their soles dangling. Today I was the main character and I could do whatever I wanted. "Oh my... Your stare is absolutely amazing! Your eyes pierce the camera to come directly to us. The clients are going to love it! Plus with this relaxed pose that shows off those beautiful soles... Your feet are perfect Calista." I was enjoying the shooting, I wanted to do more ! I took off my tank top and hid my breasts for the next photo. "Ah yes, good idea to cover the goods! Unless you're too shy to reveal your sexy boobs to our New Vegas clients? At least they can still see your little feet... Either way, their appetite for you will only grow!" "I knew you wanted to reveal them! They're gorgeous ! Medium sized, nice rounded and perky. The pose you strike makes them look so good, you know what you're doing Calista, I love it! And those sexy fucking eyes... Keep on rocking the camera!" Buster was a true passionate of his art. He was lucky, he found a woman who made a living from her craft. "You decide to take a more serious attitude, it suits you! You watch people from a higher level... You are not human but a real goddess! Kneel before you deity Calista the Magnificent!" I had to hold back my laughter, Buster was very funny and it made the photo session even more exciting! So much that I wanted to take my pants off... With my jeans off, my legs had to be pictured. "Such athletic legs! And those tattoos... They are very nice! You are a top model Calista, you manage to sublimate each and every part of your body. Stop looking at me like that, I'll blush!" These compliments were really authentic and boosted me to close with one last photo. I wanted to a last shot to mark the end, I had tought of a simple pose that symbolized peace but also a goodbye. "Perfect last pose, I couldn't wished for a better way to end this session! I'll be honest, out of the dozens of Boston girls who came into the studio, you are the one who has it all. Edgy, charismatic, sexy... You know to magnify your feet, your legs, your belly, your breasts and most importantly, your face. You can put your clothes back on, it's time for your paycheck." "Okay let's do the math. We have 9 shots, 1 to introduce you and 8 with different poses on the bed. 4 shots at 100 caps, 3 shots where you are topless at 150 and 2 shots at 200 caps when you are only in panties. This makes a total of 1,250 caps. First time we exceeded the thousand mark... I want you to know that you're worth every single one of these caps. What's your thoughts on the session?" "I loved it! I heard from friends about this new place that just opened but I didn't expect to see so much! You guys did a great job here! I had the time of my life with the pictures, you gave me carte blanche to do all kinds of things and I thank you for that Buster!" "My pleasure Calista ! You should come back in a few months, we'll have a chance to do a sequel!" "Why not! But I'll take a commission on the magazine sales then." "Smart girl! We'll talk about it in the future, all the best Calista." I came back to Diamond City with my pockets full of caps, I dropped them off at Wiecek's house. He wasn't home yet. I had time to go see Liemanto and tell him what I had discovered about the new club. Leaving out, of course, that I earned the same amount of caps in one afternoon as I had with his cartel in several weeks. A hard day's work, right? Just kidding. Liemanto was in his home, Mykola's standing at the door was a clear marker. "Hi Mykola, I have some info for the boss, can I come in?" "Hi Calista! Liemanto wanted to see you anyway. He has a little job for you. Go inside and wait in the lobby." I walked in and waited in the lobby. It was a much larger apartment than Wiecek's, this one had a floor below. I admired the lion statue by the stairs, a rather unique antique piece made of bronze. Too bad the lights were off, the statu's head looked more frightening in the dark. Liemanto's footsteps were audible and came in my direction. We sat down next to his desk. I kept my heels on, Liemanto was my boss, our relationship was professional. "Good evening Calista. I didn't expect to see you so soon because I didn't request your services yet. Why are you here?" "You already know this but Wiecek's and I are together. He told me about some new players who could be a threat to the cartel's business. I did some investigating, they have a network in the west that supports them but they don't plan to set up shop in Diamond City." "Nice work. We'll keep an eye out, just in case. I'll give you 200 caps for your investigation. Another 50 caps if you give me one small favor." "Fine what do I have to do?" He stood up and led me to his office. Liemanto bent down to open his safe. "Take off your clothes. I have a special outfit for you. I miss your pole dancing skills, so you'll entertain me while I talk to you about your next job." "Wait, wait! I haven't accepted this second job yet, I don't even know what it's about!" "Calista... I thought you'd be more daring. Get changed downstairs, this job's pay will be 500 caps, just know that." Call of the capsules and a mysterious adventure... I had to accept.

Hello there! You may know me, I'm Calista, a slave who turned into a mercenary. I'll skip the details but I'm back to being a slave... As a social status only. In fact, I was living one of my best experiences. It had been several weeks since I worked as a dancer at the Red Seat. I had gained so much self-esteem that I decided to change my look. Hair dyed purple, a sheer top that revealed my breasts, piercings and bracelets... The collar truly became an extra piece of jewelry. With this style, the caps increased tremendously! I mostly worked the late night shift, from 4am until closing time around 10am. Drunk people were very generous with their tips. Just like the Diamond City guards after their nightly shift. I could dress as I wished. For dancing, I preferred to stay barefoot, balance issue. I liked to try on new clothes from time to time. This time it was white thights. I thought it went well with my purple polish on my hands and feet. I had almost collected the 5,000 caps needed to terminate my contract. Only a few more days of shaking my body, climbing the bar and showing off. And yes, maybe I solicited a few clients to round my income. A young woman has needs. Only those who were in my standards and had caps to spend on me. I was quite picky about that. To wrap up the show, I thought I'd do the splits. With the bar between my boobs, I spread my legs smoothly until they were perfectly straight. I heard teasing whistles and a man praising my buttlocks. That's all I needed to make my day. Once I finished my lap, I joined Wiecek at the table. He was the second in command of the cartel. We got close and... let's just say there was a mutual spark. Wiecek treated me like an equal, and he was smart, funny, caring... His face reminded me of a man from the prewar period. I loved to tease him in public. He was enjoying a good meal and a pint of lager. While I was smoking a cigarette, I put my feet on his crotch to make him react, or should I have said erect. Even if he was good enough to hide "his" feelings, he wasn't going to resist the call I was sending him. The Red Seat closed for the morning and Wiecek carried me on his back. He knew I rarely wore shoes and didn't want my capsule makers to get hurt or dirty on the way. Such a nice gesture! I played along, for once I was treated like a princess by someone from the Commonwealth... We went to the other side of the Red Seat. The one reserved for the customers who wanted to buy the prostitutes' services. We started kissing at the entrance of the establishment. His lips were so soft, we could have stayed here for hours if the lady who ran the place wasn't in the office right next to us. Wiecek and I sat down on one of the long sofas. I had poked him, he poked me back. "Tell me Calista baby, are these feet ticklish by any chance?" "Ahahah yes they are!" I was a little embarrased but I appreciated how much attention he showed me. He tickled me lightly for a couple of seconds then paused. "Okay okay, how about we move on to some... more serious stuff? You up for it?" "Sure Wiecek, I saw you were already pretty hard at the club." I regained the lead on the teasing ground. We got up and Wiecek carried me to a vacant room. I liked the way he treated me, I truly felt special with him. I looked him right in the eyes. "What are you thinking about when you mention serious stuff?" "Calista... I wouldn't want to spoil the surprise. This is something we talked about but never did." "Interesting, you are intriguing me handsome man." Sitting side by side on the mattress, Wiecek started to explore my thigh in an attempt to get to my crotch. I wanted our relationship to go further but I didn't want to start it with a collar around my neck. "Not so fast handsome. I see where you're going with this. If we're going to fuck, I'll only do it if I'm a free woman and not a slave anymore." "But honey, you're a hard worker and you've almost raised all the money. I don't see why you're haggling." "It's a matter of principle, Wiecek. Maybe you can use your influence to shorten my release? I'll pay you the rest myself." He thought for a moment and then stood up. "I have an idea. I'll talk to Liemanto and tell him to release you early. You will work for me on the legal side of the cartel. The Diamond City scrap dealer has a RobCo fuse. Steal it and meet me at my place in the district called The Boxes. On his lunch break, he leaves the store open, so all you have to do is help yourself. Just don't steal anything else or get caught, okay?" "See Wiecek, I love it when you come up with these amazing plans. I'll change my clothes and go get that fuse. A kiss for good luck?" We kissed before going our separate ways. I knew where to go to get some clothes. I entered the office of the establishment as if I owned the place and sat down next to the old woman. "Madame Schwartz! You saw me with Wiecek a few minutes ago, he gave me an assignment and I have to go to town. Could you give me some clothes and a pair of shoes do I don't harm these perfect capsule makers?" I had reached a new level of insolence. I addressed her from above, my feet on the desk. She was compelled to accept. She appreciated girls with sass. I hoped I had fulfilled her. A shirt, pants and heels. That was my new look for walking the streets of Diamond City. Okay the shirt and jeans were worn out but the heels fit my little feet so perfectly. No one was going to bother me despite the collar, on one wanted to deal with the Liemanto cartel. I headed to the other side of the stadium towards the Fenway Shelters area where the repair store was located. I reached the front door of the repair store. No one was around, I put my hand on the handle and lowered it. As Wiecek said, during the lunch break, the was unlocked. I had only come for one thing anyway. Once inside, I mad sure the store was deserted. I looked left and then right. No noise, nothing. Either way, if there was someone inside I would have found an excuse to sneak out. The fuse must have been in the repair part of the shop. "Found it!" The fuse was next to the toolbox in the middle of the garage. I wondered why Wiecek asked me to go get it. It must have been part of his plan to take away the role that had been sticking to me for the past few weeks. Maybe a way to disable the collar? I would find it soon enough. Wiecek's home was in the bleachers right next to the mayor's office. I remembered the way despite the rain and the chains I was wearing that night. To get there, you had to take several stairs to reach the heights. The higher you went, the better the scenery of Diamond City turned out to be. I entered. Wiecek had changed his clothes and was waiting for me on the couch. "Welcome to my house Calista! Come sit down." "Just a second, I'll take my heels off first." An old habit, I always took off my shoes when I entered the homes of people I liked. A matter of courtesy and respect. I placed the fuse on the coffee table alon with my feet to sit comfortably. I began to feel exhausted, between work and heels, I needed a little break. "So Calista... Did everything go as planned?" "Like taking a candy from a baby." "I had no doubt. You can stay at ease for a bit longer. I'm getting the fuse part I need to remove this collar from you. You might want to take off your shirt too, just in case." Wiecek invited me to take a seat in the kitchen. I made myself at home with my feet up on the dining table. I had taken off my shirt as he had suggested. I didn't wear anything underneath, I didn't like bras and I wasn't ashamed of my breasts. Mostly I felt light and more liberated. The cartel man fiddled with the collar, looking for the opening mechanism. His hands on my neck tickled me very slightly, I giggled with joy. "Somebody likes that, huh? I think I found it. RobCo fuses are also used in these collars. So if you can bypass them with another fuse... Voila. You're not tagged anymore, Calista." Free at last! Wiecek took off some of his clothes while I moved to the sofa. "How about we pick up where we left off? Unless you have something else in mind." "Thank you my brave knight! How about you giving a massage to the brand new free woman that I am?" "Mmh... I suppose I could do that." I lay on my belly, waiting for his gentle hands to relieve me of another weight. Instead, my feet only received tickling. "Ahahahah! Wait, I asked for a massage, not tickles!" "It's the same for me. It's not like you are hating it right?" "Stop it! Not the feet please! Ahahah!" Wiecek stopped and slowly approached my face. I thought he was going to kiss me and we were going to start foreplay. Instead, he tickled my armpits and ribs with his fingers. I laughed out loud, he found a sensitive nerve there. "Ahahahaha! Oh my God stop, I'm going to wet myself!" "I call your bluff Calista. A young woman unable to control her bladder, I highly doubt it." "You're such a jerk! How about we actually go back to what we started this morning?" "That's my girl! Come on, let's go to my bed." We moved on the bed. Wiecek and I started to get excited but fatigue took over. I fell asleep like a baby in his arms. It was truly one of the best dates I've ever had. Somehow if I hadn't been captured and sold, maybe we would never have met. I had no reason to come back to Goodneighbor yet, Kimy was supposed to be in D.C and Fahrenheit had a community to run. I was thinking about staying here. I had a man who fulfilled me, I was protected by his cartel and I could make easy money. What could go wrong?

I was choked till I blacked out. My weapons and some of my equipment were taken away leaving me with only my tank top and leggings. My necklace was replaced with an iron collar and my bare feet exposed. I was chained with shackles to the freight elevator, unable to move my arms. As the heavy footsteps of the person in the power armor got closer, I began to regain my bearings. From where I was restrained, the power armor had an even more daunting presence. It wasn't the Corvega raider's armor made from salvaged scrap metal, this one had been through War, the real thing. I could have had my nack broken but I was spared, I had to know why. "Who are you? What do you want from me?" "I gotta hand it to you, it was quite a fight. But you're not the girl I was supposed to bring back. Young, skinny, long hair, not my bounty. I guess the auction will be quite content with you..." "What? You're going to put me up for sale? Fuck you slavering bastard!" "I wouldn't expect anything less as a reaction. I'm sorry for just doing what I'm paid to do." "I hope you die on the road asshole." "Speaking of which, we're about to leave. Before we do, I'll make sure I don't hear any more cursing out of your mouth." A rusty iron gag was shoved into my mouth. It was so humiliating and disgusting just like my body looked after a night spent in a train depot. The night closed, revealing the dawn. The slaver escorted me, his head flashlight lightening my progress on the tracks. There was no point in running, I would be caught in an instant. I had to accept the situation... Thus began my journey into Boston to be sold... How I got there... I had taken Fahrenheit's place, she was the bounty. I hoped she would be okay and not shackled to the wall anymore. Kind of ironic that I ended up what I put her in... I had to think of something else, how to escape. Even though I was shackled and barefoot, the collar wasn't going to kill me if I ran away. I would only have one shot, I couldn't miss. We passed in an alley. I was forced to obey the route chosen by the power armor because I didn't know the location of the auction. We were close to Diamond City, I had seen the green painted brick walls just before we crossed the street. I figured it wasn't going to happen there, even though the green jewel didn't mind using slaves from time to time, much less often since the security chief was replaced. We went around the stadium. I could still see its structure from the road. We stopped in front of a police station, my feet stepped into a puddle of rain water. I paid almost no attention to it, I had to listen to the slaver watching the horizon. "Mmh. Trouble ahead. The intersection is blocked and there are wild ghouls wandering around. New plan, we'll go through this building and use the back stairs." The half-destroyed building had no ghouls inside. It wasn't easy for a barefoot woman tied up to walk through the rubble to avoid injuring herself. The difficulty increased when I had to go down one floor due to a portion of the staircase being buried in the debris. I preferred to sit down to help me land. I didn't want to damage my bare feet before I escaped. "You're right, it will be silly to get hurt now. Take it nice and easy." The slaver was messing with me, the shithead. We continued towards the river. Until we passed the church, a noise coming from the power armor halted our progress. The slaver stood ahead of me so that I would stop walking. I knew what the noise sounded like. I never wore power armor, but I understood that this one was currently low on energy. My window to escape was getting closer. "We need to take a short break. Head to the alley, I spotted a workshop there, I need it to maintain my armor." I was pushed and forced to sit on the concrete floor. The iron gag prevented me from complaining. All I could do was stare at the power armor, waiting for the perfect opening. "Be quiet girl. We're almost there. It'll only take a minute. Don't even try, you won't get far anyway in your bare feet." I didn't have to go far, just reach Diamond City which was two blocks away. I have traveled worse distances while barefoot. When the fusion core was removed from the power armor, it became completely disabled. I quickly got up and ran to the first block. I couldn't go back, I didn't want to be ripped apart by the ghouls that were roaming around the previous intersection. I could do it! I turned down the first alley that brought me even closer to Diamond City. Unfortunately for me, a raider blocked my path. "Hey who are you? Don't move!" I couldn't go to the left because of the trap wire and I couldn't throw myself into the arms of the female raider in front of me. So I was forced to go through the small apartment on the right. I smashed the door with all the speed and weight of my body. I found myself on the ground. Looking up, another raider was guarding the side street. "Wow wow wow! Where are you going girl? A prisoner falling from the sky, this must be my lucky day!" I heard the footsteps of the power armor approaching. They were so heavy that you could hear them a block away. I had to flee before I was torn to pieces. The raiders would buy me a few seconds. I got up and ran towards the river. I could hear gunshots coming from behind. The raiders were not likely to make a strong stand against the power armor. Another one watched the intersection. She wasn't about to turn the tables with a blade. I had to keep running and find a way to break the bond of my shackles. I ended up in a narrow alley. The gunfire stopped and I could no longer hear the footsteps of the power armor. I used the door of a destroyed car to split my restraints. At least I could pick up something to defend myself. I didn't have much hope of defeating the slaver, but I could reach Diamond City. All I had left to do was to reach the main street and follow it to the stadium. I looked back one last time. Boston was quiet again and I had managed to escape the steel claws of the power armor. Where had it gone? It must have been searching in other streets, good for me. However, something disturbed me. The ground quaked in a strange way. The person in the power armor landed in front of me. I fell to the ground from the impact. I tried to crawl back, to implore it to leave me alone with my hand... It had caught up with me and I was in big trouble. "Little bitch, did you think your escape would actually work? Well guess what, not only did it fail but you pissed me off! I'm going to carry your little ass to the auction. If you try anything, I'll crush one of your feet." I was lifted and then carried by the power armor. Its heavy steel hand blocked my spine, I could not move. We passed through a tunnel, away from Diamond City, my old way out. I was distraught. I had faced something stronger than me, I had lost and now I had to accept the fate that was about to await me. We were approaching a building with a green door. "We're here. It's time to collect." I tried to lift my neck to see where I was, I had to do the same with my feet top keep some balance. Inside, I was taken to a room and chained up by my feet. I was treated like cattle, I had given up all hope of escaping. A few minutes later, one of the auction guards came to the slaver. "What a catch! But it's not the right one, is it?" "Look, don't fuck with me. This girl came in, fought like a lioness, she ruined my armor. I captured her, I had to fix my suit, she ran away but I caught her. She is worth just as much as the main target." "Damn, she gave you a hard time huh? We'll start the bidding at 1,000 caps, you'll get half the final price. How's that sound ?" "Deal. I need the money to get back to the Capital Wastelands. I miss the tranquility of Paradise Falls." "I can imagine. You can join the lobby, we'll take care of your troublemaker." I was stripped of what I had left. A splash of water to clean me up so I was saleable and the guards chained me up from head to toe. The weight of the rusty metal restricted my movements. I had accepted my destiny. To be sold to someone in the Commonwealth. It wouldn't have been any worse than with the raiders where I was beaten and coerced into prositution. I was brought to the stage and put on display. It was so depressing. To normalize slavery like that... I guess I won't fit in with some mores of this world. "Ladies and gentlemen, here's the last batch of this noon. A young woman, in her twenties and in good health. She was captured because she had a contract on her head. It was either death or auction. Able to fight and satisfy all your needs, the first bid starts at 1,000 caps." And the bids came in, 1,500 for a guy who wanted a sex slave, 2,000 for a woman who wanted a maid for her manor, 2,500 for a couple who wanted to adopt a girl... They were all nuts. "Come on folks, I'm sure you can do better than that! Look at that fabulous body, those firm breasts, that pretty face... They're worth way more thant your little bids." The assistant forced me to kneel down during the salesman's speech. I watched the audience on my right. A father and child, a robot and the woman who wanted a maid... In the middle of the lobby stood the power armor staring at me, counting the capsules it would earn from my sale... I couldn't believe a kid would see me like that. It really was a whole diferent world. "I just heard 3,000 to my left, mister really wants a sex slave. 3,500 raised by the couple. Who says better?" A person arrived from the back of the lobby and decided to finish the auction. "5,000 caps. The next person who raises get a rebid." No more voices were spoke. The auctioneer was therefore left with no choice but to conclude. "Well, if there are no further bids... Sold! To the official of Diamond City for 5,000 caps. And we thank you." My fate was sealed. I was now enslaved to Diamond City. And to think I tried to find help there... BONUS SHOT END OF ACT 3

One week later, in my apartment. Kimy hasn't lied. She laughed at my face when she saw me come in in with the devices on my body. She released me and gave me the keys to an old apartment right next to the Memory Den. "Do whatever you want in there partner. Visit me later, I might have a job for you." She didn't have to worry, I was going to enjoy my new home! Time for a little workout. I reconnected with my old pre-war hobbies. I finally had a place where I could to yoga. It was quiet, calm and I was in the perfect state of mind to do it. My legs were still flexible enough to do the splits. I still got it. It felt good, stretching my legs, then my arms... I felt like I was 18 again! I had lost those habits, I was spending more time surviving thant living. What about my balance? Was it still smooth? I had to strain my arms to keep the pose. I got my answer when I found myself on the carpet. Luckily I was able to control my fall. I was going to have to work on that... I kept working out. I was in the perfect position to stretch my entire back. It was damaged after too many adventures with Kimy's toys... I held my feet, breathed slowly and let the music on the radio accompagnied this relaxing moment. I rolled over and raised my legs as high as I could. It was a good to end this session, my whole body was stimulated. Except for my feet which were hanging in the air. I will train them next time. After finishing the workout, I needed to get clean. I was going to visit Kimy once I got dressed. The young woman had devious devices but also a wide variety of modern clothes in her wardrobe. She was kind enough to give me something to wear. I may have been forced to show her how my goods worked to make this happen... "Hello my dear Calista! I hope you like the clothes and the apartment! Didn't I tell you that I'd make it worth your while? I never lie." "It's true, I can't thank you enough! If I could have some of your toys for the apartment I would be delighted!" "You've come to the right place! I have just the job for you. Brother Thomas borrowed a load of my toys. I found out that he was using them to trick poor people into robbing them. This has to stop. You'll find him and his community at the Charles View Amphitheater. Do it your way, but be careful not to get ripped off! How about half the toys as a reward?" "I'm in. But I'd still like some capsules. 300 is enough for this job, right?" "You know I like you Calista. I'll give you 500 if no one dies. Are you ready for the challenge?" Challenge accepted. This job was a perfect opportunity to test my fighting skills in case things went wrong. I had improved since that time in the cage. Plus, the morning workouts needed to be put into action. The amphitheater was not far from Goodneighbor. About fifteen minutes later, I got to the place. Several people with patched clothes, not very well armed, yep it was there. We had a nice view of the Boston River, spoiled by the huge bonfire that Thomas' community had lit. I was stretching my arms, just in case... I joined the community. Brother Thomas proved to be easy to find, he was the one in the chair overlooking his group. "Hi there, I'm here to pick Kimy's devices." "Who are you young lady? I don't know anyone named Kimy and I don't have any devices here." "Cut the crap brother Thomas, I know who you are and what you are doing here. Give me what I came for and no harm will be done." "Mmh... Alright. I want two of you to escort this woman into the storeroom. You'll get your devices." Something wasn't right. Once in the room, the woman who accompagnied me slammed the door and closed it. Maybe she was waiting for me to interact with something in the storeroom. Maybe she was waiting for backup. Either way, I wasn't going to let it get to me. I didn't need the pumps and my jacket anymore. Time for a fight. I yelled to get the woman's attention. She must have thought that I had fallen into the trap that was meant for me. She opened the door and entered the room, disappointed to find no one there. I came out of the corner behind the door and tackled her. "Hey darling, looking for me?" I made sure she was knocked out before closing the door. The other guy was waiting outside and went into the office. He wasn't expecting to see an angry woman in her bare feet. When he was within range, I kicked him in the throat. "Get the hell out of here, you creep." I was in good shape today. Both physically and verbally. I paused for a moment. I heard footsteps and moved to cover. "Are you done with the girl? Is she neutralized? Why the fuck aren't they answering?" He was reading a piece of paper while unconsciously walking towards me. Same battle plan as before. When he was close enough, I hit him pretty hard. The surprise effect was such that he was knocked out before he hit the ground. "Sorry mister. I don't think you're going to need that assault rifle anymore." I had an idea how to cut down the community without deaths. I retrieved his weapon and quietly made my way to the bonfire. None of the other members saw me. I aimed at the river and emptied the magazine. "If you don't want to die, run away, all of you. NOW." They succumbed to the panic and fled. Except for two people. Brother Thomas and his bodyguard who were hiding inside the amphitheater. I made a grand entrance. I climbed over the crates and then over the wall to pounce on the first person who came along. The bodyguard was the unfortunate one. She could do nothing but scream and pray. Brother Thomas was powerless, he didn't even have time to draw his rifle. A blow to his crotch and a tackle were enough to send him down. Next time, he won't piss off a woman who was obliged to remove her heels. I put my foot on his chest to make it clear who was the community leader. "Shall I continue Brother or do you give me the toys now?" "Okay you win, I give up. Damn you're a strong woman. Kimy's toys are in the safe next to the matress. Help yourself, it's open and get the hell out." I put all the devices in a bag and walked along the river. I took a break, there was a deckchair and some beers waiting for me. The day had gone pretty well, nobody died, which meant a lot of caps and I got some new stuff for the apartment! If only I hadn't forgotten my jacket and pumps... I was going to have to go home barefoot... Poor me.