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I lost track of time. Weeks? Months? I had become a junkie willing to do anything to get her fix, the collar around my neck no longer weighed so much. The raiders shaved my head and added some tattoos to my body. To them, I was their pet. Who had I become? A shadow of who I was. On a nasty rainy day, I got a special assignment. To serve the people of Diamond City. It was the first time I'd been this far from the old shack. The man who had kidnapped me was in charge of escorting me and making sure I did the job right. "Listen Vaultslave, when we get to town, I'll explain what you need to do. If you do it right, you'll have a chance to come back. Trust me, it's what's best for you." Without realizing it, the rain washed over me slightly. I was busy thinking about my next dose of Jet, if this was the opportunity to get even more... Diamond City... A pre-war stadium that served as the main city in the Commonwealth lands. I remembered seeing a baseball game in those days... Old memories from the past always hurt a little. Once inside, the man led me to a quiet area. "You don't look like the same girl you did a few months ago. I still see that flame in your eyes. The one of wanting to escape and take off that collar. If you succeed in these few jobs, I will set you free. You have my word." I was led to the office of the head of security. This man had to get me a permit to be able to move and work on the street without problems. I bowed to him. "So you are the new girl. Broken for some time right? I'll take care of your permit. The rules are simple: do your job. Earn your caps. Give me a slice. You try anything, you end up in the hole. And trust me, you don't want to go there." "Well get up and show me the goods." I stood up and obeyed. "Mmh... Still a decent body. However, you can throw away those clothes. And a little grooming wouldn't hurt either. Wait in the jail cell until I do the paperwork." In the cell, I tried to think about what I had been told. He didn't seem to be lying about my desire to be free. If I had the chance, I had to take it. I would do anything to get rid of this drug craving. I waited a long time. I was afraid to end up here alone against the city guards. They were better equipped and tougher than the raiders I served. Doing this job right would earn me my freedom, no way I could fail. I washed up and put on some new skimpy clothes. I was even allowed to wear shoes, the first time since my captivity. I got used to living barefoot and even totally naked. I was not ashamed of my body but rather of how it was treated. The pain became secondary. "Hi honey, are you looking for a good time? I could take you on an all-night trip!" "Hey gentleman, want me to keep you company for tonight? I can do anything you wish." It was a long and rather well paid shift. The city's head of security got his cut and everything else to the man who was going to set me free one day. A few days later, I was taken for a ride with the master of the Corvega factory and some of his men. He tore off my clothes and forced me to act like a dog. "Good pet, look how strong we are in this world. Guys, loot them all and let's go home." The men took me to an abandoned store in Lexington. They tied me up with ropes and let their robot watch me. I was not secure. I still needed patience before I could run away. A few weeks later, everything almost came to an end. The Jet, the abuse, my body couldn't take it anymore. I could see the influence of the raiders diminishing. Not as strong and united as before. They were using more drugs and taking out their frustration on the slaves. In a way, it weaned me off. I didn't think about the Jet anymore and it was going to free me from this life. I returned to Diamond City where I worked. Too many clients, not enough time to recover. I passed out and was taken to a clinic. The two women who ran it were not supposed to take care of the slaves but for a favor... They were willing to treat me in exchange for studying my body. What was left of it. "A strange specimen. After all your body has been through, it's a miracle its still functional. I notice some abitlites that don't exist in the Wastelands, as if you came from before the war. Anyway, that's not possible, you're far too well preserved for a 200 years old woman!" If only she knew... I was blindfolded, I wasn't supposed to see how my miracle cure was created. That was the day. The nameless man came to pick me up, accompanied by his robot eyebot. "Listen carefully. We're going north. You have one last job to do before you can be free again. Let's go and stay close to me, the collar still works." "Do you remember this place? This is where we picked you up. In this trailer, there is a farmer's daughter. Her family was killed in a raid and she is the only survivor. Your job is simple. Kill her. I'll say you burned to death in an explosion or something like that. No one will know and you can start over somewhere else. Leave this place, you've seen what it's like." "Do I really have to kill this girl? I've never done this in my life, I don't know if I can do it..." "You have no other choice. It's either that or stay a slave until you die. Behind you are the clothes I gave you the first time we met. I'll give you half an hour." I went into the trailer. There was a girl tied up, scared. She looked lost, probably because of what had just happened in her life. When she raised her head, she spoke to me: "Please ma'am help me! I have nothing left, I want to get away from here, please set me free." I looked at her, still undecided what to do with her. And then I thought about everything I've been through these past few months. All the horrible things that have happened to me. The reason I was still alive was because I vowed to everything I could do to survive. "I'm so sorry. You don't want to live the life I have lived. You don't deserve this. I don't want to do it either but I don't have a choice..." I punched her in the face and used the switchblade stuck in the computer to kill her quickly. "It's done. Now set me free." "Finally you have what it takes to live in this world. It looks like your tamed life is coming to an end. I'm leaving the area, you should do the same, give yourself time to forget and heal, even if it won't be easy. The robot will take care of your tattoos and the collar. Your belongings from your capture are in the small shed. Farewell, vault dweller." And so ended my travels as a slave in the Commonwealth. I was exhausted and for the first time, I was happy about it. I could get out of here, make my own life. And when the time was right, I would take my revenge of all those raiders who dared to lay their hands on me.

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

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