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ADRENALINE AUTHOR'S NOTE
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PROLOGUE 2 AUTHOR'S NOTE
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FORTUNE AUTHOR'S NOTE
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LABOUR AUTHOR'S NOTE
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GROWTH AUTHOR'S NOTE
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CON ARTISTS AUTHOR'S NOTE
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REVELATION (PART 1) AUTHOR'S NOTE
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DISCIPLINE AUTHOR'S NOTE
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REVELATION (PART 2) AUTHOR'S NOTE
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So... A few days ago, my DeviantArt account was suspended indefinitely. I played with fire and ended up getting burned, I can only blame myself for that. Their rules and policies have gotten worse over the years, and I was hesitant to keep posting there after my Cyberpunk story ends. Guess I should have... Anyway, that leaves me with just this little blog I run here on Loverslab. As you can imagine, I asked myself the inevitable question: What's the purpose of all this? If I could lose all my work from the past three years in an instant, why should I even bother? That's where your role comes in. I know that commitment to LL is fairly limited, rather quiet. But you can still enjoy whatever content is offered to you, in your own way. The choice is yours, folks: either let me know if you want to see more chapters with Lucille and the others characters, or call it quits here. For your information, this is what I intended to do: A short storyline between Lucille and her mother (at war against Maven Black-Briar) Lucille returns to Neesia so the two can team up as pirates Lucille is shipwrecked at an unknown location (without Neesia) and meets a new male character (love interest) Lucille's mother great plan against the Thalmor Lucille and Neesia travel to Hammerfell looking for the Gray Cowl of Nocturnal Lucille and her mother's final project 3-5 chapters to each idea, this adds about twenty more chapters, and they'll be the same length as the ones already published. That's my plan, but I might not stick to it. Thank you for reading this entry. As a treat, I have some random screenshots from my collection that you can find below.
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MEMENTO AUTHOR'S NOTE
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One year later. Night City had not changed, the criminals were trying to make their mark while the corpos reigned unchallenged. The debacle with Arasaka had damaged them, but they maintained their leadership in the corporate world. And yet, the city retained its nocturnal charm, with neon lights luring crowds of people to try their luck here. But guess who was back? Yours truly, Eleanor! With longer hair but the same charm to seduce anyone. Look, I deliberately posed for your eyes only. Take your pick: my head, my breasts, my feet and soles... Now that you're done, let me tell you that I was able to come back because Victoria, my corpos alias, was found dead. A story that put an end to the hunt led by Arasaka where she became a legend in Night City for her actions. And thanks to that, I could see some familiar faces again... I met with my former partner Goro for an outdoor lunch in Japantown. It's partly thanks to him that Arasaka got off my back. After we dealt with Susan Abernathy, he continued his quest against the conspiracy and ultimately cleared his name. Takemura no longer had any reason to stick around Night City, which he utterly despised, and talked about moving back to his homeland. Of course, I also met up with Victor. Fixing me up, becoming a boxing champion and meeting Judy were all his doing. We had a training session on Kabuki's rooftops, for old times' sake. He told me about his trip to Europe, how much he enjoyed visiting new places and discovering new cultures, but he also missed Night City, and came back to his ripperdoc job. I obviously spent an afternoon with Panam. She showed me some rare corners of the Night City desert and her nomad camp, the Aldecaldos. We also settled on who had the largest breasts. As you can see, we weren't playing in the same league, but I was pretty proud of my smaller boobs. And the best for last, I paid a visit to my sweetheart Judy. She was in a virtual session and how surprised she turned out to see me after all that time! Judy jumped at me for a hug, I caught her and kissed her softly. It felt exactly like I expected our reunion to be, a moment of pure bliss. We had a girls' night out to celebrate my return to Night City. Panam and Judy got all dolled up for the occasion, and it was also a good opportunity for them to get to know each other! I didn't remember where we went or what we did, but I did recall that we checked into a hotel room downtown and I was carrying an inebriated Judy on my back. I didn't know how I was still holding on to my feet... Panam, on the other hand, could have carried on drinking until dawn. Our dresses came off and we fell asleep on the bed. Sleeping in the nude felt so good, especially when you're too drunk to care about modesty. When I woke up, I had the surprise of being hogtied. Hands and feet tied with red ropes and mocking chuckles behind me. I guess Panam & Judy wanted to play a prank on me. They could have gone further, like tickling me for instance, but they just left me to break free on my own. My life in Night City came to an end. Now I had the chance to live it wherever I wanted and especially with the person closest to my heart, Judy. Far from a decaying metropolis run by a group of corporations, I... no, we were starting this fresh chapter with a trip around the world, to discover new horizons. And I couldn't be more thrilled to take this leap into the unknown! I'm Eleanor and I thank you for your interest! Either to watch my life, my struggles, my body parts, my sexual relations and of course my happiness. If you ever get the occasion, you should drop by Night City! Spend some days there and go elsewhere, you definitely won't be disappointed with the experience. Now it's time for me to hit the road, peace out folks! THE END
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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?)
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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!"
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"Hello, folks! It's been a while, hasn't it? Lest anyone forget, I'm Calista, a retired adventurer on a well-deserved vacation in the Commonwealth. I'm at the beach, enjoying the sunshine and fresh air of summer here on the little Spectacle Island. As you can see, I'm finally living my dream life! Sand, music, Nuka Cola, me talking to you and showing off my perfect soles. That's all I need to be filled... Besides, I know some of you missed looking at my feet or me getting tickled again, huh? You naughty people! Anyway, I hope you're doing fine and I wish you all great vacations! With love, Calista." Following my message to my adoring public, I sat down and did some light stretching. Obviously, I didn't take my vacation alone, so I asked Kimy & Fahrenheit to come along. The latter was swimming in the ocean while Kimy was sunbathing next to me. "Wow, I love your nail polish Kimy! It pairs so perfectly with your outfit!" "Aw, that's so sweet of you, Calista! Your feet look amazing with your nail polish too. What's it called again?" "French manicure and pedicure. I've been trying to get one done like in my old days and I'm quite pleased with it!" "I should try one, can you do it for me next time?" "Of course I can! If you're not afraid to get tickled a bit!" "Don't even think about it, darling, you don't want to try out my new toys!" "Fine, fine, I won't do it! Now, if you'll excuse me, it's nap time!" "It sounds like our Cali honey is sleeping like a baby..." "How can she sleep with the radio on and the waves crashing? Not to mention that she snores like a freight train!" "Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Fahrenheit?" "You bet I am! I lock her arms, you take her feet, that's good for you Kimy?" "Suits me fine. Do you think she'll be upset and mad at us or that she'll adore it and want us to keep going?" "Well, I guess we'll find out soon enough." I was rudely awakened by someone gripping my arms behind my back. This person was none other than Fahrenheit, who firmly held me down and then slipped off my swimsuit straps, leaving my breasts exposed. At the same time, I felt familiar fingers brushing against my feet, reaching for the tender spots on my soles. Only my lovely Kimy knew precisely where to dig for them. You know how it goes... I ended up being tickled by my two friends who both wanted to have a laugh, just like me. "Ahahahahahah, you bitches! Can't we even rest easy here anymore?" "Not with all the noise you make when you snooze Calista, you'd scare a deathclaw with it! Your tits are gorgeous as ever, you don't need to cover them with us!" "Let's not forget your beautiful feet, I understand why you're so often barefoot with such pretty toes and soft soles... Tell us, shall we continue or shall we stop?" "Ohohoh, you girls... You're lucky I like you so much... maybe just a few more minutes?" The truth was, I enjoyed their touch very much. They had such a gift for making me laugh and arousing me... Definitely my favorite vacation ever with the best people!
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Thank you for reading Calista's adventures! Some numbers: 1108 screenshots, 160 hours played on my last save, triple it if you count the time spent creating scenes for the story. I started on December 04, 2022 and finished on July 20, 2023. To be honest, I wasn't planning on creating any adventures, I just wanted to live them with my character in my modded game. Then I got access to some tools (Photo Mode and Screen Archer Menu) and from there, I jumped in! I started posting on DeviantArt and then tried my luck here on LoversLab in March (that explains why I was able to publish 3 chapters a week, as they were already fully complete on DA until I caught up with the screenshots already published, when I switched to one chapter a week. Mondays to Saturdays, 4 screenshots on DA. Sundays, 24 screenshots on LL.). If you've already played Fallout 4, I've tried to respect the game's events as much as possible, tailoring them to my character. The more screenshots I took with Calista, the more I became attached to her. When I began to feel that I was going in circles, I decided to write an open-ended finale. I'm pretty happy with the result, I managed to crate something quite complete that I was able to share with other people! If you've never played Fallout 4, well, I hope I've inspired you to give it a try, with the plethora of possibilities the game has to offer! Whether you came for the story, for the predicaments leading to captivity or slavery, for Calista's feet or for her to be tickled, I say thank you! I'm going to rest for a while and come back in a few months with a bonus story or two to finish my Fallout 4 arc for good. I might have some Skyrim adventures planned but those will have to be postponed until next year. On a special note, I'd like to thank the entire Fallout 4 modding community. It's their work that makes the game so different and so close to the Fallout spirit that I particularly like in a post-apocalyptic game. You have probably recognized most of the mods from this website (resources, assets, characters, etc.) and I highly recommend you give them a try! I also posted my loadorder if you want to check it out (maybe broken by the time so be careful with it) Take care and see you around! loadorder.txt
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A few months later. I followed Kimy's advice and, with her help plus the assistance of Katy, Barney and Fahrenheit, I restored the mansion. We added fences, security turrets, a water source and even a wind turbine to generate electricity. I could also take the motorcycle from my old career for a spin. Everything was going great, and it only got better today: I had invited all my friends to come and celebrate my 29th birthday (or 239th, whatever). I picked up my yoga routine once again. I no longer had any worries since Libertalia. Everything was so peaceful here, the sea air and its gentle breeze soothing our souls. Katy loved the place, even if she occasionally joked me around, it was very nice to live with her, especially since she learned so many useful things from Barney. We just kept life simple, as I would have liked it to be at an earlier epoch. I decided to write down my entire history. Diamond City had this reporter named Piper. Maybe she'd be interested if I offered her exclusivity on my adventures. Who wouldn't want to know the tale of a past person who had been enslaved several times and managed to escape? Even for me it was still a rather mysterious part, I must have been blessed or lucky. I'd written enough, it was time for a break. I walked through my office to the terrace. I didn't really need to do anything with all the capsules I'd won at Nuka World, but Kimy kindly offered me to rework with her and I gladly accepted. I was mainly in charge of stocktaking and ordering, doing everything from the mansion, returning once a week to Goodneighbor to pick up merchandise. Sometimes I would test new devices in the basement to prevent Katy from taking advantage of me. Some kinks just won't go away... I wanted to do a bit of sunbathing. It was around lunchtime and my guests weren't supposed to arrive until later that afternoon. With my ass on the deckchair, my sunglasses on and my feet exposed to whoever might be watching, I knew I would have an amazing moment. Such a good time that I dozed off for a short while. It was a fine day to be outside enjoying the early summer. Of course, I hadn't considered a malicious teenager who disturbed my rest... Katy quietly sneaked up on me. Katy stirred me from my nap with her little hands tickling my poor feet. My first reaction was to laugh and prevent her from going on with her misdeed by folding my legs. She loved to toy around with me and she had mastered her craft. How could Katy know I was ticklish? I felt in a vindictive mood, and I wanted to teach her a lesson. "Come here, you sneaky brat, I'll teach you what it's like to tickle someone!" I chased Katy into the mansion. Damn, she was a fast little runner! Maybe my extra year had made me slower, that explained why she could outrun me so easily... These little moments were our daily lives, a pleasant contrast to my previous troubles. Katy led me into the dining room, where two of my friends were sitting. "Kimy? Barney? What are you both doing here? I expected to see you later." "Did she fall for it? Way to go, Katy, we told you she was ticklish, didn't we? Especially her feet." "So you're the one who snitched on me? How funny, Kimy..." "Come on Calista! She would have known sooner or later, she's far too smart." "I'm glad to see you both, obviously, but I'm still in my pyjamas." "Well, it's not like we've ever seen you naked before Calista, you don't have to play prudish around Katy. Besides, we came to wish you a happy birthday!" "And we brought a little present! Hand it over, Kimy." "You're right, Barney. Please, follow me outside Cali honey." We faced the sea. Kimy showed me the present she had brought along: "So what do you feel about this gift? Do you like it?" "Wow Kimy... I can't thank you enough! It's so beautiful." "I know, right? Barney and I found and refurbished it a few weeks ago. And since you told us about your voyage to Costa Rica, we thought you might want to try it again, this time with Katy." "I might even come to Goodneighbor with it! It'll be much nicer than taking the road." "Happy birthday Calista, I wish you all the best!" "Thank you Kimy, from the bottom of my heart. You are a lot more than a friend to me, you have taught and helped me so much in this world. I'm so thankful we're once again together!" "And I've been delighted with your presence since the day you came into my store." I squeezed her hand passionately and put my head on her shoulder. Kimy was truly a gem among people. She had returned from DC with new tattoos, but her sweetness and kindness remained unaltered. I felt proud to have her at my side. As we made our way back to the mansion, a well-dressed man straight out of my past awaited at the door: Wiecek, my former boyfriend from my days at Diamond City, had returned. "I leave you both alone, you have plenty of catching up to do." "Thanks, Kimy. What a nice surprise to see you again Wiecek! You haven't changed, always so classy and charming!" "Hi Calista, I'm glad to see you too! You look quite different, new hair color, no more tattoos... But you're still as gorgeous as the first time I laid my eyes on you." "Thank you, dear! You can't imagine what happened to me these last months... I've been on a wild rollercoaster ride." Wiecek had this special skill for soothing my mind. He took me in his arms before speaking some kind words: "Hey, whatever happened, you overcame it and that's what matters in the end. I'm sorry about our breakup, but now, I have my life in Pittsburgh with my family and someone else. Calista, you'll always be the most determined and incredible girl I've ever met. For that, I say thank you and wish you a blessed birthday." "Oh Wiecek... You'll be a sweet talker forever, won't you? I'm glad you're doing well and enjoying your life. We can still be friends, like in the good old days when we used to joke around..." "That's fine with me!" "Great! I should get changed, there's only one more couple of guests before we're complete, would you like to help me find an outfit for the day? You used to love doing that at the Red Seat." "Lead the way." We went up to my bedroom. I tried on a few clothes before finding the ones that suited me best. "What do you think? I love the blue shirt, it goes so well with my nail polish. And this necklace goes with my bracelets." "I couldn't agree more. You look lovely, Calista." "Thank you, Wiecek." Katy appeared, knocking on the bedroom door. Her little smile also meant she liked my outfit, but she wished us to follow her into my office. Katy pointed down the staircase. I heard a familiar voice, Fahrenheit's, complaining about something. "It looks like my last guests have arrived, I'm going down to greet them. Thanks Katy for the heads-up." "Go ahead. You look tense, just relax, it's your day! I'll stay with Katy and she'll show me around." "Fahrenheit, Aegis, greetings! I'm delighted to welcome you in my manor. Did you have a pleasant journey?" "There you are, Calista. We had a good trip, this handsome man here picked me up in Goodneighbor and forced me to wear proper clothes..." "I told you Fahrenheit, no way you're showing up in your raider gear." "You both look lovely, I'm glad I was the matchmaker to arrange it." "Thanks again, Calista. You can call me by my real name now, Arnold. I've stopped working at Nuka World and intend to move to Boston! Right next to that lioness." "Take it easy, tiger, we don't want to offend our young lady on her birthday, do we?" I was about to show them around when Fahrenheit interrupted me: "By the way, Calista, is it usual for you to walk around with your shirt half-open ? Not that we don't appreciate your breasts or your modesty, but think about the example you're setting for the little girl." "Maybe there's still some Starlight left in you Calista... I missed out on those gorgeous tits..." "Oh damn, you're right! I completely forgot that I'm walking around with my boobs almost hanging out!" Not that I disliked it. But it's true that I had to be a role model today. As I completely zipped up my shirt, Arnold brought a huge camera into the room. "Here's your present, Calista. From the entire Golden Globes team, especially Mr. Corsican and Charlotte." "Wow, that's great, thanks! But I don't know what I could do with it... This part of my life reminds me of when I belonged to Isabel..." "Don't worry about it anymore. After keeping her for a while, we hand her over to some mercenaries who run a correctional center. In a few months, Isabel will be the perfect slave for all the Paradise Falls enthusiasts." "Great. Maybe I'll pay her a visit... Okay, everyone's here, let's go outside! Arnold, can you put the camera outside, please? I might have an idea of how to use it." My guests have gathered outside on a balmy summer afternoon. We passed through the entryway where I stopped in front of the furniture. "Give me a minute Fahrenheit, I'm grabbing some footwear." "Like you wear shoes on a regular basis. Come on, everyone's waiting outside! You don't need them." "Alright alright, let's go." I hadn't prepared a text, I was just going to say what I felt in my heart. "Thanks to all of you for coming today. I'm thrilled to celebrate my birthday with you in my mansion, which you contributed to rebuild. As you know, I'm an elderly woman who is over 200 years old. I lived before the Bombs destroyed the Earth. I found refuge in Vault 111 and was in cryogenic sleep until I awoke over a year and a half ago. From then on, all my bearings were lost, and I became enslaved to raiders. I managed to survive and take revenge on them, thus starting my own tale." "I've done all sorts of things, from being a mercenary to being a mercenary's captive. From being a manager of devious devices to being sold at auction. From being a dancer to being a burglar. From being a traveler to being a castaway. From being a tame slave to being a porn actress. In all these slices of life, I've met all of you. Sometimes, you've exploited my ignorance of this world, but other times, you've both helped and supported me. I don't think I would have survived this long if you hadn't been there on my side..." "For that, I'm eternally grateful. Thank you, thank you everyone!" My guests, or should I say friends, all cheered me on. I received a standing ovation from them that touched me deeply. I finally had a real reason to look forward towards a brighter future, and it lay right in front of my eyes. "Thank you very much, but before we have dinner, I'd like to take a family picture together. Who loves me, comes with me!" There are two kinds of family. The blood relatives, who can never change, and those we make for ourselves, the ones that reflect our true nature. I had been lucky enough to meet all those wonderful people who showed me that the Commonwealth could bring positive things to a destroyed world. A glimmer of hope for tomorrow, immortalized by photography: Arnold the muscle man. Barney the wise veteran. Fahrenheit the fearsome leader. Kimy the smiling vixen. Wiecek the elegant embodiment. Katy the sly youth. And finally Calista, the humble heroine. Frequently barefoot, with a taste for exploration. It was the perfect time to make a break from it all. Or maybe not, who knows... THE END
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I'd dreamed it, and there she was: Queen Isabel, captured and bound. Hinged handcuffs were wired to Croup Manor's huge basement girder, and I'd taken the liberty of removing her shoes to bind her feet. Like me, Isabel did not wear socks either. Maybe like me, she was sensitive down there too... In any case, I had to wait for her to wake up; Kimy told me she'd be knocked out for an hour or so. I could still enjoy my catch a little longer! Captive Isabel woke up angry at being taken prisoner. I moved closer, taunting her by touching her nose with my fingertip: "At last you're back! Greetings Isabel, did you miss me?" "Calista! You bitch! Get your mistress free right now!" "Yeah, I don't think so. Revenge is a fool's game. And believe me, I know exactly how to play it." "I'm gonna cut loose, smash your face in, and then..." I had enough, I was forced to interrupt. I put my foot on her throat to remind who was in control around here. "You see, Isabel, you lost. The only reason you're still breathing at this point is because you somehow bailed me out of Libertalia. By the way, sorry about that, but there can't be much left of it now, same goes for Wire... You can bet your boots on it. But you know, on the other hand, I haven't forgotten our first encounter, or how I had to please you on the way to Nuka World. So today, you're going to return the favor. If you do a good job pleasing me, I'll let you live and you'll never hear from me again. Agreed?" She nodded. I had a pretty good idea of what I wanted from her. "First, you're going to lick my feet and I expect it to be done right. If you try to bite me, I'll choke you with my foot." It was the first time I'd ever asked this of anyone. Now I understood why it felt so damn nice, Isabel knew how to use her tongue and my toes seemed to be so mellow. "Good, good, my former mistress is gifted! I want the same on my other foot, is that clear?" Isabel nodded again. I wondered why she was so docile, was she afraid for her life? Well, I certainly enjoyed it. While she licked my other foot, I couldn't help staring at her feet. I really did have a fetish for it... I was starting to imagine certain things in my head that turned me on. Isabel belonged to that slave-owning caste that disgusted me, but she only did it for her own survival first, and then for her own gain. Currently, Isabel had to worship my feet in order to be spared. Her survival and gain were now tied to my satisfaction and I wasn't done with her yet. I lay down before Isabel's feet. I began to stroke her soles with two fingers, to test her ticklishness: "Well... after tying you up and taking off your shoes, I wondered... Is the great Queen Isabel vulnerable? Seeing your bare feet exposed like that... It's worth a try isn't it?" "Don't you dare..." "What? It's not like you did this to me a few months ago. Besides, a little tickling is always fun!" She tried to keep her cool, but it wasn't going to take her much longer to lose it. With both hands, and by tickling her feet thoroughly, I finally made her laugh. "What's wrong? My mistress can't take being tickled, can she? I knew a tough gal like you had a weak spot, I just didn't expect it to be so... simple to uncover." "Ahahahaha! You won't get away with it Calista! You'll payahahahaha!" "Yeah yeah, keep talking. But remember to breath, we've still got plenty of time to spend together!" After several minutes of tickling, I gave Isabel a break. Kneeling above her, I showed her who was in charge from now on: "What the hell are you doing with that knife? Put it away, you can hurt me!" "Don't you recognize your own blade, Isabel? I could finish you off in a split second, but we're not done yet. Do you recall the burglary night? You tore my bodysuit off to humiliate me. An eye for an eye..." "I fucking hate you, Calista!" "Likewise. Hold still, I want to find out what's underneath that shirt." I cut Isabel's shirt to make her topless. My arousal rose again, as I began to touch myself and enjoy it. "You're such a nasty perv, you know that?" "Come on... I can't help it, I'm attracted to sexy bodies and your breasts turn me on..." "Gross! Enough is enough, set me free now!" She wasn't in any position to tell me what to do. Captive Isabel deserved a little reminder. I tickled one of her breasts and also her ribs. Isabel was caught off guard and giggled. "I'll decide when I'm done with you. Your upper body's a little less ticklish though... Think of it more as a massage." "Ahahaha please stop!" "Since you asked nicely I'll give you a break, okay?" "Only on your upper body, I'm going to take good care of your feet, tickling them in the proper manner!" Isabel burst out laughing, unable to resist any longer. I'd managed to crack her, courtesy of an intense hour of tickling torture. "Sorry, but I love it! I hit all the right spots in your soles, didn't I?" "Ahahahahah! Yes! Calista please stop, I'm about to piss my pants!" "You wouldn't dare. But I'm actually stopping for real this time." I wrapped up the session by moving closer to Isabel's face to kiss her, but also to get an answer to a question that had been on my mind: "Be honest with me Isabel, was I really worth anything to you? Other than caps and being your slave?" "I wouldn't have taken you with me if I didn't have a crush on you, Calista." "Well, thanks, that's all I wanted to hear." We kissed one last time. Both of us broke character. The mistress-slave bond came to an end. Shortly afterwards, Fahrenheit joined the party. I knew she had a score to settle with Isabel over Goodneighbor's affairs. My former mistress felt embarrassed and betrayed. "Calista, who the hell is this woman and what the hell is she doing here?" "Sorry Isabel, it's just business." "I'm Fahrenheit and I'm taking your ass back to Hancock's office. He didn't like the dirty tricks you were pulling with the Triggermen and wants to hear all about it." "But... You said you'd let me live..." "Exactly. I didn't say how or with whom you'd live, though." "You lying little bitch, I'll have your head!" "I've heard enough. Calista, you can go outside. I'll make sure our prisoner is fully restrained for the homeward journey. And gag her because she's pissing me off!" I sat on the mansion's front porch. The sun was slowly beginning to rise, dawn lighting up the horizon with a soft orange hue. I thought of nothing, just enjoying the moment. Kimy discreetly joined me for a chat: "What's on your mind Cali honey?" "It's so beautiful, isn't it? I wish I could live these moments every day. Clear my head and simply cherish the world we live in now." "You know... You could do a lot more than that. Walk with me." "Take a look at this mansion. It's been partially destroyed for centuries and no one has tried to repair it. You could do it, Calista. Home isn't a defined place, it's what you make of it. Plus, you've got everything you love around here: a big house like in your old days, the ocean for you to swim in, the sand for you to walk barefoot leisurely... I'll help you renovate it if you need a change of scenery, okay?" "Thanks Kimy, it means a lot to me! The mansion has potential but I don't know, it sounds like a tough project... I'll give it some thought." Kimy and I returned to our role as chatterboxes while Fahrenheit escorted a shackled Isabel: "Come on, move it, we've got a long way to go to Goodneighbor!" Seeing her captive like that, I had some flashbacks of the auction day's events before resuming the conversation with my friend: "So your research didn't pan out? After so many months in DC?" "Yeah, I spent more time marketing my devious devices in Rivet City than actually digging into the serum's content. It was only last month that I found out what it does: it alters your strength and stamina for about ten minutes. You seem to be invincible during this period. But it doesn't alter your lifespan, a unique Cabot property, no doubt." "Wow, that sounds incredible! If you knew what I was doing last month... You wouldn't believe your eyes!" Fahrenheit forced Isabel onto her knees. Kimy and I joined them, the three of us looking down at the tightly bound prisoner. "The female slaver is ready for transport. Quite ironic that she's the one chained up. A taste of her own medicine, am I right, Calista?" "Isabel has caused so much trouble... She captured me, tortured me, shipped me away by train and then acquired me from raiders. I did the same to her. I think we're even now." "Oh? That explains why she so desperately wanted to pee. You tickled her until she lost it, didn't you?" "Maybe I did. You can use that on her to get your questions answered." "Clever, thanks for the tip! Come on, it's time to go." "You better walk or I'll kick your ass to force you to!" Fahrenheit had this very wicked side, fortunately for me, she was in my corner. Kimy handed me my backpack with my clothes and supplies. "We're going back to Goodneighbor. I know you've got a stop to make first, and since it's so close... You should head there right away. I'm sure your little girl will be thrilled to welcome you again!" "Thanks Kimy, you are truly the best!" "I know! Good luck Calista and think about what we talked about." I changed and set off for Salem, located an hour's walk from the Croup Manor. The town looked as deserted and forlorn as ever, just like the first time I'd visited it almost a year ago. I had made a promise to Katy: when I was clear of all my problems, I would come back for her and we would live together. I intended to honor that word. As I approached Barney's bunker, where I expected to see him and Katy again, I saw several Mirelurks corpses. The turrets had probably killed them but I had to stay on my toes because they didn't cover the whole city and could also run out of ammo. For these reasons, I drew my revolver, my fellow gun during my Midnight Express. I kept moving before two more mirelurks appeared. Damn, they were scary as hell comin' up from the ground. That wasn't going to stop me from taking them out, they weren't very fast and their shells protected their entire bodies. They only had one weak point, their tiny faces. That's where I was aiming at. I had shot dead the first one, but the glowing second one made an aggressive charge with its claws. I dived to the side to get a perfect view over the remaining mirelurk's face. Two bullets later, it collapsed as well. With the danger averted, I climbed the stairs to Barney's house. He came to greet me after hearing my gunshots. "Calista, what a nice surprise! Thanks for the help, we've been a bit overwhelmed lately..." "Hi Barney! Where's Katy? Is she safe?" "Yeah, she was sniping mirelurks from the roof, you'll find her in the back." After all these months, we were finally reunited! I took her in my arms and gave her the warmest of hugs. "Katy! I told you I'd come back for you! It's all over now, I'm free as a bird! We can live anywhere! Are you ready to venture out again with me?" She looked just as happy to welcome me back as I did, and she nodded in response to my question. I felt like I'd abandoned her yesterday, but I won't let that ever happen again! END OF PART 1
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Getting back to Boston by motorcycle proved to be a lot faster than the outward journey, where I went barefoot with a yoke around my neck. Goodneighbor, my sweet neighborhood... On my arrival, I called out one of the security guards: "Hey you, go see Fahrenheit and tell her that an old friend of hers, Calista, is expecting to meet her in her apartment. I'll give you 50 caps for the service, now go!" "Right away, ma'am!" Coming home will always bring the same satisfaction: peace of mind. A place where you feel safe and secure, where you've enjoyed some fabulous moments. Evenings spent chatting with Kimy, my love affair with Fahrenheit and Katy's delight when she first saw my Grognak the Barbarian comics... I was happy to be back, and after those few days on the road, I deserved a good shower and to get my hair color back just in time for Fahrenheit to show up. Washing yourself and then finding your old self in the mirror was especially satisfying. I still had a few clothes lying around in the dressing room, a tank top and mustard-colored leggings. It was strange not to have the tattoos on my body anymore; I still had a slight pain caused by Music's laser to remove them. Fahrenheit was sitting at the counter and hailed me: "A nice face to see! How are you, Calista? Long time no see. I see you haven't lost those habits of yours, strolling around barefoot all the time... Aren't you bothered that people can stare at your feet?" "Hi Fahrenheit! I'm fine, and for your information, I just got out of the shower. That explains why I'm barefoot. Besides, if you're asking me, you probably don't mind peeking either." "Ahah, smart as ever, I like that. Listen, I've got a surprise for you. While you were away, I tidied up a few things in your apartment. Go and check the back room." As I made my way to the back room, someone grabbed me from behind. Gentle hands that gave me more pleasure than fear. Next was a voice I hadn't heard in months: "Surprise! How's my Cali honey? I've missed you!" "Oh my... Kimy! Is it really you?" I couldn't believe it. I didn't know if she had actually returned from her researches in the Capital's wastelands. But I knew one thing for sure: I loved having her back... We started making small talk while holding each other. It could have gone on for hours, but Fahrenheit had a rather tight schedule: "Girls, it's nice to see you catching up again, but let's get down to business. Why do you want to see me, Calista?" "Right, sorry. I've been through a lot in the last few months, so I'll make this quick. I got enslaved, again. I was held in Libertalia for a long month before being acquired by a slaver known as Queen Isabel." "Did that bitch trick you? She's been a problem all over Goodneighbor for the past few months, trying to buy Hancock's favors while trading with the Triggermen." "I'm not surprised, she pulled a similar stunt on some people I used to work with in Diamond City... Anyway, I want revenge and that's why I need you ladies. I aim to destroy this awful place of Libertalia and take care of Isabel myself." "I like your spirit, always resolute. Let's go to the back room, I might have an idea." Kimy and I followed Fahrenheit down the corridor. She lit herself a cigarette while we admired how she had turned the room around. "Wow, you've really turned this old room into an armory? I don't know whether to be proud or scared of you." "Speak for yourself, barefoot girl. You were away and left me here, so I thought I'd make good use of the place. I stocked up on weapons, armor and ammunition. But what we're most interested in here are the explosives we got from the Gunners." "I don't have a plan for you, but I'll tell you something: no matter how many raiders you kill, they'll always come back to their nest. If you destroy it, they'll have no reason to stick around. Here's a remote-controlled Mini Nuke. Put it down properly and Libertalia blows." "Thanks Fahrenheit, I know how I'll do it. I'll take more explosives and blow up other parts of Libertalia. I even think the boss had direct contact with Queen Isabel. Two birds with one stone. Kimy, please come with me. I could use some help." "Of course, Cali baby, anything to keep you safe." A few days later, we set off for Libertalia. I was planning to sneak in during the night. Kimy would be my guardian angel, keeping an eye on me: "Alright Calista, you're all geared up. Stick to the plan, just set the explosives and contact Isabel. I'll look after you and your stuff." "How kind of you, my friend! I won't be long, everything will go fine. Thanks again for the outfit! Did you purposely omit the footwear?" "Maybe I did! I remember you were always so keen to work barefoot." "Yeah, well... Touché." Kimy stayed on the beach, cheering me on. I swam with my diving mask on towards Libertalia. The plan was quite simple: I had three explosive charges and a mini Nuke. I had to place the bombs in key places where they would set off a domino effect. As for the Mini Nuke, I kept it for the boss. I needed to do all this operation undetected. In the middle of the night while the raiders were sleeping, that shouldn't be an issue. My first target was the large cargo ship that served as the raiders' kitchen and barracks. There were no patrols around the ship, so I scaled the hull to climb aboard, right in front of the galley entrance. I felt like a ninja on a redemption mission. Tonight would be an end to all those scumbags. I put the first explosive in the oven. This stove ran on gas, as did the boat's lights. The spark needed to set off the fireworks lay in my wetsuit: the remote control was linked to all the explosives that I carried along with me. Only two more left to plant. I kept a discreet approach and planted a second explosive in one of the raiders' workshops, among the stranded boats. It was brimming with flammables that would light up the night. Just one more explosive to go. I intended to place it at the bottom of the wrecked freighter where I was the raiders' ticklish slave. I placed the last explosive near an old generator at the lowest section of the freighter. I couldn't proceed through the interior without running into raiders, so I'd better go another way. I remembered that the huge freighter was supported by large cables that kept the upside-down vessel standing. It offered a safer way to reach the top, and I intended to use it to my advantage. En route to the platform, I passed in front of the cages where I had been imprisoned. Surprisingly, someone was inside: a naked man tied to the bars. He didn't deserve to die in an explosion sequence, I had to free him. After picking the door lock, I rushed to untie him. "Thank you madame... I'm their last prisoner, I thought I was going to die here... I'll find a way to get to the beach." "Better hurry, Libertalia will blow up soon." The thick cable held the cargo firmly in position. I had to play tightrope walker to reach the Libertalia top. Kimy had chosen the right mission to dispense me with footwear: I had a better grip on the cable in my bare feet. Once at the top, I'd find a way to contact Queen Isabel, then leave my latest gift for the boss. I used the boss's terminal, protected by a password that was easy enough to crack: Slavery. There were files relating the notes and thoughts of Wire, Libertalia's ruler. He had known Queen Isabel for several years, a professional relationship punctuated by some asides where they strayed to fuck. To enjoy their love affair, they occasionally met up at Croup Manor, an abandoned residence around half an hour's walk from here. A perfect place to take care of someone, both literally and figuratively. After sending a message to see Queen Isabel at the manor, pretending to be Wire, I had to take care of him. I knew where his bedroom was, and he slept in it like a baby. I dropped my gift right on top, a Mini Nuke that would propel him into Morpheus' world forever. With everything properly placed, it was time for me to get away from Libertalia. It had been a long time since my last sumptuous plunge into the sea. I deserved another one before I blew up the whole raider stronghold. I climbed back onto a wrecked boat off the Libertalia shore. I took out the remote control and pulled the switch. Several bright light sources flashed at me, accompanied by loud explosions that made a thunderstorm jealous. Go to hell you raiders, no more Libertalia for you! Payback from an escaped slave who regained her identity and was determined to retaliate. Whether there were survivors or not, I didn't give a damn, I had one person left to handle. A couple of hours later, north of Libertalia. After the fireworks, Kimy and I were reunited. I told her about my ambush to capture Isabel, and she helped me to arrange it. Thanks to her, I had everything I needed to neutralize and tie someone up, all I needed was that person. I had hidden upstairs in the manor waiting for Queen Isabel to arrive. As the night wore on, I saw my former mistress enter the residence. "Wire, are you up there? You'd better be naked already, I had a bad night and I really need to blow off some steam... If you could give me a massage before we get down to business, that would be great. You're not asleep, are you? I swear, if you don't answer me..." "Surprise mistress!" I kicked the back of Queen Isabel's knee with my bare foot to bring her down. She wasn't expecting to fall into a trap, and quickly fell to the ground, yelling in pain. "Not this time, no." I drew the syringe Kimy had given me. It contained a powerful sedative that could put anyone to sleep for quite a while. Queen Isabel tried to defend herself, but I blocked her arm and stuck the syringe in her neck. "You're mine at last. Together, we're going to have a little chat."
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I returned home. I took off my accessories, then my boots, and lay down on the sofa. My feet were killing me, my head was spinning... I felt so tired, I drifted off to sleep. I had nothing else productive to do that day, and nobody was going to bother me if I took a nap, right? During my restorative nap, I heard the apartment door being opened and someone coming closer. A familiar voice roused me from my slumber. "My dear pet Calista, sleeping like a baby, how cute! It's time to wake up, your mistress is here to collect her share." "I've stored the capsules I won this month in my safe upstairs, Mistress." "Good. Keep up the good work and I'll keep on taking care of you." "Thank you. Mistress... If I may ask... Why do they call you Queen?" "Since you asked nicely... I used to lead a gang. Amassed a lot of wealth... mostly due to my planning. Nothing lasts forever though. Some of my subordinates got jealous. I hunted the traitors down over the years. You don't want to know the ways I made them suffer before they died. I was a demon in human form... I'm glad I could share these things but I'm just done talking about my past. Listen well pet... Never betray me. Now strip naked and kneel before me." After her discussion, I didn't want to offend Queen Isabel, so I complied. I even started touching myself to entertain her. "That's good, your body is still pretty fit. Life in the porn industry hasn't turned you out of shape. Now listen carefully, Calista, Starlight, I don't care, you're mine. I have a special job for you: you're going to attend a party on my behalf. I've got you an outfit for the occasion. Remember slave... You don't get to own things! I simply allow you to use them! In the end, everything belongs to me. Understood?" "Yes, Mistress." "Great, let's go upstairs and try one of your cool contraptions." Upstairs in my bedroom, Queen Isabel tied me to the cross, a gift from the previous owner. Utterly naked and exposed, she helped herself tapping into my safe to retrieve her caps, and from me, snatching all my jewels. I was tired of being exploited like this, I had to speak out: "Please Mistress... Release me! I... I don't want to be your slave anymore." "Do you think you have a choice? I own you. But, depending on how you cope at the party... I'll consider releasing you. In a few days, the Overboss and some wealthy investors are holding an exhibition party. You'll be representing your studio and your mistress. If you can get me into their private circle, I won't need to keep you enslaved. I'll leave you to ponder over it." Soon enough, party night came. My night spent on the cross gave me time to reflect; I had to succeed so I could aspire to a brighter future. I was dressed with the outfit left by Queen Isabel, along with a bimbo collar emitting a violet light. The Overboss was waiting for me in his penthouse, and he looked pissed: "You're late Starlight, that's a bad start for you. Anyway, I see you've got a pretty nice outfit and a great accessory around your neck, which is good." "I'm sorry Overboss, I swear I will not fail you." "Just because I enjoy your movies doesn't mean I won't beat your ass if you screw up. Tonight, you'll be our waitress, providing food and drink for my investors. If they want more from you, you'll do it without a second thought. Is that clear?" "Crystal clear, Overboss." I stood behind the counter, mixing cocktails and serving beers. One by one, the investors arrived, taking their places around me. I was completely ignored, as they talked about their rich-people woes. I kept filling their glasses or handing them a beer, doing my best to be an excellent waitress. I'll find an opportunity to chat about myself when they get drunker. I began to make small talk with the last investor. A kindly old man who wanted to know more about me: "Excuse me dear, but you're not really a waitress, are you? I'm pretty sure I've seen you somewhere before..." "You're quite right! I'm a porn actress called Starlight, I work with a studio here at Nuka World. I could give you a little show if you like... My mistress loves it when I give her one!" "You've got a mistress? Interesting, I should meet her... Alright Starlight, entertain me." The Overboss joined the conversation in a crude way: "What are you two talking about? Amusement? That's a great idea, I've got just the thing." Obviously, the Overboss decided to use me as entertainment for all his guests. He ordered me to strip completely naked before strapping me onto his thing, an old wooden horse. "Gentlemen, I present to you Starlight, Nuka World's finest actress. You've probably seen her in The Plumber or The Motorcycle and most recently in Tickle Me Softly. Take a look at her gorgeous body, you're free to do whatever you want with her for the next hour. Whether you take her from behind or make her suck you off... You can even whip or tickle her while doing so, I'm sure she'll appreciate it, right?" I didn't feel like answering that rhetorical question, and it wasn't like I had a choice in the matter. After the hour spent fulfilling the investors' perverse sexual urges, the Overboss kept me in his penthouse. He summoned his two personal slaves who knelt beside me. I feared his wrath. Somehow, without realizing it, I had made him lose his temper. "Ungrateful bitch! I gave you a simple task, to be a waitress. You showed up late and on top of that, you allowed yourself to talk to my investors as if they were your own? You're lucky you've still got your teeth in place, whore! You're going to spend the night here with my pets, throw me a tantrum like that again and you'll end up as my slave for the rest of your life." A few days later, I went back to work at the studio. Bad news arrived and Charlotte was the bearer: "Hello Starlight. I'm sorry, I did my best to avoid this, but... Today you'll be shooting a snuff movie. It's a direct commission from the Overboss. Not only that, but he has imposed his script and two new actors..." "Does Mr Corsican know about this?" "Unfortunately, yes. He's the one who managed to negotiate that only one film would be shot on his terms. Originally, the plan involved several films in several undesirable locations with undesirable people. The Overboss nevertheless forced his conditions and a gracious fee for us. Anyway, you're going to play a Brotherhood of Steel agent captured by a mercenary who's going to torture you. I wish you luck." "Okay woman, you've been captured and handcuffed. Tell me where your Brotherhood's base is located." "You can fuck off, you won't get a single word out of me!" "Stubborn, like those Brotherhood shitbags. Don't worry, I'll deal with your head." This new actor was a giant, maybe the same height as that guy on my train escapade. If he was going to torture me afterwards, I might not finish the scene alive. "Listen girl, I don't have time to waste. Either you tell me where your facility is, or I'll strangle you even harder." "Huh... Screw you, pig!" "Your determination is impressive, but it'll only get you one place, a lingering death by hanging." The giant mercenary tore off my clothes and hung me high in the street used as the snuff movie's set. Charlotte waved her fingers at me, telling me I must hold on for a minute before being rescued. Helpless, breathless, I felt myself fading away. The minute seemed to last forever. In my desperate resistance, I couldn't prevent from pissing myself, I just let go. At least I would pass away with a relieved bladder. The second actor entered. With his pistol, he shot the rope to bring me down, then knocked the giant unconscious with a charge into his legs before smashing him with his gun butt. The Brotherhood of Steel soldier came closer to check on my condition: "Sorry for the delay, Agent Starlight, but you're safe now!" "Th.. Thank you, Agent... ?" "Knight Aegis, I've been sent to rescue you. The area is secure, but we have to leave. I'll give you a hand." "AND CUT! That was great, thank you everyone." At the end of the shooting, I slipped out of the studio. I needed to think, to be alone for a while. My mission at the party didn't go as planned and I was caught red handed by the Overboss, who decided to humiliate me. First on myself, then in my work. It was probably Queen Isabel's plan all along to involve me in that private circle, her aim being to fill the vacant position next to the Overboss. If I became enslaved to him, she would have been bound to intervene. I was merely a bargaining chip to increase her personal influence. Having to pretend to be a good, submissive girl in order to survive the Commonwealth, I wanted out. I had enough of this crap. Since my cryogenic awakening, I had withstood many perilous situations, but this was one too many. I enjoyed my acting experience and earning thousands of capsules, but was I really fulfilled? Aegis joined me on the plaza. The clothes I was wearing were a gift from him. He didn't look like a pornographic movie actor, and neither did the giant. They were real mercenaries, recruited by the Overboss for this film. Except that Aegis held his own morals: "Hey Starlight, I'm sorry I got involved in this shooting. It was wrong and shouldn't have happened. I've seen your other productions where you seemed much more keen and dedicated. If you have lost that passion, that burning desire, maybe it's time to call it quits. I'm sure you've got other things to do and a family to be reunited with, haven't you?" "Yeah, I suppose we could say that." "Well, what are we waiting for? Come on, I'll walk with you to the studio!" "Thanks Aegis, for a stranger you're really friendly!" Back at the studio, we convened for an emergency meeting with Mister Corsican and Charlotte on a new set with a power armor. I told Aegis to stay and support me: "Guys, after what happened earlier, I've been thinking. I don't want to deal with that anymore. I've lost the desire to shoot. It was already in the back of my mind, but this snuff film was the last straw. Mister Corsican, as a director, you must realize how I feel." "Yes, I do, baby. It's an outrageous way to operate, but I couldn't do otherwise. I understand you want to stop and I think Charlotte and I agree. We thank you for your wonderful time at Golden Globes Studios and we'll do everything to find an actress as promising as you." "Thank you, but I need one last favor. I'm still indebted to a particular mistress and I need to buy some time and a way to get back to Boston." "I can give you a couple of weeks. We'll say you went on vacation and then something bad happened. Take the keys to the motorcycle, it's been rotting in the parking lot ever since." "You can tell I went to Costa Rica, it's a very beautiful lush place. Thanks again, both of you!" We went to my apartment. I had to pack for my departure, which was tonight. Aegis wanted to ensure my well-being. With his help, I managed to regain an inch of freedom, and I'm going to put it to good use. We greeted each other one last time with a military salute. "Thank you Knight Aegis for your great devotion to Agent Starlight! I promise to contact you when I've settled back into my life." "I'm positive you will! Take care Starlight or whatever your real name is." "My close friends call me Calista." I packed a few things: some groceries, some clothes and all the capsules I had earned. Then I went to Music's tattoo shop for a custom order: "Girl, tonight's the night. I'm off. But before that, I want you to remove all the tattoos from my body, paint my fingernails and toenails black and give me some hair dyes. Black and orange-red." "Wow, that's a lot of work! We'll be here all night." "You owe me after your date with Billy, you think I didn't know?" "Guilty as charged. Relax, this might hurt a little." Speaking of the devil, Billy joined the tattoo shop while I changed. These two young people had a lifetime to get to know each other. At least I made them both meet, and that'll be enough success for me. "Look how cute you are together! Music, thanks again for your fine craftsmanship, I feel like I've been reborn! Billy, I'm counting on you to cherish and adore your beloved with all your heart!" "Trust me, I will! I'm already planning to retire from acting, and I've heard that a pretty woman needs someone to help run her store." "This is the last time we'll see each other, right? Good luck to you, Starlight. Even if it's just a stage name, I'll remember you." So long Nuka World, I enjoyed the Nuka ride but it was time to return to Boston. I had an unfinished story with raiders and a slave queen. She had tracked me down because of my tattoos. Even if they had sentimental meaning, echoes of my history in the Commonwealth, I wasn't going to be caught out again. Besides, these tattoos were now famous as Starlight's porn star ones. Calista went back to being a complete stranger, just as she had been when she left the vault. I sat down on the bike and reflected on my entire journey. Out of a vault, I was kidnapped and enslaved to raiders for several months. Beaten, forced to fuck, broken, I managed to survive and took revenge on them. I was a mercenary for only a month before encountering the Gunners, who captured and interrogated me. I fled to Salem for a while before coming back down to Boston where I met Kimy and her devious devices business. I worked with her for a few months, alongside with Fahrenheit, a strong mercenary who led me to my misfortune: I was mistaken for her, captured and auctioned off. I worked hard in a strip club until I bought my freedom back and lived with Wiecek, a wonderful guy. Things were going well, but then I got carried away. A failed burglary and I ended up on a slave train to Miami. I escaped with Katy, an innocent girl whom I brought to safety to Salem. I went on a voyage, washed up in Costa Rica where I spent some fabulous days until the pirates grabbed me and sent me back to the Commonwealth. Still enslaved to raiders, the same woman who had stopped the break-in became my mistress and finally moved me to Nuka World. Wow, that was a lot of experiences, all in just a year and a half... I knew what I was going to do: repeat the cycle one more time. They say night is the perfect time to think. It's calm and peaceful, with nothing to disturb our reflection. I was going to return to Goodneighbor, equip myself and destroy Libertalia with Kimy and Fahrenheit's help. Then I'd deal with that bitch Queen Isabel for everything she'd put me through. When all of this will be over, I'll come back to Katy so we can finally live a normal, carefree life. END OF PART 2
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Ready, set, action! "Let's start with this. Introduce yourself, sweetheart! Hundred of fans will be watching this. Give your best!" "Hi everyone! I'm Starlight from Golden Globes Studios!" "I'm an unlucky girl. Don't get me wrong, but I'm really good at getting into trouble and that's why I'm here. However, I found those tricky predicaments very appealing over time. I hope you enjoy my scenes as much as I love doing them!" "Alright baby, tell us about your work-life balance and your hobbies... Anything fans would like to know!" "Well, I've got a lot to share with you... To access this job I have to serve my Mistress. That's my secret life known by few: I'm a kind of slave, but free as the wind too. Which is pretty funny because no one believes me around here when I say that I'm really good with guns and I've killed a lot of raiders before! But that was another life, now I'm looking for something else. I need to feel something for someone that excites me. I want intimacy and closeness. You get that and you will never get tired, mark my words." "Oh baby, that was wonderful! It's time to say goodbye to the fans! Any last words?" "Sure! I'm Starlight and on behalf of Golden Globes Studio... Stay yourself! Stay cute! Life is too short to please others! Do your best to embrace your full potential!" "Thank you for the interview, mister Corsican. I had a great time and I really needed it!" "Don't mention it. We don't have any other work scheduled for today. You should go and pay your respects to Mason. His investment keeps the studio in business." "I will, sir. Have a nice day!" A couple of months had passed since Libertalia. In case you hadn't figured it out, I became an actress. More specifically, a porn actress. At first I was totally confused, "what the hell am I doing here?" the question I asked myself every day. Mister Corsican ran the studio and had an artistic vision of the genre. It was thanks to him that I finally fitted in and offered some of my special skills: poledancing and tickling. And oh boy, you can't imagine the fun I'm having! There were unfortunate sides to this job. Nuka World was a pre-war amusement park captured by three groups of raiders. Mason commanded one of them. The raiders used slaves for maintenance and repair work, like this poor lady wearing rags with her blowtorch. But also for trade or shopkeeping. In short, any job requiring a brain. I was glad to be spared from this misery. Even if I had to answer to Queen Isabel, who demanded half my monthly earnings. Better having a gold necklace than an exploding one. I went to visit Kali, a newcomer from the West. She must have been 16 or 18 years old, but her dominant personality could crush anyone. She owned a clothing boutique in New Reno, which she relocated here to Nuka World. To be honest, she scared the crap out of me, and I didn't want to upset her. "Hi Kali... I mean, Goddess Kali. I have to visit someone special, may I get a pink outfit to wear please?" "Of course Starlight! It's on me. Just know that you'll owe me." "Um... okay, sure, anything you want Goddess." I hoped I wouldn't regret my choice. I walked into Pack territory and greeted Mason with a kiss. His group protected Golden Globes Studios and, in return, the Pack received a small cut of our revenues, a win-win situation. I still had to pay a visit once in a while, to keep the relationship healthy. He was free to choose whatever he wanted me to do afterwards. "I'm bored and a bit tired. Take off your clothes and dance for me, I want to enjoy your porn star body." I happily performed. Last time I had come, he requested that I cook for him and give him a blowjob while he ate. It goes without saying that dancing naked while fondling your breasts is far better. After several minutes, Mason stopped my show. "Okay, I've had enough. Thank you, Starlight. I've got a present for you to go with your pink outfit. You're free to go." I had just become the proud owner of an elegant purse to match my outfit! I really liked it. I had one last stop to make for the day, an appointment with the Nuka World tattoo artist. "Hi Music! It's your favorite actress. I could use your talents to carry on your art work on my body, I love your ink! We should have dinner sometime, since you're doing it for free... I'll pay. And I could tell you more about my colleague Billy... What do you say?" "Alright Starlight, that sounds nice! Let me contact you when I get my new inks." Music was also a young woman in her early twenties. Shy and insecure, she turned into a whole new character when she applied her creative skills to good use. Nobody bothered her because she had the Overboss' support, Nuka World's ultimate leader. I returned to my apartment, kindly offered by the studios. Yes, I was wearing a wig, my hair wasn't that bright blond. Exit Starlight, my stage and acting name for Golden Globes, Calista returned, the real me who hadn't made it back from Costa Rica unscathed. Still enslaved to Queen Isabel, she was right about one thing: my success in porn brought me fame throughout America's wastelands. I welcomed the praise, but I felt like an empty shell. I didn't know why I was still alive, or what my purpose in life might be. I lost my bearings in this foreign world, first my friend Kimy, then my boyfriend Wiecek and finally my little sidekick Katy. I hoped they were fine and living their best lives. I hung around for a bit before hitting the sack. I had comfort beyond measure, rings and jewels worth more than anything I'd ever acquired in the Commonwealth. I fell asleep curled up with pillows in a bed four times too wide for me. A princess's lifestyle, but with a queen to serve. I was going to dream about my latest thoughts, to find those friendly people in my head again before totally eclipsing their existence. I had a great night! About ten hours of sleep in my fantasy world, I felt ready for another day at Nuka World. After a shower and a cup of coffee, I stepped out onto my porch, dressed in my best porn actress outfit, along with my little present from yesterday. I was a little cramped in my boots though... At the studio, Charlotte was waiting for me. She was the new producer, in charge of the schedules and the scenes to be shot. Quite composed and assertive giver her forties, she appeared to be the perfect recruit to take Golden Globes Studios even higher to the top. "Ah Starlight, at last. Here's the schedule for today: this morning, you'll be shooting with Billy. You'll be doing the sequel to The Plumber, The Electrician. Same story, you'll reprise your role as Mrs. Whites. This afternoon, you'll be shooting with Kells in the new set. Title: Lost in the Jungle, you play a jungle girl who meets the king of the jungle. How's that for you?" "I'm fine with anything Charlotte! Did Corsican tell you about my little mission tomorrow? He said you had a special outfit for me." "Oh yeah, the radio thing, right? I'll have it brought to your apartment." "Mrs Whites, it's done. I've repaired your generator and changed your bulbs, so you won't have any power shortages!" "How wonderful! Thank you, young man. Although... There's one bulb you haven't inspected yet." "Erm... Are you sure? I've checked everywhere and made sure it just works... About my wage..." "I'll stop you right there. Your salary and the last bulb are right in front of you. Under my bathrobe. I suggest you get your tools ready and proceed with your inspection." "Right away, Mrs Whites. I apologize for my oversight." "Well, you've made some progress with your screwdriver. You're certainly less clumsy than that plumber who came to fix my boiler." "Thank you, Mrs Whites! Damn, I'm gonna cum! Oooooh!" "Good boy. Looks like my bulb's been well inspected and cleaned." "Greetings jungle girl. What do you think of my muscles, are you impressed?" "Wow, you're really strong! We could team up, you've got the strength, I've got the agility. Together we'll rule the jungle!" "I like your idea. I'll be king of the jungle and you'll be my wife! The jungle girl will become the queen of the jungle. How's that sound? Let's celebrate with some jungle action." "Oh dear! The king of the jungle not only has strength, but also tremendous endurance!" "There's plenty more where that came from, jungle girl! Your agility is as amazing as your charisma, and that's what gives me such power to deliver!" "Yes, yes, I can feel it! I'm going to come, I... Moooooaaaaaaan" The filming day had gone well, another one began. No camera this time, but some acting that would delight old-time famous stars. Disguised as a policewoman, I had to reprimand the slave who had miscalibrated the Nuka World radio station. "Hey, chica! Where can I find your incompetent slave technician?" "Hello officer! Wait, are you Starlight? He's in big trouble if you were forced to come. Look at the stage in the main theater." The old man was cleaning the movie theater stage. I hoped he had said his prayers. "On your knees slave! You are before a law enforcement officer! The Nuka Police Station have sent me to arrest you." "Oh, I'm so sorry officer, I guess you'll have to bring the full weight of the law onto me..." "You're damn right I will! According to Law 69 of the Nuka World Civil Code, you deserve some punishment, come with me." "Golden Globes Radio was online and kicking off. Now it's broken. Thanks to you, slave. You're going to do me a favor and fix this. In return, I'll let you choose your punishment for this mess." "Oh shit... Sorry, sorry, my great Queen! I deserve to be spanked, please punish me harshly!" "You keep calling me Queen, uh? I like it. Keep doing it, slave. I'll administer your sentence and you repair the radio by tomorrow morning otherwise... I'll be furious." "Anything for you, my Queen!" "Oh, my Queen! Ugh! This is definitely better than I ever dreamed of!" "Damn, you dirty pervert. I should roast that old ass in front of all of Nuka World!" It felt good to be the one in control. I was missing that, being free to do whatever I like. Maybe one day I'd stand up to Queen Isabel and regain my true identity. END OF PART 1
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Back in the Commonwealth, the last remaining raiders' settlement: Libertalia. My return took a few days. I spent the trip in a dry dock with a porthole. Naked, starving, weakened, I was collared and then escorted under heavy guard onto a barge in the middle of ship ruins. The raiders fed me and then covered me in ropes, to show their dominance over my body. From my cage, I could see the ruins of Boston, which depressed me. So close and so far away from returning to the Goodneighbor apartment... They could do whatever they pleased with me. For my first days, I was restrained onto another barge in a kind of fixed metal yoke. With my feet firmly planted on the ground, I couldn't move a muscle. The raiders called it an endurance test. If I survived the sun's heat, I could live another day. The next day, one of Libertalia's lieutenants tied me to a chair on his own boat. He had instructions for me: "Listen up, you filthy slave! You belong to us, you do everything we tell you to do. In exchange, you'll have the privilege of eating, drinking and washing. Just what you need to be useful. If you rebel, we'll beat the shit out of you. And if you rebel again after this, we'll activate the collar. Got it?" I nodded. I'll do whatever it takes to survive, just like I did last year in Corvega. I was taken to another boat where one of the raiders expected me: "Sit on the couch, spread your legs and start touching yourself." I did as he instructed. I dreaded his reaction if I didn't obey. "Good, good. When you're horny enough, my friend with the captain's hat will take over." It became more physical afterwards. The raider with the hat went straight to the point: getting laid. And judging by what he unloaded into my privates, it had been a long time since he had the chance to do so. He let out an eager groan of pleasure as I tried to keep myself from suffering too much. I had to stay tough. I was thrown away like a used handkerchief. Naked and tied to a cross, a female raider had to keep an eye on me: "Oh come on! Do I really have to stand here with the slave? Just because I'm a newbie doesn't mean I have to do such ungrateful tasks!" "Hey, relax! Why don't you play with her, make sure she's under your control." Someone gave her a bad idea. The new raider took out her frustration on me. She handcuffed me and led me into her cabin, in which I had to give her the greatest amount of enjoyment with my tongue. It was humiliating enough to be treated like a toy, but on top of that by lowlife scoundrels... At least she had her genitals clean. At the end of the day, I was taken back to the cage and handcuffed to it. Appalling and humiliating: the two words that came to mind. My daily life as a slave returned to its earliest days. To survive it, I needed a great deal of self-sacrifice and, above all, submission to my captors. It was the only way to gain their trust and escape this hell. A few days later, when my life was shifting between being tied up and being fucked, the raiders' lieutenant dragged me back onto his boat. He wanted to see how broken I was and if I was tame enough. "Got something to say, slave? Speak up!" "I acknowledge you as my master. I accept my place and my purpose in serving you. I will always be submissive and obey every command." "Excellent. Now you'll meet the other lieutenant, the barefoot pirate gal. You'll say the exact same words to her too." The barefoot raider had other plans for me. She didn't believe my words, so she chose a more concrete way for me to show my submission: "On the ground and open wide. You're going to worship my feet until they're perfectly clean. If you miss, I'll blow your brains out." I obeyed. I'd never done this before, but I was willing to do anything to keep on living. "Good work slave. You deserve a little treat before meeting the leader." The next day, I was escorted onto the main ship. My reward was these bits of skin that covered my tits and pussy. I knelt before the leader, like the good tamed pet I had become. "A very pretty slave with good manners. Keep it up. My lieutenants have done a pretty good job, you seem quite obedient. That's why I've decided to make you my exclusive slave." "Thank you, master." "Don't thank me so easily. You'll be my ticklish slave. You'll stay on this ship and my crew is free to tickle you whenever and however they want. Understand?" "Yes, master. But please try to be gentle, I'm very ticklish." "My right-hand man will check that right now." Taken outside onto the terrace, the right-hand guy stood behind and tickled my armpits plus my ribs. It was a sensation I hadn't experienced since my capture by Queen Isabel, who had tied me up and tickled me before shipping me off. One thing for sure, my body seemed to be as sensitive as ever. At dusk, it was the watchman's turn to have his session. He had hogtied me and decided to tickle my feet. The ropes were so heavy, I couldn't do anything but laugh. "Oh yes! Keep on giggling slave! I can tickle those little feet all night long!" A couple of days later, I was targeted by one of the raider gals, who was in charge of the kitchen and inventory stock. She grabbed me and handcuffed me in a very uncomfortable position on a stool. This allowed her hands to roam all over my belly. "Everyone wants to play with you, you know that? So ticklish, I love your laugh, my little slave! Hey you at the bar, want to join the fun?" I was allowed a break to empty my bladder and catch my breath. I was then tied to a cross on the floor, which the raider at the bar had just brought. My two captors sat opposite me, one on each foot. What happened next would probably test my endurance and push me one step closer to insanity. "It's amazing, she's really ticklish everywhere! Thanks for that, mate. Plus, we get a perfect view down to her cunt and tits. Think we should give it a try?" I didn't want them to go tickling over there but I wasn't in any position to contest. Despite still being enslaved by the raiders, the days passed a lot better since I was a ticklish slave. I had a little space to myself and could move around freely. I had become submissive enough to have more freedom, but also more opportunities to escape. One morning, the boss's right-hand man paid me a visit. I struck an erotic pose for him. "Little pet, the boss wants you for the whole day. Join him on his deck. By the way, nice sexy pose." The leader wanted an exclusive session with me. He tied me upside down, my hands shackled by a ball and chain, my feet at his mercy. This was, of course, the moment he chose to tickle them: "My crew was right, we did well to include you in our group. Such tender, ticklish soles, I love it! Do you like it too, slave?" "Ahahahahah, yes master! I love being tickled and being your slave!" "Perfect. So we'll carry on until sunset, I'm going to have so much fun!" After several hours, when I was breathless and nearly pissed myself, the chief's right-hand man arrived to tell him something: "Uh... Boss? Sorry to interrupt, but your guest has arrived. She's waiting her turn for the slave." "What?" Is it already time? Damn, I was trying to see if her sides or feet were the most ticklish... Oh well. My dear slave, you can have a 5-minute break, then come down and join my guest." "Huh, huh... Thank you master." I should have guessed. The invited lady was none other than the woman responsible for everything that had happened to me in the last few months. I got down on my knees and smiled at her. I had to keep my act together. "Well look at that, Calista in the flesh! I didn't expect you to end up like this after your train ride. Karma's a bitch, isn't it? To remind you: my name is Isabel. Those with sense to fear me call me Queen. You my little pet will address me as Mistress. Always. Without exception. And you're going to do whatever I tell you to. It's not negotiable. Is that clear?" "Yes, Mistress." "Good. Let's play. I brought you some handcuffs. If you show me a good time, I'll take off that collar and you'll come with me. If you don't... You'll remain here forever." We went into the bedroom and sat on the sofa. Queen Isabel began the foreplay by tickling my feet while talking to me: "So Calista... Do you miss your old life? I've learned that you're still alive thanks to your tattoos. It didn't take me long to figure out that you'd been enslaved. And I see you've become quite tame, haven't you, little pet?" "Hihihi, I am Mistress, I'll do anything to please you." "My... you are a specimen. I must confess... I am very attracted to you. Still ticklish and still gorgeous... Let's speed things up, I want to test your goods." She stripped me naked and did the same. Her body was much more athletic than mine. And once again, I was attracted by my captor. Queen Isabel put me on her lap and gently fingered me. I let out a few little moans, it pained me to say it, but she was talented. "You want that I can tell. Even if you never realized it until this very moment. You need it more than anything." I couldn't agree more. Once aroused enough, Queen Isabel carried me to the bed. She was eager to taste my pussy and oh boy. Her licks were so soft and gentle. I'd totally forgotten she was the villain here. I moaned so loud, as much as the orgasm she'd just given me. For a few seconds, I was Kinky Calista again, before reality struck back. I was drained. But the Queen hadn't finished with me yet: "Come pet... It's time to worship your queen's feet! You'd better be grateful!" I complied immediately. I took the time to satisfy my mistress by softly sucking her toes. "Oh yes, that feels good! You've fulfilled your duty, slave Calista, you're coming with me. I've got big plans for you. Soon, the whole wide world will know about us." Queen Isabel kept her promise by removing my collar and taking me out of Libertalia. What she didn't tell me, however, was that I remained her slave, and that she could do whatever she wished with me. So I became her pack mule, with a new chained collar, a yoke to hold me on a leash and a white linen cloth to hide my nakedness. Together, we headed for the countryside west of Boston. "Mistress, if I may ask, are we almost there? I'm dirty, I'm sweaty and my feet itch." "Do I hear whining? Let me remind you how this works, slave. When you're mine, I'll use your body how I see fit, including selling it to others of course. I'll handle the small things like money and security. You won't have to worry about anything excepting pleasing me. Got it?" "Yes Mistress. I'm sorry... I... I'm all yours." "That's more like it. We'll be in Nuka World in a few days, Calista pet. You'll be slaving away to make us rich and famous, so... Just relax and enjoy the ride with your Queen."
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The old woman took me to a small house located near the ranch. "Would you like anything? Supplies? Shoes?" "No thanks, I don't want to overstay my welcome." "Suit yourself. We've had some recent trouble with a pirate crew. They've set up shop in shantytown deeper in the forest, kidnapping people to sell them into slavery. Perhaps you've met them." "I've encountered a few lone bandits on the way, yes. They're gone now, and that's how I got this rifle!" "Well done, hija! But forgive me, you're not from around here, what's your story?" We sat on the front porch and I explained my journey, from leaving Boston by boat to this day. "Wow, it's been quite a trip! And I guess you want to go home, right?" "Exactly, I saw a lighthouse on the coast. Given its condition, people live there. Maybe they spotted my boat or know where I could take one." "You've got great perception! We do business with them, when we're not being attacked. Maybe you could help us. You've got a firearm, it's quite rare around these parts. I'm asking you to get rid of just one person, their leader. Get the general then the soldiers will give up without a fight." "I can do that, yes. If you promise to help me leave this place." "Agreed, I promise. Shall we go inside?" "You can stay here for the night. Your best chance would be to attack just before sunset. 3 a.m. might be appropriate. When you leave for the lighthouse, follow the main roads and don't venture out. Coastal pirates are far more vicious than those next to us." "Many thanks to you! I'll be back in one piece with your help!" "I'm sure you will! Good luck on your journey." I lay down on the sofa. The house had no roof and I could see the stars emerging as night began to fall. I had a quick assassination to do before reaching the lighthouse. I didn't mind, because the reward was a trip back to Boston. Once back, I'd deal with Queen Isabel and return to Katy. A simple plan for a peaceful life. Shantytown, around 3 a.m. I took up position on some rocks above the shantytown. There wasn't much to observe, my feet dangling perhaps, but otherwise I saw a couple of guards trying not to fall asleep at their posts while others made the rounds. I was looking for a muscular guy with a helmet on his head, that was the chief's general description I asked for before leaving the ranch. Once I had spotted him, I drew my rifle and aimed. Muscular man, helmet on his head, Spanish words given to his troops, it was definitely the leader. To be sure of killing him, I decided to shoot his upper torso, the least muscular part of his body. The shot woke up the whole slum. The pirates would soon be hunting me down, and I couldn't stay there. To get to the lighthouse, I had to take a road guarded by a pirate stationed in a tower. He was looking for me with his sniper rifle. Too bad he didn't know which rocks I was hiding behind. After my second shot, I ran away from the pirates. There was no point in wasting the few bullets I had left on them. I followed the moonlit dirt road to an abandoned village, one of my checkpoints before reaching the lighthouse. I made my way to the small village square, joined by the dawn and its chirping early birds. I could see the mountain from here, the main hub of my Costa Rican adventure. All I had to do was climb it and head back down to the coast on the other side. My ascent had gone perfectly, and I didn't meet a soul in the heights. The lighthouse hadn't moved since the last time, which was a good thing. It could have been attacked or destroyed in a matter of days. The main road led back down towards the coast. I still had some ground to cover, but my goal was in sight. I was almost arrived, but decided to take a break at a roadside cottage with its own greenhouse. Like the village, this one looked abandoned, but I remembered yesterday's conversation with the elderly woman - there could be pirates around here. As a precaution, I pulled out my rifle and headed for the front door. After inspecting the door to see if it was booby-trapped or not, I kicked it in with my foot. Everything seemed normal, the house had just been abandoned by its residents. I wanted to pick up some supplies before getting to the lighthouse. I'd forgotten a key part of the conversation with the elderly woman: pirates lay vicious traps. I stepped on a pressure plate hidden under the carpet and a grenade rolled to my feet. It exploded instantly, releasing a gas that asphyxiated me and made me pass out. When I woke up, I had been disarmed and stripped of my leather armor. I was tied to a post with my breasts exposed, in a rather awkward position. I stared at the small group of pirates who had picked me up and placed me here. I was angry at them, but mostly, I was angry at myself for having been tricked once again. One of the female pirates came over and inspected me from head to toe before speaking: "Qui es tu, étrangère ? Tu ne ressembles pas aux autres que l'on capture ici." She spoke in French and wondered what I was doing here. They knew I wasn't from this part of the world. "Fuck you, bitch!" "Une fille qui parle anglais ! Fascinant ! Le boss sera ravi de faire ta connaissance. Amenez la au cargo et apportez le joug, au cas où elle tente quelque chose." I was going to be taken to their base in a... joug? I couldn't translate that word and that didn't sound good. So the French word joug meant yoke. It was a device quite unpleasant to bear. In its physical form, because I could no longer use my hands for anything, and in its moral form, because I felt like a draught animal. I was escorted to the pirate base, with the man in front and the woman behind with her rifle pointed at my buttocks. I'd had better endings to my former vacations. We kept walking along the beach, the midday sun beating down on us. I had a gift for getting myself into perilous situations... To spice things up halfway around the world with pirates who spoke French. It was hopeless to try an escape without the risk of being shot. I would have to endure what was to happen next and find a way. The pirates halted by a boat stranded on the beach. I was forced to kneel while they examined it. I didn't need to know any further. It was my boat, and it wouldn't take them long to find out. The pirate woman stared at me to keep me subdued while the pirate man talked to her: "Une jolie fille et un bateau échoué, quelles sont les chances ? Tu penses que c'est le sien ?" "Je ne sais pas et j'm'en fous. Elle a de beaux seins cependant. J'ai hâte de m'occuper d'elle !" "Faudra voir ça avec le boss. On devrait y aller, les autres s'occuperont du navire." Perverted bitch, she was leering at my breasts! The pirates' base was a massive cargo ship also washed up on the Costa Rican coast. I could see dozens of them... it reminded me of an old factory in Boston. I was in a real quagmire, and it would get even worse after dealing with the pirates' captain. I was locked up in a cage on the cargo ship. Several minutes later, a man with a ridge and a killer's grin came and sat down. The pirate leader himself had come to check on his merchandise, me: "My men told me they'd picked up a priceless treasure on the coast, and they didn't disappoint. You're gonna fetch a nice fortune when I find you a buyer. An American girl, right? I heard they had a pretty good slave network up there." "Screw you and your men! I've slaughtered dozens like you, you don't scare me." "Did someone ever tell you the definition... of insanity? That's exactly how you sound, a disillusioned lunatic. Look where you are, trapped like a fucking rat! But don't worry, we've got plenty of time to fix that." "You won't get away with it, I'll make you pay!" "Keep talking, girl. In the meantime, we'll have to remedy this attitude disorder. Maybe spending some time with the crew will ease your mind. If you behave this badly, I'll let them deal with you as they see fit." "You won't break me that easily, I've been through worse!" "Is that a challenge? I'll accept it. We're going to take off those pants and gag you. You're going to be one of us until you're sold, sweet slave..." Completely naked and gagged, I was taken to a room, still yoked. A hooded pirate woman opened the door and saw me on the bed: "Hot new slave! Don't worry, I'll be nice to you." "Come on puppet, spread your thighs and let me work my magic." There was nothing I could do, no way to escape or struggle. I was going to have to endure their assault and resist with all my energy. Back in hell, from castaway to slave. I had to believe in my purgatory to save myself. After being soiled and humiliated by pirates for several days, they eventually found potential buyers. Remember my boat? Well, it was searched from top to bottom, and the pirates managed to contact a large group of raiders in the Commonwealth. I was bartered for guns and ammunition and sent back to Boston. I didn't think I would hate returning home that much. To celebrate my release, the pirate's leader decided to change my hairstyle, too rebellious for his taste: "Voilà, it's better like that! We'll miss you, American slave. We'll keep some of your hair as a souvenir. Bon voyage!" And thus concludes Act 5 (Chapters 21 to 24) of Calista's adventures. Will she manage to regain her freedom and complete her journey unscathed? To be determined in the final act! END OF ACT 5
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Anger provoked an adrenaline rush. I used one of my yoga poses as a fighting stance. One hand on the ground for balance, my body straight and both legs stretched in front and behind me. It was an inverted splits, which knocked over three out of the gang's four members. Not bad, I knew my kicks were devastating! The last guy still standing tried to tackle me. I sat cross-legged after my first move. This position gave me a considerable advantage: an outstanding view of his groin. I gave everything my arms had to offer, stopping his run by striking his lower belly with my hands. I rolled towards the man I'd just deprived of offspring. Among them, he was the only one with a rifle and therefore my best chance of bringing a swift end to the fight. Once I'd retrieved the rifle, I aimed at the guy who'd just shredded my tank top. I thought back over the previous minutes when his gang had assumed they had me. Who was the fool now? The humiliation I'd just suffered could only be appeased in one way: the permanent disposal of these bastards. With them gone, only their bodies remained behind me. I was proud of what I'd accomplished, even if my breasts were now completely exposed. Looking into the distance, I could see a radio antenna at the mountain summit. I had no reason to stick around, the gang didn't have the loot from yesterday's caravan. These raiders truly served no purpose... Except for the rifle. I took the main path to the mountain. It was a wide road with a few wrecked cars. I felt confident about the steep climb, despite having no shoes. The road ranged from gravel to dry soil. Nothing too challenging for a barefoot walker like me! I came to a crossroads where brahmins were drinking water under a tiny shelter. I could either go ahead where the path sloped back down into the jungle, or I could turn left and keep on climbing. I still wanted to give my legs another push and get to the radio tower. As I ascended further, I heard the sound of a waterfall nearby. I had made some good progress and deserved a refreshing break. The waterfall created a small stream. I crouched down and began to drink from it with my hand. The water was so pure, so natural, untouched by radiation. I wanted more, I felt a sudden desire to take a refreshing dip. I stripped off completely. At first the water chilled slightly, but once my whole body was beneath the waterfall, the temperature was just perfect, thanks to the sun. I could have stayed for hours enjoying the wild landscape of ancient Central America. It was definitely the best bath of my life. Being naked in this peaceful place was so pleasant, feeling at one with Mother Nature and closer to her... I rested on some rocks with moss, letting the sun dry my body from the wonderful dip I'd just taken. After a break of an hour or two, I put on my clothes (what was left of them) and set out again on the dirt road towards the mountain summit. I'd gained so much altitude that I could see the marshes from yesterday, even the beach I'd stranded on. I hoped to find some information up there so I could get back to Boston. I had reached the radio tower. The antenna appeared so high up, it could almost touch the sky. The afternoon sun began to hide behind a few clouds. I'd be surprised if I ran into anyone - it was quite a journey to get here! Someone was kind enough to unhinge the radio station's back entrance. I balanced on the door to get in. The place had been abandoned long ago. There were rusty old terminals, a desk with office furniture, some lockers and a chest inside a fenced-in room. Perhaps more interesting stuff awaited me inside... After searching the desk and lockers, both of which were empty, I found the jackpot behind one of these. A bunch of keys that had to open the security door and chest next to me. I was really hoping to find a suitable top, I could feel the cold hitting my nipples. The trunk contained a few odds and ends, but above all, a leather chest top. Made by Ropa Americana, a local store at the mountain's bottom. Thanks to whoever stored this piece here, I intended to put it to good use. Gosh, I loved my new leather top! Plenty of pockets for storage, a shoulder strap and an ammo belt. I'd done a full sweep through the radio station. There was nothing interesting left to find, not even a pair of shoes and there wasn't enough power to restore it. I did, however, identify its source: wind turbines on the plateau above. Dusk was falling softly over Costa Rica. I had reached the mountain peak and wanted to see what lay on the other side. Not that I didn't like the place, but I still wished to be able to return to the United States... Well, what remained of it. I stood on the cliff's edge. The view was breathtaking, despite the fog from the height I sat at. Trees everywhere, huge rocks on the beach, but above all, the place that caught my eye, a lighthouse. If I had a way of getting back, that's where I'd go. Maybe I'd find a boat, or my own, lost in the ocean. Fatigue began to set in. Fortunately, there was a small camp with tents and pre-war canned goods. I was going to spend the night here, plus I had my own security detail with this brahmin grazing peacefully. Tomorrow I'd head back inland to this lighthouse. The following day, I walked down another side of the mountain. I came to a small crossroads with a few shops, where I saw the Ropa Americana store completely cleaned out. On the next building's roof, I heard a radio and a man complaining in Spanish. I needed some info and hoped to get it from him. I used the ladder to reach the roof. An old man was trying to adjust the telescope lens. He didn't even see me, otherwise he would have asked about my outfit, especially my lack of shoes. "Hola señor, perdone, ¿habla usted inglés?" "Hola viajera, no hablo inglés pero mi mujer sí. Tiene un rancho al otro lado del río. Busca una vieja señora con un vestido blanco." "¡Muy bien, muchas gracias por la ayuda y buena suerte!" I crossed the river and landed above the ranch. It looked like a farm with Brahmins grazing in a cloistered area. I wasn't surprised to see that there were still people who knew how to domesticate animals. From my vantage point, I tried to spot a woman in a white dress - that was my English speaker's description. I toured the ranch, looking for someone. It didn't take me long to find her. The old woman in the white dress was running the ranch, but stopped when she saw me approaching. We both smiled at each other, as if we were already family. "Hello, I've met your husband. You speak English, don't you?" "Indeed, my dear, indeed! Come on, let's talk somewhere else." END OF PART 2
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Somewhere, on a sandy beach, around noon. The sea had thrown me out. My body was stranded on some unknown land. In my struggle, I had lost my jacket and my boots. I was still unconscious, the sun beating down on my exposed skin. I could feel the fresh ocean air passing over my thighs. My jeans were torn all over, as my tank top was. I didn't know how, but I ended up barefoot again. It had to be scripted somewhere, right? However, feeling the warm sand on my bare feet was a nice touch. If I could feel so many things, it meant I wasn't dead. And then suddenly I was back among the living. I pulled my head out of the sand, as if I wanted to escape drowning or wake up from a dreadful nightmare. Nature had tried to take me down but failed. Nothing could stop Calista the relentless. I spat out all the excess seawater that clogged my lungs. The salty and slighty irradiated taste still remained in my mouth, it was quite a bitter sensation. After I got rid of the water, my body seemed to be doing better, it was no longer in survival condition. My breathing returned smoothly. I looked at the sea for some explanation to my current situation. Where was I castaway? How did I survive the shipwreck? What happened to the boat? These questions would remain unanswered if I stayed here with my ass buried in the sand. I needed to go inland and explore. I struggled to get back on my feet, my hand still covering my trachea, which was burning from the water I had spit out. Even if the beach was nice and pleasant, I couldn't stay here forever. I saw a small dirt road leading inland. I walked towards it. I didn't think this would happen so soon, but I was about to live a new adventure in a foreign land. Lucky me. If I could make it back in one piece. I followed the small path until my body decided to throw one last bit of seawater. I leaned on the rock and spat it out. I had no more discomfort and started to move again. After a few minutes of walking, I arrived in a swampy area. It was huge and not without danger. I could see in the distance a creature that looked like a reptile but stood on two legs. Perhaps a dinosaur relative? I didn't want to find out, I was neither armed nor clothed to face it. I would spend whatever time I needed to get around it. Behind the swamps, a main road led to the land's core. A caravan was attacked and looted, leaving only the corpses of both a man and a woman and their carrying beast, the brahmin. I couldn't even retrieve the girl's tank top, filled with blood. I had to be careful, there were certainly raiders around, not very friendly either. Not far from the dead convoy, there was a small house that looked abandoned. It was mostly a pile of bricks stacked up and holding together. There was a word tagged right next to the entrance: Salvaje. I had some knowledge of foreign languages, mostly French but also a bit of Spanish. Salvaje meant wild, it would be consistent with what I encountered from there. Inside the house, I didn't expect to see a table full of supplies. There was also a cute iguana sitting next to the stock! Nobody lived here and if anyone did, nobody would stop me from feeding myself. My eyes were drawn to the three bundles of cash on display. Old world currency, with the country name written on it: Costa Rica. I knew where I was stranded now. I picked up the leftovers and looked for another place to spend the night. Ideally, a place hidden and sheltered. I found my perfect spot a few hundred paces away. I was attracted by a rodent noise under a bridge. An abandoned camp lay there, with two large rats roaming around. Would they mind if I crashed in? I didn't need a weapon to get rid of them. My feet were enough to take the rats out. "Shove off vermin, shoo!" This little workout showed me that I still had my great shape. And like any warrior after a hectic day, I needed to rest. I quickly got onto the sleeping bag. I didn't need to get inside because of the heat, even at night. I had survived the first day in this new land of Costa Rica. It was a nice place for a summer break but I wasn't planning on living there, Boston would be my home forever. I fell asleep with a clear head, dreaming of my next adventures. Early in the morning, I set off again on the road. The surrondings were wonderful, the sun lighting up the horizon. Maybe I'd find a village with people willing to help me, giving me a new tank top and a pair of shoes, even though being barefoot didn't bother at me at all anymore, even on the gravel road. Behind the destroyed bus was a seated woman. I tried to speak to her in my poor Spanish: "¡Hola! ¿Hablas inglés? Estoy perdida y busco ayuda." "¡Hola, chica! ¿Qué haces aquí con toda esa ropa rasgada? ¡Y estás descalza! No te preocupes, voy a ayudarte." I didn't understand everything, but I think she mentionned my clothes and my feet. She didn't look like someone who was keen to help me. I guessed right. The woman stood up, drew her flaming sword and brandished it at my throat. There was nothing I could do but surrender and put my hands up. "¡Por favor! ¡Me rindo! ¡No tengo nada, lo siento, no quiero morir!" "Buena chica. Voy contigo a mi pandilla, estarán contentos de ver lo que he encontrado al lado de la carretera. ¡Vámonos!" I was now being held captive by an armed woman who pointed me to a construction site not far away, with the Costa Rica flag waving. What the hell had I gotten myself into again... She was taking me to her lair and probably to her fellow gang members. I knew who was to blame for yesterday's unfortunate deaths. I had to find a way out of this mess or I'll be next in line. "¡Hey chicos! Mira con quién he vuelto, una bonita chica perdida. ¡Vamos a divertirnos con ella!" I didn't have to understand what she'd said. Actions spoke as much as words. I was an easy prey in a hunters' den. And they were about to capitalize on their latest catch. The gang closed in and surrounded me completely. One of the men pulled out a knife. I wasn't afraid because I saw where that fat pig was looking: at my breasts. Fear turned to anger. All I needed was an opening. Only one scum carried a gun. With it, the odds favored me. "¡Venga, rápido! Quiero admirar sus pechos." "Ya está, he terminado. ¡Cielos, qué bonitos!" I was forced to my knees while the guy cut off what remained of my tank top in order to display my breasts in the open. Anger surged through me and soon would boil over. "Vamos a tenerla con nosotros, ¿verdad, chicos?" Together, they laughed out loud. Without realizing it, those bastards had given me a brief moment of inattention and space to retaliate. I'd had enough of this, they were going to pay heavily. END OF PART 1
