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Natalie meets an ex Foxbury student on a night out.

This story is about Lizzy, a pretty witch with a bitchy personality and maybe a little immature. She strongly believes that the human kind can't be redeemed of their foolishness and she has a high image of herself. Long has passed since she unraveled the secrets of ice magic and now she's trying to learn the restoration arts with the Vigilants of Stendarr in Skyrim. Her difficult behaviour has lead her to countless arguments with the rest of the Vigilants, who begin to get tired of Lizzy. Here's when the story begins... Special Thanks to all my supporters! >> Follow me on Instagram << >> Feel free to join my Discord with exclusive screenshots <<

I gradually returned to myself after a while. I could smell the Night City morning dew, the cold ground under my bare feet and the metal handcuffs behind my back. I guess I could sum it up this way: I was in big trouble. "At last, she's back with us! Didn't recognize you at first... Victoria. You look quite different. Still a little miffed about our last encounter?" "Yeah, I should have agreed to take you out straight away, so I wouldn't have to face all these hassles." "Perhaps, but unfortunately you failed thanks to my two personal bodyguards. One spotted you entering my room while the other knocked you out. Now I must leave, any last wishes?" "Go to hell and I sincerely hope you meet your maker!" Susan Abernathy ordered one of her private security men to handle my case. He grabbed my body and walked me to the pool. I could still hear that bitch on the phone: “It's me. Send an AV to the Estate, I might be in jeopardy. And dispatch a cleaning crew here as well.” Just as I thought I might die from drowning and be dumped somewhere else, someone came to my rescue. Goro, I had forgotten about him. He must have realized something was wrong and decided to show up on his own. The bodyguard took a few bullets and threw me off luckily, on the ground. "Victoria, what happened? Where's Abernathy?" "Untie me and I'll bring an end to this mess! She's up on the roof, waiting for an AV, we can't let her get away now!" "I'll cut the chain off your handcuffs, it's the best I can do." "Just give me a gun and let's move!" "I'm out of ammo." Before heading inside the manor, Goro collapsed near a pillar. I hadn't noticed, but he received multiple wounds on his arms and abdomen. "Sorry, Vic... But I can't push it anymore... Go ahead. Take my knife. Deal with her." "I will. Don't you dare fall asleep now you hear!" "It's fine. I'll be waiting at the front gate." The door led into the manor hall, where the injured bodyguard awaited me with a sharp blade in his hand. "Bring it on you little pest, you won't get past me!" I dashed at him and blocked his attack. Despite being physically stronger, he was still wounded and I was far too quick. I landed an elbow straight on his face. "I've taken down tougher guys than you! You're the one who won't get over me!" I made him fall down to the ground. Even stripped of my clothes and barefoot, I could kick some serious ass. "Trash, all of you. Just fucking die!" I'd slit his throat before heading for the roof to stop Susan Abernathy from leaving. The AV landed on the roof. I refused to let it leave with Abernathy on board. I had to get rid of the last guard and make it fast before going for her. I used the deckchair to push myself into the air. Susan freaked out when she saw me, screaming at her bodyguard who shifted into a fighting stance, far too late. I fell on him, knife first, in his chest. Even a big guy like him couldn't stop me. That showed my willpower to end it all. "Keep the blade, pal!" Susan Abernathy had ran off to the opposite side of the roof in search of a gun. Unfortunately, I caught up with her and kicked her in the chest, throwing her off balance. I picked up the pistol and pointed it at my former boss. I even put my bare foot on her, to show that I had prevailed. "It's over Susan, no way out for you!" "Wait, Victoria! If you shoot me, Arasaka will be after you. You'll spend the rest of your life looking over your shoulder." "I'll take my chances." I executed Susan Abernathy with a single gunshot right through her skull. It didn't make me feel any better, it had to be done. For Arthur, for Goro and finally for me. I was the lady of justice and I had just rendered my verdict. Once the job completed, I followed the corpses left by Takemura to the main entrance. He was waiting for me, still injured. "She's dead, we got her!" "Good, but we need to hurry... We must leave Night City at once. Take your bike and get out of here, Victoria." "Thanks for the rescue Goro, I owe you big time!" I set course for the desert, back to Panam. Susan Abernathy made a good point: with Arasaka on my tail, I'd be dead before nightfall. And the nomad chick was the only person who could prevent that from happening. "Well, well, somebody had a lot of fun tonight! Meeting me in your underwear, you must have gone through some trouble, you don't even have any shoes!" "Hey hey, eyes off my feet, eyes on my face! Did you pick up my stuff at the motel?" "Yeah, it's in the trunk." I changed clothes at the back of the car. "So Eleanor, can you tell me what happened?" "You know, the usual: some Arasaka guys you take out, others grab you, you deal with them afterwards, and then you're off again, almost naked." "Oh, so it's just an ordinary night for someone like you!" "Okay, here's the plan: Take the car and head south, near the border. There's a dry river, follow it until you see the warning sign. In your backpack with your belongings, I've added the scrambler. Activate it and you'll have fifteen minutes to jump across the border undetected, while avoiding the machines on patrol. Once on the other side, you should be safe." "And I think that's all! I guess this is goodbye Eleanor." "Thanks for everything Panam, we're even now! And who knows, if I ever come back to Night City, maybe we'll have a night to remember!" "Anytime, girl! Good luck!" Before leaving, I had one last stop to make, not so far from the border either. I hit the gas towards Judy's cabin. I wanted to spend one final moment with her, to explain the mess I'd gotten myself into. I had to get away from her temporarily, to keep Judy safe. But once clear of Arasaka's radars, I'd come back and we'd start a new life together. Back from diving into the lake, Judy was lying on her stomach. I hugged her from behind. "Surprise! How's my darling hacker?" "El'! I'm better now that you're here! Did you succeed?" "Yeah... About that, we need to talk." We sat on her sofa, inside the cabin. I took Judy's leg and rubbed it, struggling to find my words. "Listen... I killed the bitch who left me to die a few months ago. But I've been spotted and Arasaka is likely to come after me..." "So you're afraid I might be targeted too if we keep seeing each other?" "Exactly... That's why I'm leaving Night City right after." "Oh... And do you think you'll ever come back?" We leaned closer, our foreheads against each other. "I promise to come back for you Judy. Whether it's in three months or three years. Once I'm sure that I'm safe, we can make our life together, wherever you want to go." She didn't answer. I took her silence as a positive commitment. I followed Judy by the hand to her bedroom. "Well, since we won't be able to do this for a while, let's have sex shall we?" "I'm in a hurry, but I'll gladly make an exception for you!" "You're so beautiful Judy... I'm really going to miss these moments with you." "Aw El', it's not the time to get emotional. Let me create a new memory for you to cherish until we meet again." I shut up and closed my eyes. I massaged my breasts to intensify my sexual arousal and let Judy's hands guide me: she lifted my legs onto her shoulders, allowing her to do as she pleased with my vagina. "You'll remember my tongue each time you climax, I promise!" Positions were switched. I wanted to give the same gift back to Judy, an incredible souvenir for her to treasure. "Your tongue is good, but my fingers are no match." She enjoyed my touch, nibbling my fingers as she silently orgasmed. We stayed in bed for a bit after our lovemaking. I wanted to enjoy Judy again, her beauty and her nudity. Looking at them again with my own eyes before some time. "You were right about this final moment that I will remember dearly, I thank you very much for it." Judy and I got dressed and she accompanied me to the car. "Hey Eleanor, when you return, let's take a trip around the world, see if we can find a place we both like." "Sounds good! As long as we're together, I'm fine with anything." We kissed for so long. I wish it had lasted for hours rather than seconds. But I had to escape, until things calmed down on my side. I got into the car and followed Panam's instructions. Once in front of the sign, I took my stuff and continued on foot. I had to hurry to reach the border. I hid behind some rocks and waited for clear passage. The machines on patrol would rip me to shreds if they spotted me. Better safe than sorry, especially so close to the finish line. I was only a few steps away, climbing the rocks to the top. As I ascended, I remembered why I'd been here and what mark I'd left. Somehow, I succeeded. I glanced one last time at Night City on the horizon. In broad daylight and with the pollution haze, the metropolis looked far less attractive. The city had its share of adventures in which I excelled or had a lot of fun, but more than anything, I made some memorable contacts. Night City was simply a point of interest, not the final destination of my journey. "I'll be back." I took off and jumped over the fence. I didn't know what awaited me on the other side, but one thing was certain: I had just closed a chapter in my life, a former corpo turned rat with a grudge. And guess what, she pulled it off!

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

My name is Calista. I was a slave of the raiders for several months in the Commonwealth. I have been free for 3 months now. I went north to forget what I had been through and to train in firearms and hand-to-hand combat. Once I was ready to defend myself, it was time to come back and kick some raiders' ass. I remember during a mission I was taken to this small base which was used to control a satellite. There were not many raiders inside and their leader was a close ally of my former master. Only a couple of guards at the entrance, I had to approch silently, I only had a shotgun. I got rid of them pretty quickly. I wasn't afraid of them anymore. No one was going to leave this place alive. Once inside, I put on my gas mask. I didn't want to be recognized. At least not right away. I came to a room where a slave was tied to a chair. I tried to talk to her, she wouldn't answer. She was perfectly tamed by the raiders. Shaved head, no collar, the poor girl had nothing left. Her blank look showed that she was dead inside. In a way, that could have been me. But I still had a few things to answer for. I wasn't spotted yet. I took advantage of the dark corridors to sneak in. A raider guarding a storage area was in front of me. I didn't need to use the shells on him. Standing in the shadows, I saw the few remaining raiders patrolling. I did not see the leader of the place. A few shots from the double-barreled shotgun would probably alert her. And reduce the strenght force of the base. The plan worked. I didn't expect her to be armed with a minigun though. I took cover and waited for her to empty all her bullets if she didn't kill me first. Once I heard the sound of the click without bullets, I stepped in. The double barrel hit first her torso and then her leg. She surrendered, knowing she had no allies left and no way to fight. "I give up, you win, you can loot the place but please, don't kill me!" "Take off your armor or I'll finish you off now." It was my turn. I took off my gas mask. "Look at me. Do you remember who I am? I don't think so. But I remember you and your gang using me for days. It's over now. Get undressed completely." I took her to the next room. Handcuffs were on a shelf, I put them on her. "On your knees bitch! Don't worry, I'm not going to kill you right now, you have to meet my friend the knife first." I lacerated her, and shoved the knife into her wounded leg. On my way out, I threw a molotov cocktail that I had collected from one of the dead guards. She may not have deserved to die like that but I didn't care anymore. With her ally dead, the Master of Corvega was about to go even more crazier. I needed that before I came to deal with him. A week later in the town of Lexington... I used the highway to get above the city. I knew where the raiders were patrolling and where the ghouls were still hanging around town. I traded with other travelers to get supplies. One of them was even a tattoo artist... He gave me a discount. From the highway, I jumped onto one of the buildings in Lexington. It was an apartment held by the raiders to trade drugs or get laid with slaves. Two things that had been greatly lacking in their ranks for some time. The interior was empty. I checked my equipment one last time. I was not in a hurry and I was going to attack at night. When I set out, only the natural light of the moon illuminated the room. I put on my bandana and went down carefully. The moon was lovely, too bad it was the last one for everyone in the factory. The door to the street was not closed. The raiders had obviously abandoned this place. They had forgotten about this lantern that was used to light the stairwell. Outside, it was pitch black. I used the light of my pocket Pipboy to light my way. I knew exactly where I was going to attack. An old sewer pipe led directly into the factory. The ghouls used it from time to time, the raiders had just set up a guard, a turret and a few easly avoidable traps, hoping it hadn't changed since I left. The guard posted was dozing off, he didn't expect a human to come this way. I knocked him out hard with my silenced weapon before finishing him of with. The turret was offline, as if I was being let into the wolf's den. Two other guards were patrolling the corridor. Getting rid of them was not very complicated with my gun. They didn't see me and no noise was made. Tin cans served as an alarm, a trap that the ghouls would set for themselves. But for someone with a brain... Dodging them was a cakewalk. Everything was too quiet. Were they all asleep? I continued to explore the empty corridors. Suddenly, I heard heavy footsteps coming from behind. I didn't have time to turn around and suffered a huge blow to the back of my head and lost consciousness. Maybe I was not as experienced as I should have been... END OF PART 1

Anger provoked an adrenaline rush. I used one of my yoga poses as a fighting stance. One hand on the ground for balance, my body straight and both legs stretched in front and behind me. It was an inverted splits, which knocked over three out of the gang's four members. Not bad, I knew my kicks were devastating! The last guy still standing tried to tackle me. I sat cross-legged after my first move. This position gave me a considerable advantage: an outstanding view of his groin. I gave everything my arms had to offer, stopping his run by striking his lower belly with my hands. I rolled towards the man I'd just deprived of offspring. Among them, he was the only one with a rifle and therefore my best chance of bringing a swift end to the fight. Once I'd retrieved the rifle, I aimed at the guy who'd just shredded my tank top. I thought back over the previous minutes when his gang had assumed they had me. Who was the fool now? The humiliation I'd just suffered could only be appeased in one way: the permanent disposal of these bastards. With them gone, only their bodies remained behind me. I was proud of what I'd accomplished, even if my breasts were now completely exposed. Looking into the distance, I could see a radio antenna at the mountain summit. I had no reason to stick around, the gang didn't have the loot from yesterday's caravan. These raiders truly served no purpose... Except for the rifle. I took the main path to the mountain. It was a wide road with a few wrecked cars. I felt confident about the steep climb, despite having no shoes. The road ranged from gravel to dry soil. Nothing too challenging for a barefoot walker like me! I came to a crossroads where brahmins were drinking water under a tiny shelter. I could either go ahead where the path sloped back down into the jungle, or I could turn left and keep on climbing. I still wanted to give my legs another push and get to the radio tower. As I ascended further, I heard the sound of a waterfall nearby. I had made some good progress and deserved a refreshing break. The waterfall created a small stream. I crouched down and began to drink from it with my hand. The water was so pure, so natural, untouched by radiation. I wanted more, I felt a sudden desire to take a refreshing dip. I stripped off completely. At first the water chilled slightly, but once my whole body was beneath the waterfall, the temperature was just perfect, thanks to the sun. I could have stayed for hours enjoying the wild landscape of ancient Central America. It was definitely the best bath of my life. Being naked in this peaceful place was so pleasant, feeling at one with Mother Nature and closer to her... I rested on some rocks with moss, letting the sun dry my body from the wonderful dip I'd just taken. After a break of an hour or two, I put on my clothes (what was left of them) and set out again on the dirt road towards the mountain summit. I'd gained so much altitude that I could see the marshes from yesterday, even the beach I'd stranded on. I hoped to find some information up there so I could get back to Boston. I had reached the radio tower. The antenna appeared so high up, it could almost touch the sky. The afternoon sun began to hide behind a few clouds. I'd be surprised if I ran into anyone - it was quite a journey to get here! Someone was kind enough to unhinge the radio station's back entrance. I balanced on the door to get in. The place had been abandoned long ago. There were rusty old terminals, a desk with office furniture, some lockers and a chest inside a fenced-in room. Perhaps more interesting stuff awaited me inside... After searching the desk and lockers, both of which were empty, I found the jackpot behind one of these. A bunch of keys that had to open the security door and chest next to me. I was really hoping to find a suitable top, I could feel the cold hitting my nipples. The trunk contained a few odds and ends, but above all, a leather chest top. Made by Ropa Americana, a local store at the mountain's bottom. Thanks to whoever stored this piece here, I intended to put it to good use. Gosh, I loved my new leather top! Plenty of pockets for storage, a shoulder strap and an ammo belt. I'd done a full sweep through the radio station. There was nothing interesting left to find, not even a pair of shoes and there wasn't enough power to restore it. I did, however, identify its source: wind turbines on the plateau above. Dusk was falling softly over Costa Rica. I had reached the mountain peak and wanted to see what lay on the other side. Not that I didn't like the place, but I still wished to be able to return to the United States... Well, what remained of it. I stood on the cliff's edge. The view was breathtaking, despite the fog from the height I sat at. Trees everywhere, huge rocks on the beach, but above all, the place that caught my eye, a lighthouse. If I had a way of getting back, that's where I'd go. Maybe I'd find a boat, or my own, lost in the ocean. Fatigue began to set in. Fortunately, there was a small camp with tents and pre-war canned goods. I was going to spend the night here, plus I had my own security detail with this brahmin grazing peacefully. Tomorrow I'd head back inland to this lighthouse. The following day, I walked down another side of the mountain. I came to a small crossroads with a few shops, where I saw the Ropa Americana store completely cleaned out. On the next building's roof, I heard a radio and a man complaining in Spanish. I needed some info and hoped to get it from him. I used the ladder to reach the roof. An old man was trying to adjust the telescope lens. He didn't even see me, otherwise he would have asked about my outfit, especially my lack of shoes. "Hola señor, perdone, ¿habla usted inglés?" "Hola viajera, no hablo inglés pero mi mujer sí. Tiene un rancho al otro lado del río. Busca una vieja señora con un vestido blanco." "¡Muy bien, muchas gracias por la ayuda y buena suerte!" I crossed the river and landed above the ranch. It looked like a farm with Brahmins grazing in a cloistered area. I wasn't surprised to see that there were still people who knew how to domesticate animals. From my vantage point, I tried to spot a woman in a white dress - that was my English speaker's description. I toured the ranch, looking for someone. It didn't take me long to find her. The old woman in the white dress was running the ranch, but stopped when she saw me approaching. We both smiled at each other, as if we were already family. "Hello, I've met your husband. You speak English, don't you?" "Indeed, my dear, indeed! Come on, let's talk somewhere else." END OF PART 2