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Prison Alternative - A modular Prison System View File READ THE REQUIREMENTS AND COMPATIBILITY SECTIONS BEFORE COMPLAINING! What is this mod? A lightweight Prison system with special emphasis on compatibility, extendability and intuitive feel to the game. Its designed to be a natural extension to the vanilla Prison system. without assuming that you have the entire DD-mod family installed. It even has (synthed) voices! Events Event based modular structure. Similar to Daymoyl or Simple Slavery new Events can be added without Dependency's. Trigger chance for specific Events can be adjusted in MCM. The System Has three types of Events. Daily Events, Punishing Events, Release Events. -Daily Events will occur on a daily basis, the heavier the crime, the more days the player will spend in prison. -Punishing Events will occur when the player is re-captured after an failed escape attempt, or while committing another crime while in prison. -Release Events will occur when the player sits out his entire Sentence. These Events can include normal Release, or something more unpleasant like a Simple Slavery outcome. Escape System The escape requirements have been changed to a somewhat more natural level. Which means you have to get out of the city rather than just reaching the first door. Which ALSO means that you can no longer just walk through the Guards barracks like you own the Place. when being defeated by a guard while on the run, you will be returned to your cell and punished. (This does NOT interfere with combat defeat mods) (Optional) - when you are imprisoned for a more serious crime or if you have already been recaptured once, you will be cuffed, which will make future escape attempts more difficult. Follower and NPC Support (optional) you follower will also be arrested and shackled in your cell. (optional) This mod Features a Detention and Bailout Mechanic for NPC´s (mainly followers). If you leave you follower behind during an escape, he will stay in Jail until you Bail them out. Requirements and installation SKSE - should be obvious, but apparently some people still manage to ignore that. SkyUI - Don´t ask Zap8/Zap8+ (both versions work) - make sure to get the correct version for either LE/SE (optional) Sexlab (optional) SimpleSlavery++ after installing Prison Alternative, run FNIS! Official Addons Its not recommended to install new addons mid-game, but If you really have to do it, please follow the steps below Compatible Mods -This mod also works with any other mod which would usually send the player to Vanilla prison (i.e. Daymoyl, Peril, Dragonborn in Distress, ...) -Extensible Follower Framework -Open Cities, Skyrim Sewers, and similar City modifying mods. -Sexlab Adventures -This mod has NO effect on Cidna mine and the Chill, so it wont cause problems with other mods which modify those. Partially Compatible -ANY Defeat mod. (Health-Threshold based Knockdowns should be disabled. Bleedout based Defeat triggers work without Problem) -Troubles of Heroine (No Problem when used on its own, But will break stuff when used together with DCL (which you shouldn't use anyway)) -Got to bed (Make Sure to use the MOST RECENT version of that. Older versions can cause issues) -Prison Overhaul Patched (Not meant to be used together, but you can use this Patch to keep POP´s bounty Hunters: PA-POP.zip) -Multi Follower mods other than EFF (i.e Nether´s, Amazing follower tweaks,...) Followers handled by those mods will be detected, but it might be required to disable certain features of these mods to prevent issues while in Prison. Use them at your own risk. NOT Compatible (don't ask for help if you have any of these installed!) -Devious Devices and anything that Depends on Devious Devices (The mere presence of DD doesn't seem to cause immediate problems, but stuff will break if you wear DD restraints) -Devious Cursed Loot (can be used by experienced users, but can and WILL break your game if not handled VERY carefully) -Other mods which have the Player go through forced scenes while in Prison Common Issues: -Broken Pathfinding: This is ALWAYS caused by external Factors. Its NOT an issue with my mod. If this happens to you, you need to do some cleanup in your setup to find the problematic mod. I cannot help you with that. -Stuck on Blackscreen This is usually causes by incorrectly registered events. Try opening the MCM, clear registry and re-register events as outlined in the spoiler above. If that doesn't help. Try starting a new game, that pretty much always works. enough said, enjoy! If you want some sway on the next extension, Want exclusive early access to new Stuff, or Just like my work, consider supporting me: https://www.patreon.com/Pamatronic Or https://subscribestar.adult/pamatronic Submitter Pamatronic Submitted 05/17/21 Category Quest Requirements Zap8, SkyUI, SKSE, FNIS Special Edition Compatible Yes
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ADRENALINE 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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Hello Everybody, I have a bit of a story and a series of pictures featuring a real-life Sim girlfriend whose files I received from @asim007. He generously donated his girlfriend (she doesn't come with a name, only the initials NN), with her consent, to the abuse that follows. He specifically requested for her to be treated rough. So, here is where I post a TRIGGER WARNING-THIS POST CONTAINS GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF NON-CONSENTUAL SEX. IF THAT IS A TRAUMATIZING THING FOR YOU, PLEASE DO NOT VIEW THIS POST. I also wanted to mention that the perspective in my story is very not considerate to females. Like, completely objectifying and treating her like a non-person. This is done on purpose because of the nature of the material, which is essentially misogynistic porn. I don't really think this way about females at all. I'm not a douche-bag sexist. ****** A poor girl got captured and imprisoned in a guy's dank, dirty basement equipped with high-fidelity recording equipment. The Guy (real name Albert Fix) who captured her invited over a few of his friends to all take turns with her. The three guys he had invited over were The Garner Brothers, the oldest of which was a teacher at the local high school. He should not have been in that position. He was a bad guy. His buddies, The Garners, all paid him the agreed upon price of a hundred dollars each. They were friends, after all, and deserved a nice discount. Plus, The Guy knew that by how beautiful this girl was, he would probably be able to get five times that amount for future clients. The first guy positioned himself behind her and pulled her back onto his cock in a sort of an upward reverse cowgirl. He slid his cock inside her, savoring her tightness, and held her hips as he thrusted and grunted his way to a very intense orgasm in which he shot a huge load of cum deep inside her. The Guy had told them not to worry about riding her raw so they weren't even thinking about it. As soon as the first guy had filled her, the second guy pushed her forward into doggy style and slide his cock into her already cum filled pussy. Creampie gangbangs were some of The Garners favorite things in life and this was a particularly nice specimen. He fucked the girl hard and fast, very much enjoying the view of his cock sliding in and out of her. Within a couple minutes, he also came inside her. The third Garner brother enjoyed a bit of prone-bone; the girl flat on her stomach with legs spread. He had been getting more and more turned on by watching his brothers fuck her and, now that he was in the driver's seat, he pretty much lost control immediately. He thrust into her about twenty times and then he too came in her pussy. After that, The Guy pretty much let them do what they wanted for the next couple hours. Albert, himself, got involved and very much enjoyed having sex with the girl he simply called, 'Fucktoy'. After the free use session, The Guy told his Fucktoy to lay back on the bed with her head over the edge. All three mustered up the last of their mostly spent reserves and jerked off into her mouth, and on her face. At the end of it all, she pretty much had cum all over her body and her stomach was full of it. Of course, the whole thing had been recorded from a variety of different angles. Albert was planning on making a bunch of money in the fetish-porn industry with his unique and elite content. Albert Fix was a horrible person but a brilliant business man. His new 'Fucktoy' was going to help make him rich. Here are some highlights from the recorded session number 1 of "Fucktoy Meets The Garners"
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OUTSIDER AUTHOR'S NOTE
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INFAMY AUTHOR'S NOTE
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BLEND IN AUTHOR'S NOTE
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AUTHOR'S NOTE PROLOGUE 1
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A few days after my final encounter with Isabel, I returned to Croup Manor. I was still torn with myself, had I done the right thing by letting her go? I had killed to regain my freedom and I had shown mercy to the one who stole it from me. I tried to ease my mind, to become someone better, even if it meant leaving a slaver in the wild. She had suffered enough, as much as I had, when I landed in the Commonwealth. "Come on, Calista, stop thinking about it! You made the right decision. No fear of Isabel showing up for revenge. Focus on the bright side!" I came back from a twilight stroll. I had asked Fahrenheit for a little favor, that she find and bring me a gift here at home. I had no doubts about her ability to deliver. Her partner Arnold, my former colleague at Nuka World, was waiting for me on the mansion steps. "Hey Arnold! Sorry to keep you waiting, I was out doing some shore walking. You should try it, especially this time of year, it's so refreshing..." "Don't worry, Calista! I just left your present in the basement, and no, Katy didn't see anything. She's upstairs, watching TV. I handled the delivery but Fahrenheit will drop by tomorrow, she was busy with Hancock today." "Okay, thanks for the heads-up! Are you coming straight home or do you want to spend the night at the manor?" "I'm going back to Goodneighbor, I've got a wife to please you know... That'll give you all night to enjoy your gift, handpicked by Fahrenheit." "Thanks again and have fun with her!" I went home, took off my weapon, jacket, belt and shoes, then went to greet Katy upstairs in the living room. Once again she hadn't listened to me: "Good evening Katy. How many times do I have to remind you? No shoes upstairs and definitely not on the sofa." She looked at me with a guilty smile that said sorry. "Youth... As punishment, you're cooking tonight. I've got a job to do for Kimy in the basement and I don't want to be disturbed. When I finish it, we'll do something together, how about a boat trip?" She smiled and nodded. I had become the mother/sister of the year. After my chat with Katy, I went down to the kitchen for a nice cold beer. I relived my past days: those of insouciance, those of enjoying the little things. We didn't have to stay on alert the whole time and be scared of dying by a hazardous environment. The last time I felt this threatened was during my infiltration of Libertalia, burnt to ashes on that spring night. Since then, everything had gone smoothly. I lay outside on the armchair, watching the very last rays of sunlight reflecting off the navy-blue ocean water. It was my daily guilty pleasure, and I just loved admiring the scenery. This little piece of wonder completely justified why I had decided to live here. Along with the fact that I could freely wander around barefoot... A shame nobody could enjoy them anymore. Later that night, I changed and went into the cellar. My gift was there, waiting for me. It was a pretty naked woman, gagged and bound. She couldn't even budge thanks to the metal bar that restrained her feet down. The girl looked innocent, but don't be fooled. Her name was Niah and she had hired me for a mission that became a trap where I finished in hogtie then handed over to the Gunners a year ago. Karma's a bitch and I hadn't forgotten her trick. Tonight was my payback time. I had changed into a masked dominatrix, no one would have been able to recognize me. But to be honest, I actually liked being the one in control now. "Welcome to hell, Niah! You've pissed off the wrong people and you're about to suffer the consequences of your arrogance! Let's start with an easy one, a hundred lashes. Don't worry, we've got all night to play... And I can't wait to do whatever I damn fucking want!" Dominatrix Calista, wouldn't that have made a great story?
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Flower Basket: Selected DD items for POP
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@Inte had asked in the Devious Device - Equip thread ( https://www.loverslab.com/topic/54452-devious-devices-equip/?do=findComment&comment=2238284 ) about some pictures of DD prisoner chains. So I took some screenshots, to showcase a few of these nice accessories (In the secret hope to see them in POP ) All items are part of the official DD v4.0 release. iron prisoner chains Rusty Iron Prisoner Chains ... more to follow below -
The barracks were located behind the prison building. As a prisoner, I had never set foot there myself. "I'm curious, Warden, how do you deal with your prisoners? Don't they give you a hard time?" "Even if they were criminal vermin in the past, no, they play nice here. Because we can make their lives miserable. After 6 months, we either find a customer to get rid of them and fill our pockets with caps, or we send them to Paradise Falls, next to the Capital's Wastelands." "I presume you've planned ahead to make sure everything goes the right way. Including fitting them with high-security collars..." "You've got a sharp eye, miss. In case of an escape, they're triggered remotely. We always have someone at the nearby security post outside the perimeter watching." Calista had asked for my jumpsuit to be removed. The warden dealt with this before handcuffing me again. She had taken off her jacket and boots to make herself more at ease. "Damn Isabel, what are those ugly scars on your back? It looks like someone didn't go easy on you..." "Courtesy of your pal Fahrenheit, she's the one who tortured me into ratting. But I'm not a snitch, so I ended up here." "I knew she was brutal, but not to this extent... I'm very sorry. I might have something that can make you feel better..." It wasn't my former slave in front of me, but the impression of dealing with my old self. Calista got down on her knees, opened my thighs and started licking my pussy. I had forgotten how good it felt, how my body heated up... I let out a few moans of delight. She was good with words, but she knew how to roll her tongue even more. Calista took off her remaining clothes and after arousing me, I had to turn her on also. I remembered her sensitive pussy and her soft skin. She was among my favorite slaves. "Well... Looks like someone's starving down here. Keep going, Isabel! To be honest, I missed your perfect licks. You know what? Let me lay down on the bed. I'm gonna make you come like never in your life!" We ate each other's pussies. Even in handcuffs and in my current predicament, I enjoyed it. Damn, she had become very horny too! Just like me and my old sexual urges. We kept going until we reached climax, releasing heavy moans one after the other. Without a single doubt, one of the best orgasms I've ever had. Calista got dressed while I slowly regained my stamina. She sucked out every bit of energy left in me from my imprisonment. Watching her leave and saying goodbye to me, I was torn between the desire to kill her for what she put me through and the desire to simply want her. "Thanks for the quickie, Isabel! Now I can say a proper farewell." "Wait, wait, wait! Are you really going to leave me here when you have the resources to own me? Why don't you just buy me?" "Sorry, I'm not interested in owning someone. Too many obligations. Kiss darling!" Time passed. I pondered on my encounter with Calista and the more I looked back, the more I realized how badly I had failed. First by trying to smuggle her to Miami as a slave, she killed a whole train full of raiders before escaping. Then, after picking her up from Libertalia, I could have just kept her at Nuka World. Calista enjoyed her acting career and brought me so many capsules, but I wanted more... In the end, she retaliated and here I was, a few weeks away from a one-way ticket to Paradise Falls. "So Isabel, think you know where our collars are powered?" "I guess, yeah, the only place outside with any electricity is that giant billboard. As you said Trixie, we need a diversion to get to it. And something to pick the courtyard door." "I'm going to leave a bobby pin in the ashtray, so make good use of it." "When do you and Cheryl have to leave?" "I don't know but our days are numbered." Trixie really wanted to run away, but Cheryl had accepted her fate. She listened to our escape plan without any real hope of success. A few days later, one evening, the guard ordered Cheryl and Trixie to remove their jumpsuits and walk towards the prison entrance. Their 6-month incarceration had come to an end. And thus began their life of slavery, destined for the Capitals Wastelands. Trixie said a few words to me before leaving the cell block: "Sorry Isabel, you're on your own now, good luck." I didn't know what to say to her, I had this feeling... Sorrow. "Move your ass Trixie, I don't have all night! What are you looking at, Isabel? Just for the record, you'll be next on the list!" Alone, once again. I was used to it when I lived as Queen, but this solitude in prison seemed quite new to me. I felt myself fading away little by little... And cleaning the kitchen or tending the crops wasn't helping my mental health. But I had to remain focused; I would have one opportunity to escape, and no one would be holding me back. My sanity was also suffering due to the experimental treatments I received. An injection of some medicine here, an injection of some drug there, I became the study subject of those bastard wardens. I was finding myself unable to resist. "That's a good girl. The next dose will be in a few weeks, and you'll continue to be well-behaved and obedient, won't you, Isabel?" "What the... You dosed me with... You bitch..." "Come on, come on, no such rude words. How about you spend a day resting outside? I'll even leave you naked!" "You... Kiss my..." I felt so weak, like after weeks of physical torture. I prefered the punishment given by bitchy Fahrenheit to the current one. The guard took me outside to tie me with ropes to a wooden cross. Muscle fatigue, cramps, palpitations, I had it all. I was so angry, I would have done anything to kill them all and burn down the jail. And then one evening, an explosion blasted the jail's entrance. It had enough of an impact for the guards to verify the damage on site. I could hear the prison warden shouting his orders: "Hurry up boys, go and check, I don't want a blackout!" I saw the turrets above the building shut down. It was the diversion I needed to get the hell out of there or die trying. I took the bobby pin from the ashtray and picked the courtyard door. The cunt guard who had bullied me was at the top of the tower. I planned to leap over the fence to reach the outside and get closer to the billboard. And knock out her fucking teeth on the way. I ran up and tackled the guard. She drew her rifle when she heard me coming up the stairs, but didn't have time to fire. I thought about using her body as a landing mat, she deserved nothing more than this - the bitch had tormented me for months. On falling, the guard lost consciousness and I only suffered a mild pain in my shoulder. I was out, but I still needed to lose the collar. "Sorry bitch, but you had it coming! Shame you left your rifle behind, you could have made yourself useful one more time... Go to fucking hell." I kept on moving towards the billboard. And I was right: a guard sat there, monitoring the area around the prison. It happened to be the same bastard responsible for humiliating me on my first day cultivating crops back in jail. He hadn't spotted me and I intended to make him pay for his own cockiness. "Do you guys copy? The explosion is controlled and there is no longer any power damage. Wait, why is one of the collars so close..." The answer to his question was at the tip of my bare foot, soon to be smashed into his head. Enough of these pricks, they deserved nothing more than my vengeful wrath. I hurried to remove the collar around my neck. I had to move fast and find a weapon, that scumbag didn't have one. On my way out of the control room, someone had left a handwritten message on the fence: "If you want to disappear forever, meet me at the Concord Museum." It might be my only chance to vanish from the Commonwealth without a bounty on my head. I had to go, Concord was about fifteen minutes' walk north, past the woods. In the woods, I found among a pile of branches a board that I could use as a weapon. It wasn't much, but at least I could defend myself against the local wildlife if I came across any. I didn't know what to expect at the meeting place. I doubted the value of my makeshift weapon, but if I could get a better one... Or rather, a pair of boots. After about ten minutes of running through the forest, I saw a large building next to a church. From what I remembered, it was definitely the Concord Museum. All I had was my prison jumpsuit, a board and my bare feet. The odds were clearly on my side before the big reveal. I walked into the museum. Inside, a raider's corpse was displayed, along with a familiar woman's presence on the back bench: Calista, my former slave who had visited me in prison. Why had she come here? Did she want to finish me off? "Isabel! Welcome! I knew you'd make it, I never doubted your skills. We don't have much time, so I'll have to be brief. Your freedom comes at a price. Ready to hear it?" "Calista you fucking bitch, I'm gonna beat the crap out of you for all the shit you put me through!" Although she was the outside help behind my escape, she had just signed her own death wish. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, calm down. You're not going to kill the person who set you free, are you? If you come any closer, my partner up there will neutralize you." Looking up, I spotted a tiny woman holding an assault rifle, aiming at me. Calista was smart, she had foreseen my impulsive reaction. She didn't want me dead, she wanted to talk to me. So I dropped the makeshift board. "Thanks Isabel. To avoid any further harm, please step back, kneel down and put your hands behind your head. I'd like to tell you a little story." "A long time ago, when I used to be enslaved by the raiders, I faced a dilemma: stay and die as such, or kill an innocent girl to regain my freedom. I'll let you guess the choice I made if I'm now standing in front of you. Today, I offer you the same choice. This dead raider will be Isabel, the escaped prisoner from Starlight Drive In. As for you, you can leave this place and go back to your life of raider or slaver for all I care, the farther the better. I'll give you 15 minutes to make up your mind." "Wait Calista, why are you doing all this? Someone with your vengeful spirit would have already killed me in that basement months ago. Why did you let me live? To torture me? To make me endure what I made you endure? The only abuse I regret now is pushing you too far and betraying you to Nuka World. And now I'm supposed to believe you let me live? What if one day I came to kill you? Answer me, damn it!" She looked at me with a cold, impassive gaze. I could have said anything to her, and she wouldn't have budged an inch. Calista left the museum's main hall. On the way, she stopped and voiced her last thoughts: "You saved me from Libertalia, I saved you from prison, that makes us even. You may still be a slavering cunt, but you do have honor among thieves. Take the body clothes and leave the Commonwealth, without ever coming back. Don't make me regret this choice, Isabel..." A couple of days later, I decided to go to Nuka World. Some raiders still owed me some favors and this might be the good start for a new beginning elsewhere. Looking at the pre-war billboards, I actually found my destination: Vegas. I wondered, why not make a debauched life there? Maybe become a mercenary and spend all my money on casinos and liquor? Calista had given me that option, and I thanked her for it. Besides the shotgun I had found in an abandoned house, a rather friendly dog was in the vicinity. I never dealt with animals before, only slaves, but I figured they worked the same way: a collar, some food and a decent mistress to keep them happy. "Okay big boy, are you ready to follow me? We're heading to Vegas! It's a long way, but together we'll get there, eh? Alright, let's go pal!" From raider to slaver, from prisoner to near-slave, the Commonwealth showed me how a situation we took for granted is no guarantee: everything can change in a split second. Calista had experienced this, my former slaves too, and so did I. Things went to hell, but I was lucky enough to remain alive and free of my own past. Perhaps I should get my hands on her story, to understand who she really was. Who knows, I might discover we were far more alike than I thought... THE END
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Back to Goodneighbor. These events are directly related to the History chapter, from a different perspective: the character who was captured and brought here. I am Isabel. I used to be known as the Queen, and I ruled my little world with an iron fist. All that came to an end when I was betrayed and tortured by my former slave, who took revenge on me. I underestimated her then she turned me in to Goodneighbor's rulers, whom I'd tried to con by allying myself with the Triggermen, their local enemies. I was still chained and gagged in their prison cell when the woman who had escorted me in, Fahrenheit and her boss Hancock showed up for a quick chat: "At last we got you Isabel. You've made quite the mess these last few weeks around Goodneighbor and you're going to pay for it. My associate here will handle your interrogation. I want names and locations on the Triggermen. The faster you tell us, the less you'll have to suffer. Your choice starting tomorrow." I wasn't going to talk. Fuck them. Torture sessions began. For several days I was beaten all over my body. "Where are they hiding? Say it!" I remained silent, I had no intention of giving that bitch anything. Punching method failed. The cunt switched to the whip. My whole back and buttocks were lacerated by her repeated lashings day after day. "Tell me where the Triggerman's place is!" My skin burned red hot from the pain but I persisted in keeping my mouth shut. The whip also failed. The bitch used my slave's method to make me talk: tickling. "Calista was right, you are ticklish! I'll let you rot in this bathtub until I get the information I want." My pain turned into one vast, untreatable ache. I couldn't laugh no more. Since tickling also failed, bitchy Fahrenheit took out her frustration by fucking me dirty. She took great pleasure in it, as I would have done if I were in her place. Restrained on the ground, she went on for anal sex. Her strength tore my ass. I couldn't blame Fahrenheit for doing so, but I was determined to tell her nothing. "So, ready to talk or do I have to make you a new hole?" "Any progress with Isabel?" "Sorry Hancock, I tried everything: fists, whip, tickling, sex and she didn't even flinch. I can't do anything more with her." "Too bad, we'll have to get rid of her. I have acquaintances who run a correctional facility north of Lexington. Take her there tomorrow. Maybe before she's enslaved to Paradise Falls and the Capital Wastelands, Isabel might consider making some kind of peace with herself." "I doubt it, she was a cold, remorseless queen slaver. That part of her life is finished for good." At dawn, I was shackled and gagged, then transported by Fahrenheit to the destination Hancock had indicated. We left Boston over a bridge and didn't meet a single soul. "Hurry up Isabel, I want to get home before nightfall." In another life, I was the one escorting people over long distances. A bygone time... When I slowed down, the bitch at my back kicked me to speed up again. "Quit dragging your feet, we're not there yet!" Around noon, we arrived. The place was a correctional facility for turning bandits into slaves. I had heard of it, but I didn't give a damn about these guys. Former raiders from Lexington and Gunners defectors teaming up to run a prison, big joke. But now I had become their victim. I was introduced to the prison warden, a gray-haired old guy reformed from the Gunners' military life. Fahrenheit made me get down on my knees, the bitch.... "Dear sir, I bring you Isabel, former slave queen. From Hancock, with his respects." "How ironic to have a slaver turn into a slave. Please thank Hancock for me. She will be in our custody for a while before we send her to Paradise Falls if we receive a lucrative offer." I was offered the same deluxe treatment as all new prisoners: a jumpsuit, a high-tech shock collar and a fresh haircut. I didn't recognize myself at all, I never thought I could fall to such lowly status, to the same league as the people I used to enslave. "Look how beautiful you are, my dear! Time to go to the cells now." The prison was a small, narrow building. The guards' offices led to the dining area, which itself led to the holding cells. There were no windows, and security doors at every threshold. On top of that, a bitchy guard who thought she could do anything. Luckily for her, I was handcuffed. "Keep going straight ahead, don't try anything or I'll make you regret it." The guard forced me into the empty holding cell. I wasn't the only prisoner here; in the next cell stood a young blonde girl, who viewed the scene with surprise. I felt so angry, clenching my teeth to contain my rage against that guard cunt. After pushing me down, removing the handcuffs and locking me in, the guard left. The woman prisoner reassured me: "Oh shit, they didn't miss you... Sorry about this mate, welcome to prison." "Don't worry about me, Blondie." "My name is Cheryl, what's yours?" "Isabel. I don't feel like talking right now, I'm going to lay down on the bed." Those were the first words out of my mouth in weeks. A bed and makeshift toilet, the great Commonwealth luxury. I needed some rest, but that didn't stop Cheryl from speaking her thoughts out loud. "I never thought my little thefts and robberies would bring me here, to this jail. I've been here for 3 months now and I'm dreading the day when I'll become a slave... I'm trying to get used to the idea, but it's hard... Anyway, I'll shut up. If you want to talk, I'm always here." The days passed and looked the same. I spent most of my time in my cell, except for meal times, held at the canteen next door. The bruises went away, but not the deep lashes on my back. I hadn't set foot outside since my arrival at the prison until that day: "Hey new girl! Congratulations, you'll be tending our crops today. You'll be partnered with Trixie, she's been in solitary confinement since her escape attempt. Don't even dare because you'll be punished more severely, you've been warned." It was nice to see the sun again and feel the fresh wind on my skin. Even if I had to do a dirty job, digging the earth with my bare hands to tend the crops, at least I wasn't alone in my misfortune. "Oh shit, you're Queen Isabel, aren't you? I barely recognized you, you're famous all over the Commonwealth!" "In another life I was, yes. So you're Trixie and you tried to escape, didn't you?" "Hush, we'll talk about it later, the guard's watching us a little too closely." At the end of the day, the guard handcuffed Trixie and took her back to the cells. Unlike me, I was tied to a post next to the warden's break room. "Good job today, new girl, but you think I didn't see you chatting? You're going to stay here for tonight, that should help you keep your mouth shut, am I right Trixie?" She lowered her head to apologize to me. I was pissed of, that guy deserved a good whack to the head. Several weeks went by, I felt more comfortable talking to Cheryl. "I used to run my raider crew down south, then I moved into slavery - it paid better and I got to work on my own. Everyone called me Queen. Then I got greedy and things went wrong." "Damn, you're one fierce badass... I stole from a couple settlements before getting busted by the Covenant people. Those bastards had recording devices in every one of their houses..." "I've heard of 'em. You're lucky they didn't keep you, I hear some folks get kidnapped in their sleep. And they've been missing ever since." Meals served in the canteen were held in absolute silence. I had no chance for lunch today: a soup with pieces of burnt fish... Cheryl and Trixie hadn't, but they were tired of eating the same thing for months. All of this under the close surveillance of a security guard watching over us. The only time we had a shred of freedom outside was in the enclosed courtyard. Only 30 minutes a day if we behaved ourselves. It also meant I could chat with Trixie, to find out more about her escape attempt. "I'm telling you guys, it's not possible to get out of the prison with their fences and turrets. We need outside help if we want to have any chance." "And what about our collars, do you have any clue how they are powered?" "Not from the prison for sure, but it must be somewhere with electricity nearby." "Girls, quiet down! The warden's coming." "Prisoners, get naked. It's time for the photo shoot." Restrained in devices, we were displayed in plain sight for the highest bidder. I never imagined being the one to suffer this kind of humiliation in my life, and it irritated me beyond belief. We were then escorted back to our cells, fully naked and handcuffed. "Come on ladies, move it! We'll give you back the jumpsuits tomorrow after laundering. What are you looking at, Isabel? Hurry up!" I didn't have her name, but I sure knew at some point, I would beat the crap out of her. I forgot how long I had been locked up here. Days, weeks, months... The time felt like an endless loop. I hadn't prepared myself for the slave life because I was sure that it would never come true. Rather die free than be submissive. "Hey Isabel, stop your push-ups. You have someone who paid a lot to sit down with you. You know the drill, hands behind your back." I didn't expect it, but it happened. My former slave, the one responsible for my imprisonment, was paying me a visit: "Isabel, it's been a long time! Looking sharp, always a pleasure to behold. So, how has your life been over these past few months?" "Calista, what the hell are you doing here? You've come to taunt me, right? Mark my words, once free, I'll put you six feet under." "Good, you feel the same way I did when I was enslaved. Now sit your ass down, we gotta talk." "After our last encounter, I settled down. I wrote down my entire Commonwealth experience, from my enslavement by your lost ex-slave comrades in Lexington a couple of years ago to my regained freedom after your capture. Then I sent the manuscript to a journalist in Diamond City, who promised to publish some sections." "I don't give a fuck. You want a medal or something?" "Oh, just when I thought my former mistress could see the big picture... You've lost quite your touch, my dear. Remember Nuka Ride, your plan to make us famous with the porn industry? My story will bring us that notoriety you wanted so badly." "So after dumping me, you went out on your own to take all the glory? I should have done the same right after meeting the Overboss." "But you didn't, because there's unfinished business between us." Calista was good with words, that's how she survived as my slave, she knew exactly what to say to keep me satisfied. Seeing her from the other side, she would have made an amazing raider leader. Like me, long ago. "Okay. Warden, I'm extending my session with Isabel by an hour and I'll need to use your barracks this time. You'll get an extra bonus and an autograph from the retired actress Starlight." "I'll take it. Do you have any plans with her?" "Oh don't worry, she knows exactly what to expect." End of Part 1
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A while after meeting Piper, I was abducted in my sleep and taken to an unknown place. Completely naked, with a collar around my neck, my hands and feet bound, I had no choice but to comply. This place was unlike any in the Commonwealth: very sophisticated and uncluttered, even my captor seemed to come from another world. Had I been captured by what the locals dreaded most of all, the Institute? I was led to a couple of scientists expecting my arrival. "Greetings Calista. Welcome to our laboratory! I'm Dr Ayo and this is my colleague, Dr Secord. We've learned from multiple reports that you're a very unique individual, and we look forward to testing our latest experiment on you." "What are you talking about? I'm not your guinea pig. Release me, you lunatics!" "Doctor Secord, take her to the device." "With pleasure, Doctor Ayo. It's rare to have such perfectly balanced subjects!" A sick, perverted hag staring at my body... A sense of déjà vu. Doctor Secord and her armed guard brought me into a spacious room with glass tubes and a huge machine at the far end. The old scientist made a brief summary of their inventions: "Over the years, we've created synthetic life and teleportation, our two greatest achievements. Today, we're getting close to our next breakthrough, one that will revolutionize the world. Step onto the platform Calista, please." "You won't get away with this! People will notice my absence and will come looking for me!" "They'll certainly try, but they'll fail miserably. Now let me tell you what's going to happen: When the device boots up, you'll feel a little pain from the radioactive rays, but don't worry, it'll only last about a dozen seconds. You might also experience your hand cuffs coming off to magnetize to the unit, but rest assured, your feet won't move off the ground. Any questions?" "You're totally insane, you know that, don't you?" "I'll take that as a no. Doctor Ayo, you may begin the procedure." The device started up with a blast as loud as an aircraft engine. The radioactive rays emitted a red and green aura that burned my skin. Just as the scientist had predicted, my hand bonds tried to stick to the machine's turbines. I cried out in pain, hoping it would all blow over. After about ten seconds, it did, and I fainted. "Doctor Ayo, the experiment worked perfectly! The subject fainted but suffered no damage, and its bonds are still fully operational." "We have to be careful, Dr. Secord, as we're still limited by the beam's range. Take her to Advanced Systems, the project leader will take care of the rest." "She won't get far in her current state, but I understand your concerns. I'll bring her right over." After a few minutes, I regained consciousness but something seemed to be wrong. Lying down on an operation table, my head was spinning and my whole body felt numb. I looked incredibly weak, as if the world around me had tripled in size. What was their experiment and what on earth did the Institute want from me? It wasn't an impression, it was a reality: a scientist sitting across the room five times my size shouted at me as I knelt forward. "Awake at last! Welcome Calista, I'm Doctor Madison Li, I'll be taking over from here." "What have you monsters done to me? Let me go!" "As you may have noticed, you've shrunk. In fact, you're about a doll's size now. Congratulations, you're our first scaled-down human subject! Until you leave our headquarters, you'll remain at this height." "You're horrible! Why do you want to shrink humans? What the hell have we ever done to deserve this?" "Shrinking some species was a necessity: Super Mutants or Deathclaws to name but a few. For humans? We needed an alternative solution to replace them with our synthetics. Instead of killing them, we shrink them. They make ideal guinea pigs and can be recycled. Speaking of which, we've got some work together." Doctor Li stood up and came closer. I felt a vibration with every step she made, the further she advanced, the more imposing she became. The elder scientist stretched out her arm to take my tiny body: "What are you going to do? Get away from me!" "Do you really think you can do anything to stop me, Calista? Be a good doll and everything will go well." She had a valid point, I was still weak from the machine and at my size... There's no way I could stand up to a giantess. The scientist held me up to her height, face to face, to explain what was planned next: "You're a very charming little one, it's a pity you're our main subject..." "Why don't you give me back my size, take me home and I'll forget all about it? I swear I won't tell a soul!" "Nice try, but it ain't happening. We'll go to my office, I need a... small sample of your blood to complete our experimental results. You're going to behave, aren't you?" "Go to hell, you crazy hag!" "Quite the rebellious temper, I'll remedy that issue." Doctor Li took me into her office. It was a large research space with plenty of switchboards to monitor her team's progress; she was the leader of her division, after all. "This is my study, Calista. I spend most of my time here. So you'll be safe and very close to me. Anyway, time for us both to head for the workbench." I remained silent, recovering what little energy my tiny body could now contain. Just above the work surface, the scientist drop me. I fell a good half-meter, which on my scale seemed far more frightening. I screamed, thinking that my miniature life might come to an end. All I could see was Doctor Li's cold, heartless stare. She knew exactly what to do and how to do it: I was nothing more than a unique experimental dummy in her mind. My fall was slowed by my restraints on hands and feet: they were attracted by the work surface. Completely helpless, my little limbs in a spread eagle position with Dr. Li examining me. I was angry at her for making me suffer that fall without warning me first: "You're nuts, lady! Are you having fun treating me like a doll? You could have killed me, you evil old bitch!" "Everything was under control, this work plan was designed to handle your bindings. However, your rebellious side is getting tiresome. I think it's time you had a humbling experience before sampling." Unable to move, I could only watch. The scientist used her index finger to tickle my foot. Even at this size, my soles were still highly sensitive. I giggled as I tried to contain myself, but Dr. Li knew what to do and, above all, where to do it. "You see Calista, we've learned a lot about you from your own story published by that Diamond City journalist. They're great adventures, revealing your strengths and especially your weaknesses. I guess after a little tickle session, you'll be less defiant, won't you?" "Ahahah, stop it you freak! I won't give up!" "Good, I love challenges." "Looks like your whole doll body is ticklish! Even those private areas... And that doesn't just make you laugh, does it, little Calista?" Doctor Li was right, my giggles got coupled with a few low moans when the scientist stroked my sexual parts. It hurt me to say it, but I enjoyed her touch. Each of her fingers alternated between tickling and fondling with a meticulous precision. "Your story is true and you didn't overstate the details... How fascinating! I could keep toying with you for hours..." "Playtime's over, let's focus on the task in hand. Now that you seem more eager to comply, this should go well. I'm going to take a blood sample from your body, to see if there are any side effects to the shrinking process. You may faint for a few minutes, but that's normal, as your blood capacity is much lower. Rest assured, I'll ensure that nothing goes wrong for you, Calista." I didn't know what to say, but I had to take the elder scientist's word for it. The doctor turned me over. From the spread eagle position to all fours, my foot restraints firmly locked to the work surface, the scientist had a clear view of my buttocks. She picked up a syringe to draw a blood sample out of my tiny body. I let out a pained cry, leaving my bottom not unscathed by the needle. It was so humiliating to be treated like a lab rat, but I had no other option within my limited reach. "It's done. You see, nothing went wrong. I'm going to analyze these results while you quietly rest on the worktop. Even though I've only taken a tiny sample, your body has still some adjustment to make to the shrinking process. I'll be close by, so don't try anything. Your physical condition won't tolerate it." I collapsed for a few moments. I was so weak, so exhausted, all I wanted was to get out of that hell. "Oh, poor tiny thing... Don't worry darling, it will all be over soon. Come on, l'll take you into the next room, my bedroom. There's something you need to see." When the door opened, I couldn't believe it. Another me, in a vault suit stood in front. I started sobbing, I quickly figured out what happened next: "No, this isn't real, I refuse it! You made me, you monster!" "Calista, meet Calista, our next-generation synth. Thanks to your blood sample, this Calista is as human as you are. If only you weren't doll-sized... Anyway, I won't be needing your assistance any longer. A proper good sleep might be helpful for you... We've still got plenty to check in your brand new miniature world!" Doctor Li put me on the bed with a gentle touch. My double followed her, and they both stared down at my body. This atmosphere gave me a strong feeling of anxiety, with two giant people scrutinizing my slightest movements, there was nothing I could do in my condition. "I'm really sorry for you Calista, but in the future, Science will be grateful for all your hard efforts." "Don't pretend you care, you've already created me as a synth! I'm just your guinea pig, admit it!" "You're right. I tried to comfort you, but you're obviously just too smart. I've got some preparations to make for Calista's synthetic appearance in the Commonwealth, so I'll leave you alone here. Don't bother, the door will be locked and there's no way out of this room." "Go to hell you evil witch, I don't believe you!" The scientist and her creation left the room. I felt abandoned, my isolation created a panic in which I cowered, trying to realize my situation: the Institute had kidnapped me, shrunk me and replaced me with a duplicate version of myself. It was too much for my tiny frame, and I started to scream, hoping the nightmare would stop. Meanwhile, the synthetic Calista peered at me through the glass, and for the first time I saw her express an emotion: she was smiling at my misfortune. My scream broke through the chaos I had just witnessed. I woke up in my bed in Goodneighbor, a brutal but crucial reality check. My abduction by the Institute, the shrinking, doctor Madison Li, my double, all these elements had been fabricated by my mind in my sleep. The whole thing combined to create a nightmare in horror, where I was left abandoned and replaced... Could this be my greatest fear? I quieted down and sat on the bed, my legs tucked up to my body. "Damn it, calm yourself Calista! This was just an insane nightmare... Don't think about it anymore, and never mention the Institute again when you're tipsy..." I paused in my thoughts, pondering what I could do to forget the whole thing: "I should contact Kimy and do something with her soon to clear my head..."
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I spent the rest of the day locked in a room while the transaction and paperwork were done. A Diamond City guard came to pick me in the early evening when a downpour greeted me. "Step forward slave, you are going to meet your owner." I was still chained, not so tightly bound as during the sale but still unable to run. With the guard behind me holding me at gunpoint, I had no choice but to be forced to march toward the stadium. I was put in the elevator, my hands locked behind the railing to prevent me from budging. I thought back to my recent events. A night of tickling that led into a morning of sex where I picked up a mission I shouldn't have done. I fended off the raiders but not the slaver and here I am now. Naked, wet, chained with an iron gag. The law of cause and effect. Was it bad luck? Or fate? I felt like I had just gone back to square one. The elevator doors opened and a guard took me to a secretary's office. She looked at me as if I were nothing. "This is the mayor's purchase right? I'll let him know his delivery has arrived." She turned and yelled to the office behind her. "Mister Mayor! You have someone waiting for you! A girl in chains with a sad face." "Excellent, send her in." "You heard him. And you better kneel before him or I'll make you suffer, slave." I went into the office and knelt down. The secretary was quietly watching me and I didn't feel like being lectured by a little bitch. I had never met the mayor of Diamond City, and he was not a popular person. He allowed slavery, rejected people who had become ghouls, and let his militia do his dirty work. A mayor in all his glory, but a dirty scumbag. "Good evening young lady. You are now the property of Diamond City. Let's not mince words, you are enslaved. You have some luck in your misfortune. The owner of your contract recently opened an establishment called The Red Seat on the west district. I don't know the details of the contract and I don't care, you will know that info when a guard escorts you there. Enjoy your stay in Diamond City, you're in for a very long time." I was picked up by on of the Red Seat guards and escorted to the establishment. The rain kept pouring down on the stadium. At least I didn't run into anyone on the way. It was humiliating enough to be treated like this. The entrance was towards the west stands (hence the name of the area) decorated with multi-colored light bulbs. It reminded me of the red light districts of my pre-war days. Once there, I was thrown into a cell. Through the bars, the guard removed my shackles and gag but fitted me with a golden collar. I tried to take it off but there was no visible way to remove it. I had no chance to escape the cell, so I was left to wait for whatever was about to happen to me. A few minutes later, I heard a person coming closer. A balding man with a baseball bat. He grabbed one of my legs to force me down and into range of his weapon. "Good evening little lady, if you don't want your stay here to start with a beating, you're going to behave with me okay?" I looked at him defiantly. I was repulsed, on one hand I would have given anyting to get away, but on the other hand... I refused to be smashed (again) with a bat. "Nothing to say? Perfect, I'll introduce you to the people." He took me by the arm and led me to a staircase. Once at the top, he threw me into the cage. The white light burned my eyes, the first sound that came out of my mouth after a day was a scream of pain. The bodyguard behind me laughed, but then got serious and addressed the people in the arena. "Okay you all! This is the new Red Seat worker, treat her right or you will have to deal with me, you have been warned! Her first performance will kick off at midnight. Join in with your caps to cheer her on." People were leaving the arena. I found myself alone in the cage, naked, on my knees trying to understand the speech of the bodygard. He didn't say slave but worker. Why this distinction? Would that mean it was possible for me to regain my freedom? "Girl, let's go to the Red Seat. I'll explain your job on the way." "What's your name honey?" "Calista. What am I supposed to do?" "Dance, entertain our guests. As long as you're wearing that collar, you can't leave Diamond City unless you wish to be zapped until death. When you've collected the caps we bought you for, you'll see the boss to finish your contract." "Why did you say worker and not slave? I wear a collar and I'm forced to do what you tell me." "Because it helps with morale. It's a reminder that, despite your condition, you can earn your freedom, someday. Anyway, go backstage and talk to Sonja, she'll fill you in." Backstage, I met Sonja. She had been working for a few months here. But unlike me, she wasn't wearing a collar (or not anymore). "You're the new girl right? You have a beautiful body and that collar looks great on you! Don't worry, it will soon become a piece of jewelry rathen than a burden. Behind you have some clothes in the footlooker, take what you want! Your job is simple, you saw it when your arrived. Pole dancing. The more you do, the more caps you'll get from customers. So shake your ass, climb the pole, and have fun! I'll be in the back to watch your first performance." I got dressed in panties, a small skirt and a blouse. To be honest, I was a little nervous. What if my appearance wasn't good enough? What would happen to me? I was asking myself too many questions, that was not a positive attitude. Sonja had a point, I just had to have fun. I needed to forget about my condition and do what I had been doing every night at the Third Rail for the past few months. "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome our newest recruit!" I walked toward the bar. I knew I had a few moves, it was time to put them into action. Groovy music began to play. I shook my body to the beat, my hips satisfying the audience to my left. Once I warmed up, I climbed the bar. My arms were strong enough that I could see the whole club from up there. I was no longer nervous, in fact I was very confident in my skills. I wanted to impress the audience. I climbed as high as I could and spread my legs. I heard whistles and shouts of approval. When you have the opportunity to be sultry and make money from it, why should I hold back? I paused in my acrobatic movements. I spun around the pole, smiling at the people. A few more caps were thrown on the podium, in addition to those for my debut. I had an idea of how to finish my first time performing. To finish my first appearance, I did several jumps using the bar, revealing my legs and feet to the audience. They were even more delighted and more caps were thrown on the podium. I thanked those present in the establishment before slipping away to the backstage area. For my debut, I hoped I had succeeded in my task as a worker. I was enslaved without feeling like it. That really helped my morale and if that was going to be my daily routine for the next few days, weeks or months, it was already much better than my time with the Corvega's raiders. I took a beer and sat in the back. The courtyard was small but protected by the bleachers. What a crazy day. Captured and then sold to an adult business. It could have been worse. To redeem my freedom, I had to raise 5,000 caps. For that first night I made a hundred caps in a short time. If I kept the same rate, in two months I could buy my release. I met another girl in the kitchen. Like Sonja, she was a dancer, recently freed. She also cooked the meals that went to the customers. "Hey newbie! You did great for a premiere. Keep up your game!" "Thank you! I'm Calista just so you know. What kind of meat is this?" "I'm Trudy. It's Radstag meat, it fills the belly nicely and makes you very thirsty. Speaking of which, you should give the boss a bottle. He'll probably tell you the same thing he told me when I was forcibly hired." I went to the counter and made my order. I was a bit short so I had to use the counter to increase my height and see the bottles on the shelves. "Hey new girl, what's your poison?" "Hi! I'll have a bottle of Irish Whiskey. Does the boss like it?" "Good choice, he'll appreciate this one." I took a seat in the private corner of the club. The manager poured himself a glass of whiskey and began the discussion. "Welcome young girl or should I say Calista? I am Liemanto and you will be working for my cartel. My bodyguard Mykola inquired about you while you were dancing. You used to operate in Goodneighbor so you know a little bit about the shady business. You don't have to worry, you will be fed and lodged here. Earn your caps until you can buy your freedom back. Do you have any questions?" "Many questions indeed. Why do you buy slaves that you consider workers rather than hire them legally? Do I have to work every night here or do you have other opportunities to earn caps? Speaking of those, can't I give you an advance on the ones in my apartment in Goodneighbor?" "For our line of work, it's better to have forced labor than to hire. Take Sonja and Trudy as an example. They were enslaved, bought their freedom and are still with us. Check with them about schedules. If you want to make extra money, you can always spread your thighs assuming you get customers. Forget your old life for now, only caps earned for the cartel are taken into account for your release." I sat back in the chair cross-legged, processing all the info I had just learned. "I don't think I have any choice but to give my best for your cartel and you, Liemanto. I'll make sure to buy my freedom back, as long as I don't get into trouble." "Trust me. Work hard and you'll have nothing to fear. You may go, good night Calista."
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I was choked till I blacked out. My weapons and some of my equipment were taken away leaving me with only my tank top and leggings. My necklace was replaced with an iron collar and my bare feet exposed. I was chained with shackles to the freight elevator, unable to move my arms. As the heavy footsteps of the person in the power armor got closer, I began to regain my bearings. From where I was restrained, the power armor had an even more daunting presence. It wasn't the Corvega raider's armor made from salvaged scrap metal, this one had been through War, the real thing. I could have had my nack broken but I was spared, I had to know why. "Who are you? What do you want from me?" "I gotta hand it to you, it was quite a fight. But you're not the girl I was supposed to bring back. Young, skinny, long hair, not my bounty. I guess the auction will be quite content with you..." "What? You're going to put me up for sale? Fuck you slavering bastard!" "I wouldn't expect anything less as a reaction. I'm sorry for just doing what I'm paid to do." "I hope you die on the road asshole." "Speaking of which, we're about to leave. Before we do, I'll make sure I don't hear any more cursing out of your mouth." A rusty iron gag was shoved into my mouth. It was so humiliating and disgusting just like my body looked after a night spent in a train depot. The night closed, revealing the dawn. The slaver escorted me, his head flashlight lightening my progress on the tracks. There was no point in running, I would be caught in an instant. I had to accept the situation... Thus began my journey into Boston to be sold... How I got there... I had taken Fahrenheit's place, she was the bounty. I hoped she would be okay and not shackled to the wall anymore. Kind of ironic that I ended up what I put her in... I had to think of something else, how to escape. Even though I was shackled and barefoot, the collar wasn't going to kill me if I ran away. I would only have one shot, I couldn't miss. We passed in an alley. I was forced to obey the route chosen by the power armor because I didn't know the location of the auction. We were close to Diamond City, I had seen the green painted brick walls just before we crossed the street. I figured it wasn't going to happen there, even though the green jewel didn't mind using slaves from time to time, much less often since the security chief was replaced. We went around the stadium. I could still see its structure from the road. We stopped in front of a police station, my feet stepped into a puddle of rain water. I paid almost no attention to it, I had to listen to the slaver watching the horizon. "Mmh. Trouble ahead. The intersection is blocked and there are wild ghouls wandering around. New plan, we'll go through this building and use the back stairs." The half-destroyed building had no ghouls inside. It wasn't easy for a barefoot woman tied up to walk through the rubble to avoid injuring herself. The difficulty increased when I had to go down one floor due to a portion of the staircase being buried in the debris. I preferred to sit down to help me land. I didn't want to damage my bare feet before I escaped. "You're right, it will be silly to get hurt now. Take it nice and easy." The slaver was messing with me, the shithead. We continued towards the river. Until we passed the church, a noise coming from the power armor halted our progress. The slaver stood ahead of me so that I would stop walking. I knew what the noise sounded like. I never wore power armor, but I understood that this one was currently low on energy. My window to escape was getting closer. "We need to take a short break. Head to the alley, I spotted a workshop there, I need it to maintain my armor." I was pushed and forced to sit on the concrete floor. The iron gag prevented me from complaining. All I could do was stare at the power armor, waiting for the perfect opening. "Be quiet girl. We're almost there. It'll only take a minute. Don't even try, you won't get far anyway in your bare feet." I didn't have to go far, just reach Diamond City which was two blocks away. I have traveled worse distances while barefoot. When the fusion core was removed from the power armor, it became completely disabled. I quickly got up and ran to the first block. I couldn't go back, I didn't want to be ripped apart by the ghouls that were roaming around the previous intersection. I could do it! I turned down the first alley that brought me even closer to Diamond City. Unfortunately for me, a raider blocked my path. "Hey who are you? Don't move!" I couldn't go to the left because of the trap wire and I couldn't throw myself into the arms of the female raider in front of me. So I was forced to go through the small apartment on the right. I smashed the door with all the speed and weight of my body. I found myself on the ground. Looking up, another raider was guarding the side street. "Wow wow wow! Where are you going girl? A prisoner falling from the sky, this must be my lucky day!" I heard the footsteps of the power armor approaching. They were so heavy that you could hear them a block away. I had to flee before I was torn to pieces. The raiders would buy me a few seconds. I got up and ran towards the river. I could hear gunshots coming from behind. The raiders were not likely to make a strong stand against the power armor. Another one watched the intersection. She wasn't about to turn the tables with a blade. I had to keep running and find a way to break the bond of my shackles. I ended up in a narrow alley. The gunfire stopped and I could no longer hear the footsteps of the power armor. I used the door of a destroyed car to split my restraints. At least I could pick up something to defend myself. I didn't have much hope of defeating the slaver, but I could reach Diamond City. All I had left to do was to reach the main street and follow it to the stadium. I looked back one last time. Boston was quiet again and I had managed to escape the steel claws of the power armor. Where had it gone? It must have been searching in other streets, good for me. However, something disturbed me. The ground quaked in a strange way. The person in the power armor landed in front of me. I fell to the ground from the impact. I tried to crawl back, to implore it to leave me alone with my hand... It had caught up with me and I was in big trouble. "Little bitch, did you think your escape would actually work? Well guess what, not only did it fail but you pissed me off! I'm going to carry your little ass to the auction. If you try anything, I'll crush one of your feet." I was lifted and then carried by the power armor. Its heavy steel hand blocked my spine, I could not move. We passed through a tunnel, away from Diamond City, my old way out. I was distraught. I had faced something stronger than me, I had lost and now I had to accept the fate that was about to await me. We were approaching a building with a green door. "We're here. It's time to collect." I tried to lift my neck to see where I was, I had to do the same with my feet top keep some balance. Inside, I was taken to a room and chained up by my feet. I was treated like cattle, I had given up all hope of escaping. A few minutes later, one of the auction guards came to the slaver. "What a catch! But it's not the right one, is it?" "Look, don't fuck with me. This girl came in, fought like a lioness, she ruined my armor. I captured her, I had to fix my suit, she ran away but I caught her. She is worth just as much as the main target." "Damn, she gave you a hard time huh? We'll start the bidding at 1,000 caps, you'll get half the final price. How's that sound ?" "Deal. I need the money to get back to the Capital Wastelands. I miss the tranquility of Paradise Falls." "I can imagine. You can join the lobby, we'll take care of your troublemaker." I was stripped of what I had left. A splash of water to clean me up so I was saleable and the guards chained me up from head to toe. The weight of the rusty metal restricted my movements. I had accepted my destiny. To be sold to someone in the Commonwealth. It wouldn't have been any worse than with the raiders where I was beaten and coerced into prositution. I was brought to the stage and put on display. It was so depressing. To normalize slavery like that... I guess I won't fit in with some mores of this world. "Ladies and gentlemen, here's the last batch of this noon. A young woman, in her twenties and in good health. She was captured because she had a contract on her head. It was either death or auction. Able to fight and satisfy all your needs, the first bid starts at 1,000 caps." And the bids came in, 1,500 for a guy who wanted a sex slave, 2,000 for a woman who wanted a maid for her manor, 2,500 for a couple who wanted to adopt a girl... They were all nuts. "Come on folks, I'm sure you can do better than that! Look at that fabulous body, those firm breasts, that pretty face... They're worth way more thant your little bids." The assistant forced me to kneel down during the salesman's speech. I watched the audience on my right. A father and child, a robot and the woman who wanted a maid... In the middle of the lobby stood the power armor staring at me, counting the capsules it would earn from my sale... I couldn't believe a kid would see me like that. It really was a whole diferent world. "I just heard 3,000 to my left, mister really wants a sex slave. 3,500 raised by the couple. Who says better?" A person arrived from the back of the lobby and decided to finish the auction. "5,000 caps. The next person who raises get a rebid." No more voices were spoke. The auctioneer was therefore left with no choice but to conclude. "Well, if there are no further bids... Sold! To the official of Diamond City for 5,000 caps. And we thank you." My fate was sealed. I was now enslaved to Diamond City. And to think I tried to find help there... BONUS SHOT END OF ACT 3
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I spent the night on that chair. My top was ripped off by the sergeant, she laughed at what she saw underneath. "Mine are bigger" she said. Bitch. I had the chance to pee before I was tied to it. Lucky me. The gunners took shifts to watch me. Nothing to do, I collapsed from exhaustion. As dawn broke, I saw a little light coming into the room. It was joined by the commander, who had come to wake me up. "It's time to open your eyes Calista! A new day rises, it may be your last. The questioning will begin. We're going to take that tape off your mouth, of course. And since you've been a good girl, we'll give you some water and clean you up." Once cleaned and hydrated, I saw another man enter the room. He knew why he was there. I wasn't too comfortable with the idea of being tortured so he could get information about me. "What do we have here? A prisoner who is going to tell me exactly what she knows." "I heard a girl armed with a baseball bat came and beat up a whole gang to get away with their loot. We know it was you. Who do you work for? And more importantly, where did you stash their equipment? You don't want to upset me and know my baseball skills." I didn't know what to say. The truth? Screw him? I was still hesitating on my answer. "You can take your bat and shove it deep up your ass!" I chose to fuck him up. It was a bad decision. "So it will be the hard way. I needed to warm up this morning anyway." I got screwed up. The interrogator mostly destroyed my bare chest. I also took a few hits to my legs. My ribs were in pain, some had to be broken. The only good thing was that my head was spared. "Let's start again. Who are you working for? Where is the stolen equipment?" "I don't know... I've never set foot in your building." "You lying bitch! You're wasting my time! Aren't you our thief? You're no good to us, might as well shoot you like the dog you are." "I'll make you regret your insolence, bitch!" He took me by force towards the destroyed section of the highway. My whole body was in pain. I had enough strenght left to curse at him. "Go to hell you prick." It was when I found myself in front of the void that I experienced my greatest fear. Falling to my death. I could not accept this fate, not now. I had survived the atrocity of slavery. I didn't want to be executed by some stinking gunner. "Okay okay I'll talk but please don't shoot!" "I admit it, I looted your building. I don't work for anyone, I accepted a mission in Bunker Hill to rescue a girl being held by a raider gang in an abandoned apartment. I saved her and she pointed me to the BADTFL building as their hideout. I sold the drugs in Diamond City and stashed the guns and ammo. You know everything please, don't kill me!" He released his finger from the trigger with a smile on his face. The gunner escorted me back to their storage room. I was relieved and still alive. He had succeeded in his interrogation. "To make you feel better, my gun wasn't loaded." He had bluffed me and I had bluffed him about the guns and ammo. Tie, game back on. Back to square one. I was attached to the chair again. I was upset that I hadn't been able to control myself better but I was still breathing. They still needed me to lead them to the weapons. Maybe I could get away before they realized my trick. "Stay safe prisoner. I will inform the commander on our session. Someone will keep an eye on you." A few hours passed. The pain of the torture faded away. My limbs were numb. I felt weak. It was at this moment that the sergeant came, it was her turn of duty. I could see from her attitude that she had nos just come to watch me. She stared at me, like an eagle ready to pounce on a prey. She approached me and kicked the chair. I couldn't do anything to stop her, my legs were tied. "I'm sick of you cocky attitude, I'm going to teach you some manners." Once on the ground, the sergeant had a perfect view of my bare feet. I had noticed those few glances at them as she escorted me to their base. She took advantage of her dominant position over my captive body. "If you ended up barefoot, you don't mind if I tickle you?" I was surprised, I had no immediate reaction as she tickled my left foot. When she moved to my other foot, that's when I burst out in laughter. I was ticklish, but it had been over 200 years since anyone had tried it again. The pain from my broken ribs returned instantly. She found the exact spot in my soles to make me laugh so hard. The sergeant decided to tickle my belly. She put her hands on my recent bruises and scratched with her nails. I was helpless, forced to laugh and endure all the pain that had disappeared from the morning's beating. "I didn't expect such a convincing result. I hope you enjoy this lesson Calista!" "Ahahahahaha I get it! I'm in pain please stop ahahah!" She attacked my feet again, this time focusing on my toes. I was out of breath, my whole body felt empty. "Huh huh, please, I can't take it anymore!" "It's not every day you find prisoners so ticklish. Maybe we should keep you here!" The session ended with the commander entering the room. "Enough sergeant. The men need help down there. Raiders have been spotted and two Deathclaws have just nested nearby." "Yes, commander." The commander straightened the chair and told me what was going to happen: "Your session with the corporal went well Calista. I'm glad. When the area is secured, you will lead us to your hideout. If you behave, we won't execute you. We heard there are new people in Lexington, they'll be glad to have you among them as a slave." Screw them. I had an opportunity to escape, no one was watching me and the commander had just left. I could move my legs. I managed to knock the chair over. Now I had to get the handcuffs off. I had seen some lockpicks hanging around in the storage room. I was exhausted and in bad shape, it would have been deadly to try to compete with them especially when you're barefoot and covered in bruises. I managed to get rid of the handcuffs and made my way to the destroyed part of the highway. There were still a few men patrolling the main gates but they couldn't see me. I wasn't out of the woods yet, the corporal saw that I was gone and started looking for me. Luckily I was hiding on all fours behind the railing, the pain was still there in my chest. With the energy I had left, I jumped to the other side of the highway. I had to cover my bruises during the jump, I didn't want to die from a free fall. "Commander, do you want us to catch her?" "No need, corporal. She's not worth it. She might be dead before she reaches Boston." "What about the stolen equipment?" "Tomorrow, I want a squad around Bunker Hill. Ask about the rescued girl, maybe she'll know something. If you run into Calista again, shoot her this time." "Understood, commander." I had escaped from their base. I was pretty beat up, my body wracked with pain between the bruises and tickles. I was going to go back to Diamond City to get what I had left at the inn and then I was going to get the hell out of Boston. I hoped the Gunners would forget about me or think I didn't make it. BONUS SHOT END OF ACT 2
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I had been hanging out in Diamond City for a week. I had sold all my loot at the market and no, I didn't flirt with the girl in the white shirt this time. I was in need of an adventure. I was staying at the Dugout Inn looking for a new bounty or something alike. As I left, the bartender told me that someone had just put a notice on the wall next to the exit. Looks like this was going to be my day! The note read: "Looking for a professional. Come see me at my store northwest of Chestnut Hillock Reservoir. Follow the road, can't miss." I went to the basin. It was relatively close to Diamond City but I chose to take my time to avoid problems. I hesitated on the direction to follow. The store was supposed to be after the Diner, it was the only road that led to the West. The note was right. There was a small store with a salesgirl, probably the author of the notice. I took the time to observe the surroundings, I had never been in this area before and the forest was beautiful here. I went to the counter to introduce myself. She knew who I was and picked up the discussion: "Oh yes, you're Calista right? I heard your name around Bunker Hill, you saved a girl. You're going to be perfect for this job. A gang of raiders is coming to collect their tax in a few hours. I'd like to get rid of them. 300 caps and you can take everything they had." "Sounds good to me. You want me to ambush them? I could hide in your storeroom if you'll let me in." "Very good idea! It will be an easy target for you!" I walked into the room. It was small and narrow with crops growing. I was looking for where I could observe the exchange between the vendor and the raiders. She spoke up: "Sorry dear, but you are the target." She slammed the door and closed it. I tried to force it open, but it didn't work. The gas that was used to feed the plants was released at full blast. I began to stagger, the smell was unbearable. I was slowly losing control. I couldn't do anything. After a minute I fainted. If I was the target, I fell into her trap like a beginner. When I opened my eyes, I saw the saleswoman above me. She had tied my hands and feet and gagged my mouth. I felt so helpless. "Looks who's awake. Sorry girl, but it's just business. I took your purse, your gun, your ring, your glasses and your boots. I apologize for the latter, but I had to take them off you to tie you up like that. It's brave to wear them without socks. Either way, my handler will be here in a few hours. That's why you're gagged, I don't want you to scare my customers. In the meantime, stay still." I tried to move a little to untie myself but there was nothing I could do. A few hours later, the saleswoman opened the door again. "Looks like I'm going to be rid of you. Too bad, I was starting to enjoy your presence. She's here Sergeant." "So this is the notorious Calista? To be tricked by a simple saleswoman, what a joke! Listen carefully, my commander wants to see you. I'm going to remove these ropes and then I'm going to handcuff you. We have a little way to go and I want to get home before it gets dark. Don't try anything and I won't shoot you, okay?" "Let's get moving. You better not slow down or I'll make you pay." Like a feeling of deja vu. No shoes, handcuffed and forced to obey someone stronger than me. The saleswoman allowed herself one last sentence for me: "Have a good trip! My advice for the day is, make good choices." "Keep the pace prisoner, toward the tunnel." I was dealing with a Gunner. I had heard they were the best mercenaries in the Commonwealth, in equipment and numbers. The way she spoke, her clothes and her rank, all led me to that conclusion. I kept moving forward, trying to clear my head. I started to drag in the tunnel, my feet were not used to walk on concrete anymore. The sergeant kicked me to force me to speed up. "What the hell are you doing? I don't care if you're barefoot, hurry up!" I lost my balance and almost fell. We crossed a bridge. Beyond it stood the elevated highway. "See what's behind the trees? Yep, that's where we're going. We'll go through the little town and then take an elevator to the top. Stay good and keep moving." As we passed through the small town, the gunner stopped me and pushed me towards a ruined pub. "Inside, I want to make sure there's no trouble ahead." This little stop allowed me to catch my breath. The sergeant was looking at the landscape before she turned to me. "You look pissed off girl. Is it because you got screwed or because you got robbed? Look at you, she even took your shoes. Are your feet not too sore?" "Mmmhuck fffou!" "A little touchy, huh? Come one, we can go the freeway." We passed under the highway. She kicked me again. My balance took a hit but I held on. It was so humiliating, I had to comply. "Move over there, we have a lift to catch." Once on the lift, she forced me to sit down. I tried to think of how to get out of this situation but I couldn't think of any solution. The gunner kept her eyes on me. "Listen carefully, Calista. Once you're in the camp, you better tell us what we want to know. We are known for not taking prisoners. If you're no good to us, you'll be executed. Got it?" I nodded. I had to be smart about this one. "Come on we're almost there move your ass!" She grabbed me so I could step over the highway ramp faster. I felt the cold metal under my feet, it wasn't a pleasant sensation. We found ourselves in front of the gates. She ordered me to kneel down until they opened. It was impossible for me to escape, the turret would take care of it if I tried anything. "Private, this is the Sergeant. I'm coming in with the prisoner. Is the commander present?" "Yes ma'am, she's in her cabin." The highway was used as a Gunner's lair. They were many and especially well equipped with reinforced armor, laser weapons and missile launchers. I looked like a novice compared to them. Maybe that explains why I was their target. A beginner who tried to compete with them and ended up handcuffed and brought barefoot to their leader. The sergeant threw me at the commander's feet. She was delighted to see me. "Good job Sarge. Welcome Calista, we've heard about you and your recent work. We had been targeting this building for weeks and it took a girl with enough balls to come in and steal our loot. That's why you're still alive. We'll start the questioning tomorrow. Sergeant, take her to the storage room and tear off her top, she's not worthy of our colors."
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When I came to my senses, I was undressed and tied up in a cage that was used for storage. A raider was posted, waiting for me to wake up. I felt an old sensation around my neck... "The bitch is awake. You don't know what you've gotten yourself into, don't you? When the boss is back, expect to have a better collar than the one you're wearing. In the meantime, we'll move you somewhere else. Be good or we'll beat the shit out of you." They hung me up in one of the big rooms in the factory. The raiders were laughing at me, they were happy to have caught the bitch who had crossed their territory and was about to pay the ultimate price. Some of them were talking banging me until I died. Others wanted me to become a slave. The final decision was up to the guy I had come to execute. I was in a bad spot, but that wasn't going to stop me. "The boss is back, take her to him. And bind her wrists, in case she stries anyting." I was escorted by a raider into the factory. I knew the place, much less populated and less defended than I remembered. The rope that bound my hands didn't look very strong. I had to wait for the perfect opportunity. I walked into the main room, the one in which I had fought in a cage. My impressions were comfirmed, there were only a handful of raiders left. A dozen or so compared to the hundred or so that had flourished in the place a few months ago. I was getting close to my target, I had to think of an exit. "Well, what do we have here? A little pest who tought she could take care of us ? You vaguely remind me of one of our slaves who died a few months ago. Don't worry, you'll be joining our ranked very soon. But first, I need to set you up with a new shock collar so you'll behave properly." I was running out of time. The thought of ending up with the same old collar... No, not this time for sure. "Those handcrafted collars... Good thing we can disable them from this terminal..." I had heard him whisper these words. He was too confident. No guard was watching me and I was in his blind spot. I put all the energy into getting out of these bonds. The gun he had placed near his desk would soon come in handy. When I broke free, I retrieved the loaded gun from the desk. The old master didn't hear me move, being barefoot had its advantages. All those days of suffering, being beaten and humiliated went through my mind in an instant. One thing kept me alive, freedom. The desire for revenge came later. "Vaultmeat sends her regard you scumbag." I pulled the trigger. All those memories went away with the smoke from the gun. But I wasn't done yet. The whole factory had heard the shot and the raiders were alerted. I quicky disarmed the explosive on my collar from the terminal. Now I could fight and none of them were going to make it out alive. With the great hall cleared, I rushed up the stairs, eliminating every raider in my path. I had that adrenaline rush that burned through my body. I felt invincible, nothing was going to stop me. It was an even better feeling than the one that got me hooked on the Jet. I reached the main lobby. All these bodies behind me... Killed by a topless barefoot former slave who was mildly pissed off. They had chosen their path and they crossed mine. The main door was closed, I had to find another way out. The remaining raiders in the factory were not happy to hear this news. It had to happen. It was my last magazine and there were still other guys left in the factory. I was going to have to use my feet and my fists to find a new weapon... I managed to pick up some kind of machete on the way out. One of the remaining raiders tried to slash me with her switchblade. Sorry dear, but my blade was bigger than yours. I spared no one. Even that raider who was sleeping the factory's rest area. He tried to get up and draw his gun, but failed. With the factory cleared, I headed for a ladder that led outside. I knew there would still be a few raiders, if they hadn't fled. Outside, a new day was breaking over Lexington. The cool breeze on my skin was a small pleasure, the heat of the factory became unbearable and this while I wearing only jeans. The guard who was watching the trap door had no chance against me, he hadn't noticed me. I picked up an assault rifle and continued my quest for revenge. The last survivors were trying to stop me, they should have run away. This guy tried to throw a molotov cocktail at me. He didn't think it would backfire. Fortunately for me, I didn't want to end up burned alive. I finished off the last living raider by bashing his skull with my rifle. That was the last section of the factory. Peace and quiet returned to normal. Everything was over. From there, I could admire the ruins of Boston. The landscape was magnificent. Two centuries later after the Bombs, the city was still standing. So many things to discover, so many places to explore. I was hoping not to end up in the same mess that introduced me to this Commonwealth. From slave to survivor, I managed to make a name for myself in this world. I had come to take revenge for the atrocious life I had lived alongside them. Despite my capture in the factory, I persevered and succeeded. Maybe I was lucky, maybe my strenght of character made the difference, whatever. I was dirty, the adrenaline of my body left me. My feet were sore... But I still had one more thing to do. I used the nearby toolbox to remove this collar from around my neck. No more slavery life, the closure was real. I had one more stop to make. One person from the gang was missing and I knew exactly where he was staying. The old shack was empty. No more slaves, no more pimps, no more customers. Apparently a fight had taken judged by the laser weapon marks on the walls. It looked like karma had struck the former master of the place. I decided to burn it down. No one was going to miss it. Maybe it was time to get out of here and find some decent clothes... BONUS SHOT END OF ACT 1
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I lost track of time. Weeks? Months? I had become a junkie willing to do anything to get her fix, the collar around my neck no longer weighed so much. The raiders shaved my head and added some tattoos to my body. To them, I was their pet. Who had I become? A shadow of who I was. On a nasty rainy day, I got a special assignment. To serve the people of Diamond City. It was the first time I'd been this far from the old shack. The man who had kidnapped me was in charge of escorting me and making sure I did the job right. "Listen Vaultslave, when we get to town, I'll explain what you need to do. If you do it right, you'll have a chance to come back. Trust me, it's what's best for you." Without realizing it, the rain washed over me slightly. I was busy thinking about my next dose of Jet, if this was the opportunity to get even more... Diamond City... A pre-war stadium that served as the main city in the Commonwealth lands. I remembered seeing a baseball game in those days... Old memories from the past always hurt a little. Once inside, the man led me to a quiet area. "You don't look like the same girl you did a few months ago. I still see that flame in your eyes. The one of wanting to escape and take off that collar. If you succeed in these few jobs, I will set you free. You have my word." I was led to the office of the head of security. This man had to get me a permit to be able to move and work on the street without problems. I bowed to him. "So you are the new girl. Broken for some time right? I'll take care of your permit. The rules are simple: do your job. Earn your caps. Give me a slice. You try anything, you end up in the hole. And trust me, you don't want to go there." "Well get up and show me the goods." I stood up and obeyed. "Mmh... Still a decent body. However, you can throw away those clothes. And a little grooming wouldn't hurt either. Wait in the jail cell until I do the paperwork." In the cell, I tried to think about what I had been told. He didn't seem to be lying about my desire to be free. If I had the chance, I had to take it. I would do anything to get rid of this drug craving. I waited a long time. I was afraid to end up here alone against the city guards. They were better equipped and tougher than the raiders I served. Doing this job right would earn me my freedom, no way I could fail. I washed up and put on some new skimpy clothes. I was even allowed to wear shoes, the first time since my captivity. I got used to living barefoot and even totally naked. I was not ashamed of my body but rather of how it was treated. The pain became secondary. "Hi honey, are you looking for a good time? I could take you on an all-night trip!" "Hey gentleman, want me to keep you company for tonight? I can do anything you wish." It was a long and rather well paid shift. The city's head of security got his cut and everything else to the man who was going to set me free one day. A few days later, I was taken for a ride with the master of the Corvega factory and some of his men. He tore off my clothes and forced me to act like a dog. "Good pet, look how strong we are in this world. Guys, loot them all and let's go home." The men took me to an abandoned store in Lexington. They tied me up with ropes and let their robot watch me. I was not secure. I still needed patience before I could run away. A few weeks later, everything almost came to an end. The Jet, the abuse, my body couldn't take it anymore. I could see the influence of the raiders diminishing. Not as strong and united as before. They were using more drugs and taking out their frustration on the slaves. In a way, it weaned me off. I didn't think about the Jet anymore and it was going to free me from this life. I returned to Diamond City where I worked. Too many clients, not enough time to recover. I passed out and was taken to a clinic. The two women who ran it were not supposed to take care of the slaves but for a favor... They were willing to treat me in exchange for studying my body. What was left of it. "A strange specimen. After all your body has been through, it's a miracle its still functional. I notice some abitlites that don't exist in the Wastelands, as if you came from before the war. Anyway, that's not possible, you're far too well preserved for a 200 years old woman!" If only she knew... I was blindfolded, I wasn't supposed to see how my miracle cure was created. That was the day. The nameless man came to pick me up, accompanied by his robot eyebot. "Listen carefully. We're going north. You have one last job to do before you can be free again. Let's go and stay close to me, the collar still works." "Do you remember this place? This is where we picked you up. In this trailer, there is a farmer's daughter. Her family was killed in a raid and she is the only survivor. Your job is simple. Kill her. I'll say you burned to death in an explosion or something like that. No one will know and you can start over somewhere else. Leave this place, you've seen what it's like." "Do I really have to kill this girl? I've never done this in my life, I don't know if I can do it..." "You have no other choice. It's either that or stay a slave until you die. Behind you are the clothes I gave you the first time we met. I'll give you half an hour." I went into the trailer. There was a girl tied up, scared. She looked lost, probably because of what had just happened in her life. When she raised her head, she spoke to me: "Please ma'am help me! I have nothing left, I want to get away from here, please set me free." I looked at her, still undecided what to do with her. And then I thought about everything I've been through these past few months. All the horrible things that have happened to me. The reason I was still alive was because I vowed to everything I could do to survive. "I'm so sorry. You don't want to live the life I have lived. You don't deserve this. I don't want to do it either but I don't have a choice..." I punched her in the face and used the switchblade stuck in the computer to kill her quickly. "It's done. Now set me free." "Finally you have what it takes to live in this world. It looks like your tamed life is coming to an end. I'm leaving the area, you should do the same, give yourself time to forget and heal, even if it won't be easy. The robot will take care of your tattoos and the collar. Your belongings from your capture are in the small shed. Farewell, vault dweller." And so ended my travels as a slave in the Commonwealth. I was exhausted and for the first time, I was happy about it. I could get out of here, make my own life. And when the time was right, I would take my revenge of all those raiders who dared to lay their hands on me.
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I was led into a cage and the fight began. I still felt dizzy from the drug dose. My opponent was a slave from another gang, determined to win. So was I. She attacked me first, with a right punch. With Jet in my veins, I was it in slow motion, unable to raise my arms to counter it. She took the lead. The slave tried to choke me with a grip on my head. It was time for me to counterattack. I tried to break the hold. In vain and I found myself on the ground. My opponent was desperate to win: "Submit bitch, I just want to be released." Suddenly, a rush of adrenaline came to me, I had to use it. I managed to get up and push the other slave away. I was her exhausted from her effort, it was my moment to strike. I hit her for the first time, it was enough to throw her off balance, I didn't need much more to put her down. I could see her staggering. It was time to end it. I put all the strenght I had into this punch to finish her off. I did it! After my victory, I received an electric shock from the collar. However, Jet fumes were coming out of it. The boss of the factory congratulated me with this gift before telling me that another slave was going to fight against me. No hanging around this time. The Jet boosted my adrenaline and my will to win. The next fighter was stronger. She had already won several times and had much more experience than me. I had to be more cunning to defeat her. My feint of injury worked, I was able to dodge her first blow. It was up to me to return the favor. We hit each other. I didn't expect her to be so quick to counterattack me. I had to be careful, she was not a champion by chance. She managed to get the upper hand on me. Her size allowed her to keep me away and hit me in the back. The opponent even had the audacity to provoke me : "You defend yourself well for an ant. Don't worry, I'll crush you quickly." I was able to push her away. With the adrenaline flowing through me, I tried to rush my opponent. It was the perfect moment, it was my 15 minutes of fame. I fell into her trap. She used my speed to lift me up. She didn't have to do much, gravity would take care of me. The slave used her strenght during my fall to finish the fight. I was angry at myself for rushing to her... I fell on the hard floor of the factory. I was in pain. Thanks to the Jet, I was still conscious. The fighter thought she had won, it wasn't over yet. "I'm not finished yet! Bring it on bitch!" I still had something left in me. I was going to beat her, I didn't know how but I was going to. I gave everything I had left. Quick punches with my hands then kicks with my feet and a final punch to her head. She took every blow until she fell. I fought like never before. I didn't know I had it in me. Maybe I could survive in this new world after all. Maybe I could take this fucking collar off one day. To celebrate my victory, I received another electric shock filled with Jet. Oh my god it felt so good! All my pain was instantly healed and I was cheered by the crowd. For the first time I didn't feel like a slave to these raiders anymore. I felt like one of them. I was escorted back to the old shack. Master gave me a few days off for my performance in the cage. I was rewarded with some Jet. The addiction was getting real, it was all I could think about when I was down. But it kept me going.
