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This thread is for your Sims 4 sexual screenshots, stories, and videos. Please remember Loverslab rules when posting! Here are my stories -Chess Challenge With A Vampire (Cheating, Rape, Interracial, Vampire, Public Sex) -Fiance's Secret (Cheating, Gangbang, Interracial) READ BEFORE POSTING! -You may post stories -You may post screenshots -You may post videos -If the work you post is not yours give proper credit -Remember LL Rules -Use Spoiler when posting large images or a lot of them

Now that Starfield has some sexy mods coming out, let's share our babes!

Here's where you can post your Sims 3 pictures! I hope everyone wants to share again!

I’ve seen so many topics about sharing our female/male sims, so why we don’t share our shemale/futa sims? Here’s the place to do it, folks!

Final Fantasy Lightning Returs & Dissidia NT weapons + outfit. View File This mod contains the Lightning's original Crimson Blitz (broken version), Ultima Weapon (Dissidia Version), Ultima weapon (Lightning Returns ver.), Overture (LRFFXIII+DissidiaNT) Immortal Order, Night Lotus/Ultima Shield, Nemesis shield and Equilibrium outfit (Dissidia NT Version). It has no physics. You can post screenshots of the mod in game and I will add them in the main page. Credits: SquareEnix: Final Fantasy Dude that made Noesis Dude that made the plugins for xnalara Dude that ported this stuff to xnalara Sets00na: Porting, at first. ODD: Porting the outfit and rescaling the weapons. Also the screenshots. Big thanks! although I forgot if you had to re-port the weapons also. Sorry I forgot. Submitter Sets00na Submitted 04/20/2019 Category Weapons & Spells Requires Apart from the Skyrim.esm, nothing. Special Edition Compatible No  

Share MELE Screens! Mine will almost exclusively be of EDI who is my absolute fav... but mostly Miri for now until I finish ME2. Share whatever you have. Screens from original ME games are welcome too.

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..."

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

I stayed at the Cabot's house. In the morning, I came back at my place. Kimy was waiting for me. We sat down at the counter and I showed her what Jack Cabot had given me. "Is this you special item? A syringe with a green liquid? Is that how they've lived for centuries?" She stared at the syringe in my hand before giving me an answer. "I think so. We'll never be able to get our hands on their artifact, but if we could learn how it works... I'm heading to D.C to try to get some answers. I'll be back in several months." "What about my prize Kimy honey?" "Of course Cali honey, walk with me." Kimy opened one of my drawers and a little cat jumped out. He was so cute, he wanted to play with us! "Here is your first reward, a pet! I found him pocking around in my devices, he fell into an armbinder! I left you 500 caps too, you've earned them!" "Thanks Kimy you are really too kind! Have a great trip, I hope to see you again!" "Take good care of yourself. Don't worry about the store, I'll take it with me. By the way, your second reward is waiting for you in the next room. You can enjoy it until sunset. Goodbye Calista!" I changed into underwear, I was tired of the dress. I went into the other room, my second surprise was waiting for me. A naked and tied woman that I had already met. "Well, well... I didn't expect someone tough like you would end up in this position. Kimy is really good at convincing people." I moved closer and caressed her cheek. "Oh Fahrenheit, I really loved our first meeting. The way you treated me and touched me... You made me feel like nobody else. I want to return the favor. Shall we start?" First of all, I had to put Fahrenheit in the same conditions as when we originally met. I started to tease her clit. She moaned in pain. I didn't have much experience with girls and I wasn't very interested in them. One time when I was studying at the university. Then I was forced to open my perspectives when I was a slave to the raiders. I was mostly the one receiving, never the one giving. Time to change that. I untied her and we went to my bed. We started kissing. Fahrenheit was such a good kisser, her rough lips were finally so soft. She lifted my top to reveal my small breasts. Hers were so huge, I got a little envious. The more we made out, the more I wanted her. My lust for sex intensified alongside my desire for her. Fahrenheit knew just what to do. She pulled me back, spread my legs and used one of her fingers on my clit. Her experience, her touch, her look right into my eyes... I enjoyed every second of it. It wasn't going to take her long for me to orgasm. We ended up our intercourse on a scissor. I was horny as ever. Fahrenheit too. The circular movements of our legs, the was she held my foot and the rubbing of our clit... Both of us came at the same time. Oh. My. God. That was the best sex I've had in ages. I stared at the ceiling blissfully, my heart slowly returning to its regular beat. Fahrenheit had pulled me a little closer to her by the arm. She was a strong passionate woman. I wanted to keep her as my sex friend, she had so much to teach me. "So little one... You've been a bit rough. I get it, you still have some progress to do with women. However, I really like your rebellious side, I was missing that lately. Thanks for the moment, we'll do this again but I have to go. I need to check on the status of our warehouse, some raiders were spotted snooping around." Her words really touched me, I felt better! So much better that I decided to act as a dominant. I got on top of her, placed my finger on her mouth so I could speak. "Not so fast big girl. Kimy told me I could pet you until sundown. And since you like my defiant side... Here's what we're going to do, you're staying here and I'm going to take care of checking out your warehouse." I dressed and got ready to leave. I tied Fahrenheit to the wall with shackles. She was even sexier this way but I had a little work to do before I could enjoy her gorgeous body. "How do you like it? Consider this karma, you tied me to a cross, I tie you to a wall, we're even now." "You little bitch, I shouldn't have praised you so much..." "Don't worry, I'll be fine. If I don't come back, it's because I got into trouble. That's why the shackles will open at sunset just in case. Until then, enjoy the cat!" "Don't fail me... Calista." I went to see K L E O, the Goodneighbor trading robot. I needed to make some purchases to take on the raiders. "Hi K L E O, I'm going to need some protection, a vest, a belt, arms pads and knees pads." I paused for a moment, hesitating between an assault rifle and a sniper rifle. I opted for the third choice. "And I'll take your modified grenade launcher with ammo please. Slip me a short gun in there too." Time to shine. I was geared up like a true mercenary. Fahrenheit had pointed me out the place before I left her. A freight depot south of Boston, on the old railroad tracks. I did a quick climb through a railroad car and was about to send some raiders to Hell. From my position, I saw the raiders gathering. I overheard their leader's instructions: "You know the plan. Go around and make sure the warehouse is clear." They were so nice to have grouped together, I hadn't used my new toy yet. I fired a grenade. I didn't such a destructive result. The blast radius was massive, the small group was blown away across the landscape as if they were dummies. It was a good thing I tested the weapon from that distance. I could have killed myself if I hadn't tried it first. "Well that hit the spot!" I showed off, I deserved it after that great shot. The outer area seemed to be purged of any raiders, I had to inspect the depot. I walked into the depot. The place was poorly lit and a strong smell of rusty metal hit my nostrils. I drew my pistol and moved toward the cars. I saw the Goodneighbor guard lying on the ground, one of them mutilated and missing a leg. What the heck was that? The raiders hadn't attacked this place yet so who did this? I caught someone's attention. A spotlight illuminated the space and one of the cars opened. Had I been spotted before? Was it the noise caused by my boots? I aimed towards... Damn it. I didn't know who it was but he or she wore a suit of power armor. "You girl! Drop that toy and kneel down with your hands up. You don't want to end up like the others." I ran for cover. Oh my goodness! I was in big trouble. How was I supposed to get through this? My grenade launcher. That might be enough to destroy the power armor and the person inside. I had to create a diversion and take the high ground for a decent line of sight. I had seen this puddle next to the wagon. Gasoline, enough to give me an opening. I fired a few rounds into it, the person in the power armor ended up surrounded by flames. The smoke created a black cloud that concealed my run, I hurried to reach the stairs. Once upstairs, I pulled out the grenade launcher. I had not been followed, the flames were extinguished. I had gained enough time to deal with it. It was too busy putting its armor helmet back on instead of chasing me. Time to meet destiny. I jumped on the blue car and fired my weapon. A tremendous explosion followed, the depot was turned into a flash of color that lasted for a second. The power armor collapsed. My plan worked, I did it! I went back down, I wanted to make sure it was over. The power armor was frozen, the person inside had to be dead for the armor to stop operating. I kicked the helmet with the heel of my boot. No reaction. So that was it. Before I left, I was going to look at the contents of the wagon. It happened. I thought I had defeated it. The assault rifle dropped, the hand of the power armor came to grip my neck. I had been tricked, I just got within reach of being caught. How was it still alive? I knew these armors could absorb damage and radiation but a direct nuclear grenade? No way. I was surprised and shocked at what was coming at me. "Huh, huh. You've got balls girl, but you just made the biggest mistake of your life." END OF PART 1

I was living my best life. It had been 2 months since I started worked with Kimy. Managing the devices' stock, testing them and of course taking care of the customers. The work was great and various. I spent my nights at the Third Rail in Goodneighbor where I drank and danced until dawn. A fabulous night of debauchery that ended with me snoozing on the couch. My sleep was interrupted by someone tickling my breats and my tummy. "Wakey wakey Cali honey! Looks like you enjoyed your night! Didn't you find a date to bring here?" "Kimy? Ahahahah that tickles please stop! How did you get in?" "I still have a spare key! Your body is wonderful, I'll keep playing with it." " No! Enough! Ahahaha!" I straightened up and Kimy sat down next to me, slightly tickling my foot in the process. "Calista I have a special job for you. Do you like being tickled? How do you like my fingers on your sole?" "I'm still a little drunk but yes, I do enjoy being tickled by someone who knows how to do it. Like you are right now." She stopped touching me. The hangover was beginning, my head felt hollow. "Well, it's settled! I want you to go visit the Cabot family, I left you their adress next to the dress you'll be wearing tonight. You'll be their party girl. Nothing to worry about, I've already had business with them. They will compensate you with a special item that you will bring back to me. I'll make it worth your while. Now, sober up, clean up, and have fun!" I put on my top back on properly. Each step to the kitchen was difficult. I grabbed a bottle of purified water to ease my water-deprived brain. "No beer ever again after consuming so much hard liquor Calista..." It was two in the afternoon, I was going to take a bath until tonight's event. I slipped on the dress, heels and necklace that Kimy left me and headed to the Cabot estate. I had already passed through here on my way to Goodneighbor all tied up with devious devices. The place was well protected. If the signs weren't enough of a disincentive, the sentry bots would. In front of the door, there was an intercom. I pressed the button and waited for someone to answer. "Get out, I won't open the door you scum." "Uh, hello, you have the wrong person, I'm Kimy's girl for the evening." "My apologies, I'll let you in, come on in." I was greeted by the person on the intercom. A ghoul who was probably the Cabot's bodyguard if I were to guess his looks. "Good evening young lady, are you carrying a gun?" "I left them at home. With this dress, it's hard enough to hide anything." "Very well. You look lovely, the family will be glad! Please, come and sit in the living room while you wait for mister Cabot." I waited a few minutes. The lounge was impressive and neat. I had never seen such a perfect place like in the pre-war period. Its owner came from the dining room behind me. "Good evening! You must be our special guest for tonight. I'm Jack Cabot, please follow me." The man in the lab coat led me upstairs. We passed through a hallway filled with antiques. "This is our oldest piece. My father was an archaeologist who recovered this stele in the Middle East in 1894." "It's beautiful! But wait a minute, does that mean you are almost 400 years old?" "Exactly young lady. One of the artefacts has supported our family for centuries. I've told you enough, let's move on." Mister Cabot took me to one of the bedrooms. He told me to undress and to equip myself with devices stored in the closet. I was fascinated, the place and their family history seemed unreal. I removed my dress. The night was so wonderful outside. I put on the collar, the harness and the leg cuffs. A woman came into the room, she was very glad to see me. I exposed my naked body to her. "Oh my! You are a gorgeous girl! I am Emogene, Jack's sister. I'm going to have some fun with you!" She stepped behind me and began to tickle my belly. This is how her foreplay began. "Your face looks familiar girl. Haven't we met before at the Third Rail in Goodneighbor?" I giggled and tried to answer her while keeping my composure. "Maybe, I spend a lot of time there." "That's you! You're the girl from the other night! You were completely wasted, half naked and you wanted to bang Charlie the robot!" I was embarrassed but a little curious about this deviant side of me. "Come on, on your knees and hands behind your head so I can work on you armpits." I compiled. Her fingers were like magic, I loved the way she explored my body. I thought I wasn't very ticklish there, Emogene proved me wrong. After I got up, she pushed me onto the bed. Her strength was overwhelming, she barely moved her arms and I was pushed backwards. It shocked me. My deviant side wanted more from her. "Lift your feet so I can tickle them. Hold on party girl, I know you love it!" She wasn't wrong. My feet were the most ticklish part of my body and had been spared by Emogene. I laughed and enjoyed the moment. Damn, she was good. Between the devices and the tickling, I started to get aroused. "I've teased you enough. You can go join my brother in the other room. I hope to see you in Goodneighbor baby." She slapped my butt. My arousal rose again. I wondered what Jack had planned for me. Once in the room, Jack Cabot grabbed some ropes from one of the drawers and put me on the bed. He carefully strapped me in. The scientist tied special knots that secured me in place. My legs were spread wide, my arms outstretched. I could not raise my hands or feet. In this position, I was completely helpless. It scared me, but it also made me even more turned on. A tickling session ensued. Mister Cabot went straight to my feet, as if he knew that was my most sensitive part. He explored the inside of my sole, which made me laugh so hard. His scientific side and his 400 years of experience allowed him to have absolute control over me. Jack outclassed his sister in the tickling department. When he decided to move to my other foot, he found a spot that made me laugh even harder. The movement of his thumb inside my sole was like a massage. It gave me so much thrill... I was horny as hell. I didn't know for how long I was tickled. Ten minutes? Half an hour? I was out of breath. The scientific began to tickle my armpits. I couldn't laugh anymore but I was enjoying his touch. Another person entered the room. "Jack, who is that poor girl? Is she one of your experiments?" "Good evening mother. No, she's a party girl. I needed to take my mind off things, I was getting stuck in my research." "Oh well, in that case, let me show you how it's done." The Cabot family tickled both my feet, mainly in my most sensitive area. I screamed with laughter. If they continued at this rate, I would absolutely go crazy. "Thanks for the session young lady, it was great. Mother, I'm going to the lab to reward our guest. You should do likewise." "Here's your reward, little one." The matriarch began to rub my vagina. I was far too horny, I moaned at each of her strokes. The tickling, the ropes on my hands and feet, the devices, being helpless against a mature woman... All these elements combined brought me so much pleasure that it took only a few minutes before I reached climax. The old woman untied me and guided me to the bathroom. I had just spent a fantastic night. Kimy didn't lie about how much fun and enjoyment tickling could bring. I was so hot, I just took cold shower to cool off. I was still thinking about that orgasm... Oh my God, I've turned into a true kinky girl!

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

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

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."

Back in the Commonwealth, the last remaining raiders' settlement: Libertalia. My return took a few days. I spent the trip in a dry dock with a porthole. Naked, starving, weakened, I was collared and then escorted under heavy guard onto a barge in the middle of ship ruins. The raiders fed me and then covered me in ropes, to show their dominance over my body. From my cage, I could see the ruins of Boston, which depressed me. So close and so far away from returning to the Goodneighbor apartment... They could do whatever they pleased with me. For my first days, I was restrained onto another barge in a kind of fixed metal yoke. With my feet firmly planted on the ground, I couldn't move a muscle. The raiders called it an endurance test. If I survived the sun's heat, I could live another day. The next day, one of Libertalia's lieutenants tied me to a chair on his own boat. He had instructions for me: "Listen up, you filthy slave! You belong to us, you do everything we tell you to do. In exchange, you'll have the privilege of eating, drinking and washing. Just what you need to be useful. If you rebel, we'll beat the shit out of you. And if you rebel again after this, we'll activate the collar. Got it?" I nodded. I'll do whatever it takes to survive, just like I did last year in Corvega. I was taken to another boat where one of the raiders expected me: "Sit on the couch, spread your legs and start touching yourself." I did as he instructed. I dreaded his reaction if I didn't obey. "Good, good. When you're horny enough, my friend with the captain's hat will take over." It became more physical afterwards. The raider with the hat went straight to the point: getting laid. And judging by what he unloaded into my privates, it had been a long time since he had the chance to do so. He let out an eager groan of pleasure as I tried to keep myself from suffering too much. I had to stay tough. I was thrown away like a used handkerchief. Naked and tied to a cross, a female raider had to keep an eye on me: "Oh come on! Do I really have to stand here with the slave? Just because I'm a newbie doesn't mean I have to do such ungrateful tasks!" "Hey, relax! Why don't you play with her, make sure she's under your control." Someone gave her a bad idea. The new raider took out her frustration on me. She handcuffed me and led me into her cabin, in which I had to give her the greatest amount of enjoyment with my tongue. It was humiliating enough to be treated like a toy, but on top of that by lowlife scoundrels... At least she had her genitals clean. At the end of the day, I was taken back to the cage and handcuffed to it. Appalling and humiliating: the two words that came to mind. My daily life as a slave returned to its earliest days. To survive it, I needed a great deal of self-sacrifice and, above all, submission to my captors. It was the only way to gain their trust and escape this hell. A few days later, when my life was shifting between being tied up and being fucked, the raiders' lieutenant dragged me back onto his boat. He wanted to see how broken I was and if I was tame enough. "Got something to say, slave? Speak up!" "I acknowledge you as my master. I accept my place and my purpose in serving you. I will always be submissive and obey every command." "Excellent. Now you'll meet the other lieutenant, the barefoot pirate gal. You'll say the exact same words to her too." The barefoot raider had other plans for me. She didn't believe my words, so she chose a more concrete way for me to show my submission: "On the ground and open wide. You're going to worship my feet until they're perfectly clean. If you miss, I'll blow your brains out." I obeyed. I'd never done this before, but I was willing to do anything to keep on living. "Good work slave. You deserve a little treat before meeting the leader." The next day, I was escorted onto the main ship. My reward was these bits of skin that covered my tits and pussy. I knelt before the leader, like the good tamed pet I had become. "A very pretty slave with good manners. Keep it up. My lieutenants have done a pretty good job, you seem quite obedient. That's why I've decided to make you my exclusive slave." "Thank you, master." "Don't thank me so easily. You'll be my ticklish slave. You'll stay on this ship and my crew is free to tickle you whenever and however they want. Understand?" "Yes, master. But please try to be gentle, I'm very ticklish." "My right-hand man will check that right now." Taken outside onto the terrace, the right-hand guy stood behind and tickled my armpits plus my ribs. It was a sensation I hadn't experienced since my capture by Queen Isabel, who had tied me up and tickled me before shipping me off. One thing for sure, my body seemed to be as sensitive as ever. At dusk, it was the watchman's turn to have his session. He had hogtied me and decided to tickle my feet. The ropes were so heavy, I couldn't do anything but laugh. "Oh yes! Keep on giggling slave! I can tickle those little feet all night long!" A couple of days later, I was targeted by one of the raider gals, who was in charge of the kitchen and inventory stock. She grabbed me and handcuffed me in a very uncomfortable position on a stool. This allowed her hands to roam all over my belly. "Everyone wants to play with you, you know that? So ticklish, I love your laugh, my little slave! Hey you at the bar, want to join the fun?" I was allowed a break to empty my bladder and catch my breath. I was then tied to a cross on the floor, which the raider at the bar had just brought. My two captors sat opposite me, one on each foot. What happened next would probably test my endurance and push me one step closer to insanity. "It's amazing, she's really ticklish everywhere! Thanks for that, mate. Plus, we get a perfect view down to her cunt and tits. Think we should give it a try?" I didn't want them to go tickling over there but I wasn't in any position to contest. Despite still being enslaved by the raiders, the days passed a lot better since I was a ticklish slave. I had a little space to myself and could move around freely. I had become submissive enough to have more freedom, but also more opportunities to escape. One morning, the boss's right-hand man paid me a visit. I struck an erotic pose for him. "Little pet, the boss wants you for the whole day. Join him on his deck. By the way, nice sexy pose." The leader wanted an exclusive session with me. He tied me upside down, my hands shackled by a ball and chain, my feet at his mercy. This was, of course, the moment he chose to tickle them: "My crew was right, we did well to include you in our group. Such tender, ticklish soles, I love it! Do you like it too, slave?" "Ahahahahah, yes master! I love being tickled and being your slave!" "Perfect. So we'll carry on until sunset, I'm going to have so much fun!" After several hours, when I was breathless and nearly pissed myself, the chief's right-hand man arrived to tell him something: "Uh... Boss? Sorry to interrupt, but your guest has arrived. She's waiting her turn for the slave." "What?" Is it already time? Damn, I was trying to see if her sides or feet were the most ticklish... Oh well. My dear slave, you can have a 5-minute break, then come down and join my guest." "Huh, huh... Thank you master." I should have guessed. The invited lady was none other than the woman responsible for everything that had happened to me in the last few months. I got down on my knees and smiled at her. I had to keep my act together. "Well look at that, Calista in the flesh! I didn't expect you to end up like this after your train ride. Karma's a bitch, isn't it? To remind you: my name is Isabel. Those with sense to fear me call me Queen. You my little pet will address me as Mistress. Always. Without exception. And you're going to do whatever I tell you to. It's not negotiable. Is that clear?" "Yes, Mistress." "Good. Let's play. I brought you some handcuffs. If you show me a good time, I'll take off that collar and you'll come with me. If you don't... You'll remain here forever." We went into the bedroom and sat on the sofa. Queen Isabel began the foreplay by tickling my feet while talking to me: "So Calista... Do you miss your old life? I've learned that you're still alive thanks to your tattoos. It didn't take me long to figure out that you'd been enslaved. And I see you've become quite tame, haven't you, little pet?" "Hihihi, I am Mistress, I'll do anything to please you." "My... you are a specimen. I must confess... I am very attracted to you. Still ticklish and still gorgeous... Let's speed things up, I want to test your goods." She stripped me naked and did the same. Her body was much more athletic than mine. And once again, I was attracted by my captor. Queen Isabel put me on her lap and gently fingered me. I let out a few little moans, it pained me to say it, but she was talented. "You want that I can tell. Even if you never realized it until this very moment. You need it more than anything." I couldn't agree more. Once aroused enough, Queen Isabel carried me to the bed. She was eager to taste my pussy and oh boy. Her licks were so soft and gentle. I'd totally forgotten she was the villain here. I moaned so loud, as much as the orgasm she'd just given me. For a few seconds, I was Kinky Calista again, before reality struck back. I was drained. But the Queen hadn't finished with me yet: "Come pet... It's time to worship your queen's feet! You'd better be grateful!" I complied immediately. I took the time to satisfy my mistress by softly sucking her toes. "Oh yes, that feels good! You've fulfilled your duty, slave Calista, you're coming with me. I've got big plans for you. Soon, the whole wide world will know about us." Queen Isabel kept her promise by removing my collar and taking me out of Libertalia. What she didn't tell me, however, was that I remained her slave, and that she could do whatever she wished with me. So I became her pack mule, with a new chained collar, a yoke to hold me on a leash and a white linen cloth to hide my nakedness. Together, we headed for the countryside west of Boston. "Mistress, if I may ask, are we almost there? I'm dirty, I'm sweaty and my feet itch." "Do I hear whining? Let me remind you how this works, slave. When you're mine, I'll use your body how I see fit, including selling it to others of course. I'll handle the small things like money and security. You won't have to worry about anything excepting pleasing me. Got it?" "Yes Mistress. I'm sorry... I... I'm all yours." "That's more like it. We'll be in Nuka World in a few days, Calista pet. You'll be slaving away to make us rich and famous, so... Just relax and enjoy the ride with your Queen."

The old woman took me to a small house located near the ranch. "Would you like anything? Supplies? Shoes?" "No thanks, I don't want to overstay my welcome." "Suit yourself. We've had some recent trouble with a pirate crew. They've set up shop in shantytown deeper in the forest, kidnapping people to sell them into slavery. Perhaps you've met them." "I've encountered a few lone bandits on the way, yes. They're gone now, and that's how I got this rifle!" "Well done, hija! But forgive me, you're not from around here, what's your story?" We sat on the front porch and I explained my journey, from leaving Boston by boat to this day. "Wow, it's been quite a trip! And I guess you want to go home, right?" "Exactly, I saw a lighthouse on the coast. Given its condition, people live there. Maybe they spotted my boat or know where I could take one." "You've got great perception! We do business with them, when we're not being attacked. Maybe you could help us. You've got a firearm, it's quite rare around these parts. I'm asking you to get rid of just one person, their leader. Get the general then the soldiers will give up without a fight." "I can do that, yes. If you promise to help me leave this place." "Agreed, I promise. Shall we go inside?" "You can stay here for the night. Your best chance would be to attack just before sunset. 3 a.m. might be appropriate. When you leave for the lighthouse, follow the main roads and don't venture out. Coastal pirates are far more vicious than those next to us." "Many thanks to you! I'll be back in one piece with your help!" "I'm sure you will! Good luck on your journey." I lay down on the sofa. The house had no roof and I could see the stars emerging as night began to fall. I had a quick assassination to do before reaching the lighthouse. I didn't mind, because the reward was a trip back to Boston. Once back, I'd deal with Queen Isabel and return to Katy. A simple plan for a peaceful life. Shantytown, around 3 a.m. I took up position on some rocks above the shantytown. There wasn't much to observe, my feet dangling perhaps, but otherwise I saw a couple of guards trying not to fall asleep at their posts while others made the rounds. I was looking for a muscular guy with a helmet on his head, that was the chief's general description I asked for before leaving the ranch. Once I had spotted him, I drew my rifle and aimed. Muscular man, helmet on his head, Spanish words given to his troops, it was definitely the leader. To be sure of killing him, I decided to shoot his upper torso, the least muscular part of his body. The shot woke up the whole slum. The pirates would soon be hunting me down, and I couldn't stay there. To get to the lighthouse, I had to take a road guarded by a pirate stationed in a tower. He was looking for me with his sniper rifle. Too bad he didn't know which rocks I was hiding behind. After my second shot, I ran away from the pirates. There was no point in wasting the few bullets I had left on them. I followed the moonlit dirt road to an abandoned village, one of my checkpoints before reaching the lighthouse. I made my way to the small village square, joined by the dawn and its chirping early birds. I could see the mountain from here, the main hub of my Costa Rican adventure. All I had to do was climb it and head back down to the coast on the other side. My ascent had gone perfectly, and I didn't meet a soul in the heights. The lighthouse hadn't moved since the last time, which was a good thing. It could have been attacked or destroyed in a matter of days. The main road led back down towards the coast. I still had some ground to cover, but my goal was in sight. I was almost arrived, but decided to take a break at a roadside cottage with its own greenhouse. Like the village, this one looked abandoned, but I remembered yesterday's conversation with the elderly woman - there could be pirates around here. As a precaution, I pulled out my rifle and headed for the front door. After inspecting the door to see if it was booby-trapped or not, I kicked it in with my foot. Everything seemed normal, the house had just been abandoned by its residents. I wanted to pick up some supplies before getting to the lighthouse. I'd forgotten a key part of the conversation with the elderly woman: pirates lay vicious traps. I stepped on a pressure plate hidden under the carpet and a grenade rolled to my feet. It exploded instantly, releasing a gas that asphyxiated me and made me pass out. When I woke up, I had been disarmed and stripped of my leather armor. I was tied to a post with my breasts exposed, in a rather awkward position. I stared at the small group of pirates who had picked me up and placed me here. I was angry at them, but mostly, I was angry at myself for having been tricked once again. One of the female pirates came over and inspected me from head to toe before speaking: "Qui es tu, étrangère ? Tu ne ressembles pas aux autres que l'on capture ici." She spoke in French and wondered what I was doing here. They knew I wasn't from this part of the world. "Fuck you, bitch!" "Une fille qui parle anglais ! Fascinant ! Le boss sera ravi de faire ta connaissance. Amenez la au cargo et apportez le joug, au cas où elle tente quelque chose." I was going to be taken to their base in a... joug? I couldn't translate that word and that didn't sound good. So the French word joug meant yoke. It was a device quite unpleasant to bear. In its physical form, because I could no longer use my hands for anything, and in its moral form, because I felt like a draught animal. I was escorted to the pirate base, with the man in front and the woman behind with her rifle pointed at my buttocks. I'd had better endings to my former vacations. We kept walking along the beach, the midday sun beating down on us. I had a gift for getting myself into perilous situations... To spice things up halfway around the world with pirates who spoke French. It was hopeless to try an escape without the risk of being shot. I would have to endure what was to happen next and find a way. The pirates halted by a boat stranded on the beach. I was forced to kneel while they examined it. I didn't need to know any further. It was my boat, and it wouldn't take them long to find out. The pirate woman stared at me to keep me subdued while the pirate man talked to her: "Une jolie fille et un bateau échoué, quelles sont les chances ? Tu penses que c'est le sien ?" "Je ne sais pas et j'm'en fous. Elle a de beaux seins cependant. J'ai hâte de m'occuper d'elle !" "Faudra voir ça avec le boss. On devrait y aller, les autres s'occuperont du navire." Perverted bitch, she was leering at my breasts! The pirates' base was a massive cargo ship also washed up on the Costa Rican coast. I could see dozens of them... it reminded me of an old factory in Boston. I was in a real quagmire, and it would get even worse after dealing with the pirates' captain. I was locked up in a cage on the cargo ship. Several minutes later, a man with a ridge and a killer's grin came and sat down. The pirate leader himself had come to check on his merchandise, me: "My men told me they'd picked up a priceless treasure on the coast, and they didn't disappoint. You're gonna fetch a nice fortune when I find you a buyer. An American girl, right? I heard they had a pretty good slave network up there." "Screw you and your men! I've slaughtered dozens like you, you don't scare me." "Did someone ever tell you the definition... of insanity? That's exactly how you sound, a disillusioned lunatic. Look where you are, trapped like a fucking rat! But don't worry, we've got plenty of time to fix that." "You won't get away with it, I'll make you pay!" "Keep talking, girl. In the meantime, we'll have to remedy this attitude disorder. Maybe spending some time with the crew will ease your mind. If you behave this badly, I'll let them deal with you as they see fit." "You won't break me that easily, I've been through worse!" "Is that a challenge? I'll accept it. We're going to take off those pants and gag you. You're going to be one of us until you're sold, sweet slave..." Completely naked and gagged, I was taken to a room, still yoked. A hooded pirate woman opened the door and saw me on the bed: "Hot new slave! Don't worry, I'll be nice to you." "Come on puppet, spread your thighs and let me work my magic." There was nothing I could do, no way to escape or struggle. I was going to have to endure their assault and resist with all my energy. Back in hell, from castaway to slave. I had to believe in my purgatory to save myself. After being soiled and humiliated by pirates for several days, they eventually found potential buyers. Remember my boat? Well, it was searched from top to bottom, and the pirates managed to contact a large group of raiders in the Commonwealth. I was bartered for guns and ammunition and sent back to Boston. I didn't think I would hate returning home that much. To celebrate my release, the pirate's leader decided to change my hairstyle, too rebellious for his taste: "Voilà, it's better like that! We'll miss you, American slave. We'll keep some of your hair as a souvenir. Bon voyage!" And thus concludes Act 5 (Chapters 21 to 24) of Calista's adventures. Will she manage to regain her freedom and complete her journey unscathed? To be determined in the final act! END OF ACT 5

I collapsed on the stairs. The roller coaster of emotions I just experienced got the better of me, I started to cry. Why did I screw up every good thing that ever happened to me? With each of my actions, an even worse one awaited me. Was I cursed? Among my good deeds, Katy heard my sorrows and came to comfort me. She was such a brillant child, I couldn't get her involved in the whole thing. I had tu pull myself together for this girl, and bring her to a safe place. After that, I will leave until I am forgotten. The first thing I had to do was regain my composure. To do so, I went to the bathroom and dyed my hair blonde. Queen Isabel knew what I looked like, I had to change my appearance. It was the first time in my life that I had this color and I was rather delighted with the rendering! "So Katy, what do you think of my new color, do you like it?" She looked at me with a huge smile. "I like it too! Thank you for your support earlier, I was a bit lost. You know what? I get dressed and we leave. Wiecek left me a boat and I want an adventure at sea!" Katy was even happier, she applauded to show her joy. We set out. I put on a mask to hide my face, just in case. Queen Isabel was far more powerful than she let on. If she was able to destroy the Diamond City cartel to take over, it meant she managed to make a deal with the corrupt mayor. It was none of my business anymore, I had a girl to look after before I departed from the Commonwealth. When we got close to the docks, I explained the upcoming events to Katy: "Hey kid, we're almost there! Once we reach the boat, I'll take off the mask. I'm a wanted woman now, apparently some people didn't like our train ride. I don't want you to be in danger so I'm going to take you to a very good friend of mine who runs a small town up north. He'll protect you and teach you all kinds of helpful tips!" Katy looked at me and agreed. I was expecting a more... dramatic reaction. I assumed wrong. The boat was docked between two piers, and sized perfectly for a sea voyage. "Wiecek never disappoints, did I ever tell you that? I love our ship, what do you think Katy?" She looked at it with a huge smile on her face. "That makes two of us! Come on, let's sail away my dear matey!" I started the engines and headed for Salem town. I also made the trip last as long as possible. I wanted to maximize my time with Katy. The land was so beautiful from the sea. You could almost forget about all the abominations that populated it. After a day of travel, we arrived in Salem at sunset. I radioed Barney to meet us at the dock. I enjoyed the last moments with Katy, she loved the trip. It pained me to leave such a young and spirited character behind, but I had no choice. I didn't think I would be able to forgive myself if something bad happened to her because of my mistakes. "Calista, what a surprise! Did you have a good time? Are you coming back to support the Salem militia?" "Hi Barney, sorry to disappoint you but no, I have to go. This is Katy and I want you to take care of her for a while. You'll be surprised at the things she can do. You told me I was always welcome here, so prove it by treating Katy right. I'll come back when I don't have any more threats hanging over my head." "Alright then. I wish you luck on your journey." I gave Katy one last hug and said goodbye while holding back my emotions: "You'll be fine here. I'm sorry to leave you, but when everything is back to normal, I'll be back for you Katy, I promise." She was sad during our embrace too. It made my heart break harder. I set course for the south. I returned to the deck and stared at Salem as it faded from the horizon. I didn't believe in God, but I did pray for Katy. "Whoever is listening, please spare Katy from the Commonwealth's perils." I was neither a saint nor a fiend. Just a woman survived in the harsh wastelands. Back on my own, I had to clear my head. I took off my shoes and painted my toenails. I did the same with my hands, removed my rings and painted my fingers too. I still had some white nail polish left over from when I worked with Kimy... It's been more than 4 months since, time went by so fast... It was a little thing, but it had the virtue of taking my mind off Wiecek and Katy and reminding me from my good times in Goodneighbor. I changed my clothes before going to bed. I didn't have to hide my breasts anymore so I just put some leggings on. Damn, the bad was comfy! I was going to have some amazing nights during this sea voyage. The boat was heading south. I didn't know where I was going to land but it was already warmer here even though it was supposed to be winter. A deserted island? A place spared from the bombs? It didn't matter. There were more important things at that moment. Like sunbathing and getting a little tan. Enjoying the little things. It was at twilight that the sea looked the most magnificent. The orange colors reflected on the blue sea gave a perfectly harmonious mix. Even the wastelands I followed was enhanced. Such a somptuous landscape, I could have stayed to admire it for the rest of my life. As the days passed, I tried to diversify my interests. I found a book, it was the story of a novelist with the writer's block. He went on vacation with his wife to a remote place in the Washington state to find fresh inspiration to write again. I was at the point where his wife was missing and he had to find her at Lovers Peak. The book was beautifully written and could have been adapted into many other media, if they still existed. After my reading session, I thought it might be time for a sunset workout. I was already dressed for the occasion, I just had to go on the deck and stretch my body. Always stay fit, even though I was in the quietest place on Earth. A week had gone by. I used the ship's radio to find out if there were any populated places in this part of the globe. "Can anyone hear me? This is the Lone Wanderer, I'm looking for supplies. I'm on a lonely journey, I'm not a threat. Please respond." I only had interference noises in return. That night, the sea was troubled. I saw a shipwreck on the horizon. For the moment, there was nothing dangerous. But then, it only needed one single storm to make me suffer the same outcome. I was worried, I was going to sleep with a certain amount of alertness. I was awakened by a sudden thunderstorm. The lightning illuminated the cabin which frightened me. I could hear the raindrops pounding on the boat's hull. I had to go outside to lower the sail. If I lost it, my navigation system would be useless and I would be stranded at sea for good. I put on a tank top, a jacket and a pair of boots before going on deck. It wasn't a heavy rain, but the sea became quite turbulent again. I hurriedly lowered the sail and tied it with rope. I hoped that would be enough to secure it. The sea created a wave that hit the boat. I lost my balance and went overboard. My head hit the water's surface so hard that I was disoriented. I could see myself sinking helplessly to the ocean bottom as the boat moved away. I managed to hold on for a few more seconds before passing out, letting the sea suck me away.

The orange wagon led to another train that was leaving the station. It was very short, with a total of four cars. I found a mattress to put Katy on, she was struggling to stay alive. Poor child... "How the hell can I help you? Please Katy, don't die now!" She stopped breathing. I couldn't let her go, I had to do something. I tried to revive her by doing CPR (CardioPulmonary Resuscitation) to get her heart pumping again. "One, two, three! One, two, three! Please Katy, come back to life!" I was able to restart her heart but she was still very weak. I had almost forgotten what I picked up earlier in the day. I grabbed the other Stimpak from my breastplate and stuck it in her chest. I hoped it would be enough to get her back on her feet. I waited for the Stimpak to kick in. When I saw Katy put her hand on her chest and move her head, I was comforted and glad, it worked and she seemed to feel better! She was going to need some rest. This would give me time to find out who was in control of our train. I was exhausted, filthy as hell, and my feet were aching, but I had one last thing to do tonight: figure out who was in the driver's seat and where the train was going. I climbed the crates between the car and the locomotive. I knew one thing for sure, I would sleep soundly after all that drama in a single day. I moved carefully until the doors of the locomotive opened and the pilot held me at gunpoint. "Freeze! Put your hands behind your head woman." "Okay, I surrender! Please, I don't want any trouble!" "What's that light around your neck? Are you a fucking slave???" "Look, it's not what you think, I've been through a bad day." "Like I give a shit. Get on your knees, slowly." "I'll come down and join you. If you try anything, I'll shoot you. Do you hear me, bitch?" I was bound to act quickly, the second he lost his focus, I had to get rid of him. My gun was still safely tucked into my breastplate. It was him or me and my choice was already made. The second he looked down at the crate I drew my revolver and dove forward. I aimed at his head and blew it off with a clean shot. That was my last stunt for the night, I was done, I just wanted to go home. I went into the train control room. I started looking at the dashboard until my eyes caught a map hanging on the wall that was not unknown to me. It was the map of the Boston area, my home... The terminal that controlled the steering system was running on voice recognition. "New destination, Boston, Massachusetts. Avoid the main roads, take the safe lanes." "Processing. ETA: 3 days." Now I could sleep peacefully. I slept like a baby in the driver's seat. I was so dead tired, my body needed a good break. I had managed to find a roughly cozy position where I put my dirty feet on the dashboard. They also required some care and attention. I was awakened by the sun's rays coupled with the railroad tracks' rattle. Outside, Katy was looking at the landscape, sitting cross-legged on some crates. She found a sniper rifle, the smart one! I joined her to formally introduce myself: "Hi sweetie! My name is Calista. You seem to be feeling better, I'm so relieved! It's safe now, we're going to my place in Boston, is that alright for you?" Katy didn't answer me. Instead, she stared at what I still had around my neck. I had completely forgotten about the collar, slave life habit... But this little girl was able to take it off! I sat down in front of Katy. She pulled a black rectangular object from her pocket and connected it to the collar. I moved my head slightly away to let her work some magic. After a few seconds, I heard several beeps and the pressure on my neck stopped. Katy took the collar and threw it into the wastelands we were traveling across. "Thanks Katy, my guardian angel!" She threw herself at me and kissed my forehead. I hugged her back. We had helped each other. I saved her life earlier, Katy saved me from being a slave. Maybe it wasn't a coincidence that we met, maybe our destinies were meant to be the same. The three days of traveling flew by. I learned that Katy was mute, about half my age, a terrific markswoman with her rifle, and that she loved to venture out. I identified with her a lot, without the slavery aspect. The train had stopped under a station in Goodneighbor. We had gathered all the supplies from the train stored in a backpack. I got off first, and offered my help to Katy. "Take my hand, sweetie!" She pointed her finger at my bare feet. "Yes I know, I have no shoes and I couldn't find any on the train! Just hand me yours, I'm sure I can fit in them!" Even though Katy couldn't talk, she was very smart and very sassy. She apologized in her own way, making a heart with her fingers. "How funny darling... Mocking a barefoot woman... You're lucky I like you! Besides, we've arrived! Are you ready to discover my place?" I was so excited to get home, I took Katy's hand and started running up the station's stairs. "Come on cheeky girl! Let's see if you can keep up with a woman wearing no shoes!" She wasn't the only one who was clever at being sassy, I could be a little bitch too. And I had a lot more experience than Katy in this department. I took the longest bath of my entire life. The dirt I had accumulated over the past week required a good hour to wash off. Katy was reading vintage comics at the counter. Until something unexpected happened: "Well, look who's early on our schedule!" Wiecek had just arrived, I rushed into his arms. I was happy to see him again, and why I had fought so hard to get back to Boston. Because in the end, when our arms were around each other, all the worries went away. We had a lot to catch up on. I first made the introductions between him and the little girl I had rescued a few days ago: "Wiecek, this is Katy. Katy, this is my boyfriend Wiecek. To make it short, I met Katy when I came back to Goodneighbor. She was sick so I brought her back to my place to take care of her." I was still reluctant to tell Wiecek the whole story, I had to tell him about my findings during that night before I was abducted. "Katy honey, can you go play in the bedroom? I need to talk to Wiecek." She pointed dubiously at the room behind me. "Yes, please. I'll tell you about that life another time, okay?" "Calista, you don't have to take the kid away, I wasn't planning on sticking around anyway." "Oh, don't you dare say that to me! I need to tell you everything I've been through this week first." We sat down in the kitchen. I made myself some tea and explained my recent events to Wiecek: "The robbery went well, I had evidence to prove the cartel was involved in the slave trade. That was before I got into a fight with Isabel. She beat me up and turned me over to her slave-trading friend where I ended up tied up on a train. I was forced to struggle for a whole day to get out of that hell. Katy was there, we saved each other. It took us three days on a different train to get back to the Commonwealth. That's it, you know the full story, more or less. What about you, why did you come sooner? Are you going on a trip?" "Wow, that's a heck of a ride! But it now explains what happened this week. You created a monster. This chick, the Queen as she called herself, got into an argument with Liemanto over what happened to her. And guess what, she killed him. Mykola too. Luckily I wasn't with them at the time. I didn't hesitate, I sold the house to the mayor and got the hell out of Diamond City." "He wanted to play in the big league, he got what he deserved." "Damn it Calista, can you think any better? The cartel is gone, and we're next on her hit list! Especially you." I took his advice and sat down to think this through. I had to get past my trauma caused by those slavering scum. "Look Calista, we need to split up. I'm really sorry, but it's for our own sake. I'm going back to my family in the Pittsburgh area. With the house's sale, I bought you a boat, here is its key. It is docked at the Four Leaf Fishpacking Plant factory. You've often told me about your passion for sea travel, so I thought you'd be pleased. Leave Boston and don't come back. Farewell, my love." "Farewell Wiecek." We hugged one last time on the stairs. For the first time in the Commonwealth, I felt an emotion from an age long past: the sadness of a breakup. I was devastated, it had affected me so much that I was troubled by it.

"Great, I'm going to enjoy breaking you, slave. Soon, you'll be my little pet. Let's see what's behind those rags." I was in bad shape, I had to do something. By stripping me, she would find the gun I had stashed and I wouldn't have a chance to get out of this mess. I couldn't let that happen. I gathered my last strength and hit her ears with my palms. It was enough to throw her off balance. I drew the gun hidden in my pants and shot her twice in the stomach. "Back off bitch, don't touch me!" I hurriedly grabbed her remote, I've had enough electroshock for a while. The raider boss crawled to a wall, squeezing her stomach. I held her at close range, with the remaining bullet in the revolver. "Damn, hurt by a fucking slave. I was too reckless..." "Any last wishes before joining your buddies?" "Yeah, I hope you suffer you filthy slave! Someone will get you, remember that." "And he'll face the same outcome as yours, bitch." The car now pacified, I searched the other booths. I hit the jackpot with one of them. A couple of stimpaks (I could use one right now), a metal chest piece, metal leg wraps and a sniper rifle that used .50 caliber ammunition. With this equipment, no raider was ever likely be able to resist me. I also found some pants and a knife. Damn and obviously no shoes in my size, it would have been perfect... I geared up with all the equipment, tied my hair and opened the next doors. I was ready to fight, despite the collar firmly tightened to my head. "Let's go, bring it on!" The landscape had changed, we were now in a dry area. The sun was even hotter in the afternoon. The raiders had set up a small camp where they discussed and ate. I could see them from my spot, hidden behind cargo crates. I apologized for ruining their little party, but I needed some practice targets to train my new toy. The sniper rifle did fearsome damage. Even with chest protection, the raiders fell in one shot. I didn't bother aiming for the head. While I was fighting, there was another fight a few cars away, between a convoy of trucks and the locals on the train. I recognized the symbol on one of the vehicles, Gunners. Were they trying to take over the train too? I didn't care, I eliminated the last survivors and jumped on the truck. I came back on the train, killing every raider that blocked my path. It had become too easy, but the bullets were running out. I took the high ground, as the next cars could only be entered from above. It was time for the big dive. All the raiders were dead and I emptied my last magazine. I only had the revolver hidden in my breastplate plus the knife. I prayed for the collar not to react in the water or I was doomed. I reached the ledge. I was so filthy that the water didn't clean me. Luckily the collar was a real little technological gem, nothing happened. I was starting to get exhausted from the whole train ride, but I still had a few more cars to go. The last cars were not occupied. Maybe because of the Gunners' assault ? It didn't matter, I still had a bit of walking and climbing to do. I stepped onto the ladder of one of the cars to get a view from the top. I was almost there ! I could see the locomotive, three cars away. The catch was that I noticed a man guarding the door to get inside. He seemed to have a long melee weapon, I had a knife. The odds were not on my side but I always liked being the underdog. The fight began. I managed to dodge his first heavy blow by ducking. The raider was fast and agile, I needed to match his level to beat him. But first, I had to get closer to bring my knife within reach. I tried to stab him in the throat, the raider countered my attack with his STOP sign. He thought he had the upper hand on me, that he was going to crush me like the lowly slave that I was. All it did was make me willing to do everything to take him down. I used my knife stuck in his melee weapon to kick him in the balls. This was enough to destabilize him. I had no qualms about playing it dirty, especially since I was at a disadvantage fighting barefoot. I turned this weakness into a strength. To finish off the staggering raider, I jumped on him, shoving the knife into his chest. Gravity added to the train's speed finished the job. Fuck him. The train had slowed down and then halted completely. I had reached the last car before the locomotive. Inside, I found some rounds for my revolver, finally! The day was ending, I didn't know where I was, a transit station maybe? I heard noise coming from outside, primitive shouting. The last raiders would soon meet Calista the warrior. I discretely walked towards the place where the noises were coming from. Oh my God... The raiders had formed a circle and beaten the slaves to death. What was wrong with them? I was irritated, no one deserved to die like that. I only had 6 bullets and there were about a dozen shitheads in the ring. Maybe the station had some heavier stuff to clean up the area. I retraced my steps and found my happiness inside a cart. "Well, well... That should do it, hehe." I moved with the minigun towards the raiders in the circle. When they saw a threatening slave girl with a heavy weapon, they started to hide. The bold ones wanted to attack me and that was their last mistake of their pathetic existence. "Taste my wrath you bastards!" I fired until I ran out of rounds. This is what happened when a barefoot woman had a vendetta against raiders. They were all dead. I dropped the minigun and joined the circle. As I walked among the bodies, I heard a voice coming from a wagon. "Hey! Is anyone still alive? Please come or she will die!" I got into the car. Inside, an enslaved man was kneeling down and handcuffed. He was so tall that he was almost my height while on his knees. "Holy crap! Are you okay? It's clear outside!" "Thanks sister! Untie me and grab Katy in the back, we need to get out of here! She's the only one who can get our collars off." I didn't notice her, but she was the girl in critical condition. We had to act fast. I took the handcuffs off the giant. He watched outside while I dragged the little girl towards the car doors. The man helped me off to climb down. Not far away, a pack of raiders stormed their way into the circle. "Looks like we have company. Quick, grab Katy and run to the orange wagon! I'll hold them off. Try to save her okay?" I heard the giant and the raiders fighting behind me. I sincerely hoped he would win, but now I was in charge of little Katy, who was barely breathing. "Hang in there kid, I'll get you out of this! Just keep breathing! Everything will be okay, I promise!" END OF PART 2

Another day later. I opened my eyes with difficulty, my head was aching. I had just come out of a two-day coma and the first thing I heard was a car on metal tracks. I was still naked and tied up with a lot of filth on my skin. A well-known collar had been placed around my neck. Oddly enough, I hadn't missed it. When my vision regained focus, I looked inside the wagon. There were more slaves. The ones at the back were dead. The guy on the left seemed lost in his thoughts while the woman on the right was suffering from an unbearable pain in her stomach. The man standing was the only one who didn't seem to be affected by anything. When he saw me raising my head, he approached me. "Holy shit! You're still alive! Let me help you get those ropes off." "Th... thank you." "They must have really hated you to leave you naked with us. Check the car's back if you can grab anything that fits you. It's not like they'll mind, poor people... We'll talk after." I moved towards the bodies, I had some difficulty to regain my balance. I was sorry to do this, but I had to dress up a little. One of the women had some ragged clothes that fit me. Pants and a linen strip to cover my breasts were quite enough. On top of that, she had managed to hide a bobby pin in one of her pockets, that was going to be useful. I felt better despite the hunger and thirst. We had to get out of here. "Okay, do you know where we're going? Can you fight?" "Mmh. I believe the train is heading south. I heard the raiders talking about a place called Miami." The woman didn't seem to be in pain anymore and joined the conversation. The other guy was still in his world of thoughts. "I'm so scared, I don't want to die!" "Hey, calm down woman, I have a bobby pin to open the car. We can escape!" "We don't know how to fight, but if can slow down the train, we can flee. I'll help you open the door, you'll be on your own afterwards." The man helped me open the car's sliding door. I was not expecting to see such a beautiful landscape with an extreme fear of the void that stood below our feet. I had the man's support while the other girl was stunned, as was I, by the scenery and how fast it passed by." "Alright, good luck woman! Try to catch the Midnight Express. It's a prisonword for... escape. I hope it will stop around here." "Thank you, I will try my best." I followed the small platform that led me to the train's rear. A ladder was there. I used it to climb up and therefore jump from car to car, hoping not to encounter any raiders along the way. From the car tops, I did not see any raiders. I jumped carefully, I tried not to exhaust myself too much, my body was quite weak. I had to find something to feed myself and something to fight with. I heard some noise ahead so I lay down. A raider was sitting in the chair, taking a good nap thanks to the empty beer bottles. I was about to make this one permanent. I grabbed her from behind, chocking her to death. I was pissed off, I had a grudge against all those slave raider bastards. She was the first to die and she wasn't going to be the last. I would wipe out all those scumbags until the train stopped, or I would die trying. She was guarding a wagon with supplies in it. Water next to a duffel bag. Inside, canned food and a revolver with three bullets left. I would only use it as a last resort. However, a sledgehammer caught my eye. I deserved a little snack break before trying this new tool on the raiders. The next car was filled with several raiders. I hadn't been detected yet and I was going to take advantage of it. One of the men saw an angry shadow, armed with a rather heavy sledgehammer. He screamed in fear. Too bad the railroad tracks muffled his voice. I used the sniper rifle from my previous encounter to take some raiders from the car with the boat. When I ran out of bullets, I picked up the sledgehammer and kept going. The adrenaline was flowing through my veins, I was unstoppable, just like that raider girl felt when she received my melee weapon in the belly. I noticed a zip line on the roof of that car. I decided to use it to quickly reach the train's front end. There were no other raiders left at the moment, so I was sure I wouldn't get shot at when I was coming down. I was unleashed. The drug gone from my body had awakened my full capabilities. After my little zip line ride, the next car was blocked by an endless amount of crates. I had to jump on the iron bars that were sticking out on the right side of the train. I wasn't afraid, I knew I was going to make it. I arrived in a car made of containers. Some were used for storage, others as resting places for the raiders. This gentleman was going to die in his sleep, I spared him from worse. He had a rifle and ammunation that would be very useful in my quest for revenge. A small wooden staircase led to the next containers. I used it as a hiding spot to eliminate the patrolling raiders, starting with the one holding a missile launcher on the car's top. What the hell was that creature? A huge kind of bear was sitting in a cage. I was going to need more firepower to kill it and move on. I knew where to find that kind of power. I managed to climb onto the wagon top and retrieved the missile launcher from the raider's body. Three missiles, that's what this mutant creature would eat. "Say hello to my little friend!" Maybe I went a little too hard. The rockets killed the creature, but the car would soon go off the rails too. I didn't hesitate, I jumped down and ran for safety the fastest way I could. After a few moments, there was a small explosion and the rear cars came apart. At least, my fellow slaves companions would be able to escape, I wished them luck. Not every raider was an idiot. One of them had managed to set up tatos (a mixture of potato and tomato), corn and mutant fruit crops. When you lived on a train, you had to be self-sufficient. I didn't know what was waiting for me in the next closed car, I took some food before going through the doors. More raiders, what a surprise! They were chatting in the bar carriage, paying barely any attention to the barefoot slave who had them in her crosshair. I had enough bullets left to send them to the next world. That was their fate, for each and every one of these scums. With the bar cleaned, I kept advancing. It had to happen. The car's boss emerged from one of the booths with a remote control and activated it. My collar made a clicking noise before I received an electric shock that made me scream and lose my weapon. "Where are you going, slave? You should have stayed with the others. I'll make you pay!" She pressed the remote until I was on the ground, unable to resist from the electric shocks that were affecting my entire body. "So you're the rebellious girl I've heard about. Like every slave, they need to understand their rightful place. Luckily for that, I have this remote and you have that collar around your neck. Now that you seem cooled down, I'm going to molest you." END OF PART 1