Problems of Survivor

[Dojo_dude]

Does the Pain Generator 2000 ever get removed!

[AyseYenilmaz]

During the DIVIDE AND RULE quest in the sewer. I try to get the Jet for Sarah, so I fuck the Sewer Gangster. But he always does that inside the cage that is locked (I can't open it, hacking skills are too low). Then he gets out and I am stuck inside. Tried it a few times, always the same outcome ... What am I doing wrong?

[AyseYenilmaz]

Ha, somehow I managed to make the gangster my slave, got the password and eventually even escaped Deadpool. Yet I do have another question: Why doesn't Xana shoot? I gave her my best Mossberg Shotgun, ammo too, but she keeps using it like a melee weapon. Can't she shoot or do I have to equip her only with a certain weapon/gun/rifle?

[DSHV]

On 3/26/2025 at 7:28 PM, Dojo_dude said:

Does the Pain Generator 2000 ever get removed!

Yes, it can be removed by the same robot Cerb (later Cerberus) that gave it. But it doesn't have any negative effects.

On 3/28/2025 at 12:17 PM, AyseYenilmaz said:

Can't she shoot or do I have to equip her only with a certain weapon/gun/rifle?

I think it's in her AI package that she prefers melee. Although melee raiders can use guns. Are there any mods installed to change the AI in Fallout 4?

[AyseYenilmaz]

On 3/30/2025 at 11:26 AM, DSHV said:

I think it's in her AI package that she prefers melee. Although melee raiders can use guns. Are there any mods installed to change the AI in Fallout 4?

No, but I was thinking about installing the "Better Companions"-Mod. Maybe this would help?

[AyseYenilmaz]

And something else already: During the quest "People Management" I try really hard to train these stubborn slaves. But while I can convince one of them through charisma to obey, two of the others just resist for days already. I hit them, spit on them, put them in their box, fuck them, I ask my sweet slaver to help me and he fucks them too. But every time I go to the boss and tell him "slaves are trained", he just ignores me. What's the trick with this quest?

[lot3kwizadora]

Thanks for the mod.

Might just be my huge mod list or a conflict but I was getting a CTD after reloading a save after coming out of the vault for the first time.

I'm on NG and running 1.8.3 and the mod is last in my load order. I looked back the threads at noted someone mentioned 4est Raider overhaul using  "Grease Rat Garbs". (page 89 - thanks to that poster)

Whilst I didn't have that, I did disable the dependencies and now I can reload my saves and explore the wasteland.

 

Not spending any more time troubleshooting, just putting it here that disabling the following makes 1.8.3 work for me. 
Grease Rat Garbs - CBBE

Grease Rat Garbs - Raider Leveled List Patch

Grease Rat Garbs - Settler Leveled List Patch

 

[DSHV]

On 4/2/2025 at 5:09 PM, AyseYenilmaz said:

Maybe this would help?

Maybe.

On 4/2/2025 at 6:33 PM, AyseYenilmaz said:

What's the trick with this quest?

They have hidden parameters (you can find their global values in the readme). Each action adds values to their parameter. You need to abuse them many times, for example, put them in the box several times. If their dialogues change, then there is a progress.

[Dojo_dude]

20 hours ago, lot3kwizadora said:

Thanks for the mod.

Might just be my huge mod list or a conflict but I was getting a CTD after reloading a save after coming out of the vault for the first time.

I'm on NG and running 1.8.3 and the mod is last in my load order. I looked back the threads at noted someone mentioned 4est Raider overhaul using  "Grease Rat Garbs". (page 89 - thanks to that poster)

Whilst I didn't have that, I did disable the dependencies and now I can reload my saves and explore the wasteland.

 

Not spending any more time troubleshooting, just putting it here that disabling the following makes 1.8.3 work for me. 
Grease Rat Garbs - CBBE

Grease Rat Garbs - Raider Leveled List Patch

Grease Rat Garbs - Settler Leveled List Patch

 

Interesting.... I find my game does not start with PoS and Tales of the Commonwealth.

[DSHV]

Völsunga Saga 2 (first part)

Spoiler

Fanny: I came to pass the initiation ritual.
Oh, look at this - fresh meat thinks it’s got the guts to be our bossbitch. Initiation, huh? You’re gonna crawl through the shit we shovel, pet. We don’t hand out crowns here - we make you bleed for ‘em.
(The Pack) I've already done this with the Paсk. Come up with something of your own.
They made you crawl in shit? I wasn’t talkin’ about literal shit, pet - I meant the figurative shit of your miserable little life. We’re gonna carve it out of you, one slice at a time.
[Cherchez La Femme] You yourself will piss with joy when I become the alpha bitch here, sweety.
Um... okay. But you have to pass the challenge first. Ahem.
Yeah, yeah, you're a big, scary raider bitch. I'm already shaking with fear.
Oh, listen to this one! How much do you gotta love pain and humiliation to mouth off to me like that? Lucky for you, I’m generous.
I don't like this.
Relax, I wasn't talking about literal shit, I was talking about the figurative shit of your life.
Let's get started already.
Whoa, slow down, sick bitch! I wasn’t talkin’ about literal shit - I meant the figurative shit of your existence.

Strip down - everything off. Then you’re gonna let my crew get real close with their blades. Don’t flinch, don’t cry, let us dance our knives across you and maybe you’ll impress me. Maybe.
So I just have to stand naked? And this is all a challenge?
While we run knives over your skin. We'll run them everywhere, we'll examine everything. And you have to show that you weren't made with a finger and stand still and smile, I love smiling people.
On second thought, I’ll pass.
You won't gain respect through cowardice here. Quite the opposite.
[Sarcasm] Oh, great, a knife party on my boobs. Should I bring snacks?
Keep runnin’ that mouth, and we’ll cut it off. Strip, stand, and shut up—let’s see if you’ve got the guts to back up the sass.
I'm ready.
We'll see.
[You stripped down and were surrounded by Disciples with knives at the ready. Fanny presses the tip of her blade under your chin, forcing your head up to meet her gaze. “Look at you, pet,” she purrs, her voice dripping with mockery. “All exposed and nowhere to hide. Great tits, bitch, I just want to carve my name on them.”
The others close in, a knife grazes your arm - not deep, just enough to sting - and another brushes your ribs, teasing the edge of pain. You feel the steel dance across your back, your thighs, your lower slit, between your boobs, lifting them up, each touch a test of your resolve. Fanny’s eyes never leave yours, daring you to give in. “Maybe I should cut a heart on your cheek?"]
Not bad, pet. You’ve got thicker skin than I thought - didn’t even squeal. But we’re not done breaking you yet. Next trial’s simple: you’re gonna lie down on that filthy mattress over there and catch some shut-eye… while we keep our blades right where they are, nice and close. Sleep tight - or don’t. Your call.
No way. I’m not that desperate.
What’s this? Our little Overboss wannabe’s got limits? Fine, crawl back when you grow a spine. We’ll be waiting.
Alright, I’ll do it.
Good girl. Let’s see if you can dream with steel kissing your skin.
Fine. But if I sleep through this, you owe me respect.
Respect? Ha! Sleep first, then we’ll talk.
[Sarcasm] Oh, a sleepover? How cozy. Do I get a bedtime story too?
Keep flapping that mouth, and I’ll carve you a lullaby. Go on, lie down - let’s see if you’re still cracking jokes with knives at your throat.
[END>5] I’ve slept through worse. Let’s go.
Tough bitch, huh? Alright, prove it. Get on the mattress.
Get your ass over there.
[You shuffle toward the dirty mattress. The stained fabric reeks of sweat and rust as you lower yourself onto it, every muscle tense. The raiders close in, their knives hovering inches from your flesh - some press lightly against your arms, your legs, your neck. Cold steel grazes your skin with every breath you take, a constant reminder of their control. Fanny looms overhead, her voice a low growl: “Close those pretty eyes, pet. Let’s see if you can drift off with death this close.”
Your heart pounds as you try to relax, the weight of their stares and blades pinning you down. A knife shifts slightly, pricking your side - just enough to jolt you awake if you start to fade. The Disciples snicker, waiting for you to fail. Sleep feels impossible, but giving up means they win.] (Sex)
Steel Nerves: +1 END for 24 hours.
I performed the sleep trial.
Now see those bottles on the stairs? You have to go up the stairs and drink them. There's a surprise inside each bottle. Oh yeah, you're not supposed to use your hands, just your mouth.
What is included in these surprises?
Basically, what we blew, spat out, squeezed out of our meat holes. Glad you asked, pet?
[Sarcasm] Ah, my every Friday.
This can be your every day, just ask, you're an overbitch after all.
Maybe later.
Of course, the bottles won't go anywhere, they'll be waiting for you. And stewing. And marinating.
I'm ready!
Bon appetit, bitch.

Did I pass the Disciples' initiation ritual?
Don't breathe on me with your mouth! You are now a great and terrible Overbitch! Congratulations! Here's your prize - knife panties. Hang this chain on your hips, and cover your slit with the hanging knive.
Knife Panties - While they are in your inventory you gain +25 damage to knives.

Is this the end of the initiation ritual?
You’ve got one more job - somethin’ real special. You’re gonna serve the slaves. Yeah, you heard me - get down in the muck with the collars, scrubbin’ floors. They get to laugh at you, spit on you, fuck you, whatever they want.
Being a overboss sucks.
With great power comes great responsibility. In entertainment of your gangs.
It's a very strange challenge to become the actual owner of these lands.
And what?
I'm not here to grovel for slaves.
Oh, you don’t get it, do you? This ain’t a negotiation. You wanna wear the Overboss hat? You eat the dirt first. Go on, or we’ll drag you there ourselves.
If that’s what it takes, I’ll do it.
Fuck, you are one hell of a degenerate, I wanted to say very purposeful and unprincipled. Look at you, all eager to please. Get movin’, pet - the slaves are waitin’ to have some fun with their new toy.
Go and become the slave of slaves in every gang. Shoo-shoo! [Slaps your ass]

 

Male slaves of the Disciples: I'm your slaves, sirs.
Slave 1: I didn't believe it until the end, but it's true. We'll have this chance once in our slave life. I have to take full advantage of it. [He begins to roughly molest your body and lick your skin]
Slave 2: We need to quickly take revenge for all the years of humiliation. [He grabs you by the hair and starts spitting in your mouth profusely] 
Slave 1: You speak the truth! [He grabs your boobs and squeezes them and tries to stretch them in different directions as far as possible]
Slave 2: Yeah! Fuck this bitch! [He, still holding you by the hair, begins to slap your cheeks hard, causing your eyes to water from the pain]
Slave 1: Now you will lick all our feet and try to lick off all the years of dirt, knowing that after that we will fuck you hard, like wet toilet slut.
I won't do that.
[He punches you in the stomach] You're new to this slave business, so I'll enlighten you - slaves can't refuse orders. You will suck, lick and fuck with your holes as long and much and like billy-oh as you are ordered. I said lick - that's mean lick!
[Sarcasm] As fellow slaves can we vote whether I will lick your feet? I vote that I will not lick.
Slave 1: I vote you will lick.
Slave 2: I vote you will lick.
- [Sarcasm] Damn, I'll have to lick then. I hate democracy.
And I love it. It's a pity that we live in a slave-owning feudal society. Now lick them already!
[Speech Challenge] Let's skip this unhygienic procedure and get down to fucking me.
You should see our dicks, your fucking won't be hygienic either, so get on the floor and tongue out!
Well, if you ask so politely, then how can we offend a lady? To fucking you!
Yes, sirs. Thank you, sirs.
Are you sure you weren't a slave before? You're so natural!
[You drop to the ground, help the slaves take off their shoes and begin to lick their feet. You rub your tongue between their toes, looking into their eyes as other feet wait their turn onto your ass or back. Finally your tongue turned black with dirt and their legs returned to their skin color.]
Now it's time to unpack this juicy bitch.
My turn!
Okay, go, we still have so much work to do, we are slaves.

 

Female slaves of the Operators: I'm your slaves, ma'ams.
Slave 1: Great, wash the floors here...
Slave 2: Wait, let's make fun of her while we can still make fun of someone.
Slave 1: I don't care, the main thing is that I won't be the one washing the floors at least once.
Slave 2: Come here, yet clean bitch.
[She attached a board with spikes to your skin to each of your boobs, stomach, ass, and back. Then she tied them tightly with belts, pinning your arms to your sides. She shoved a dirty, smelly rag into your mouth and dropped you to the floor. You begin to crawl on the floor and wash it in your saliva and wipe it with a rag in your teeth. The spikes cruelly pierce your flesh, and the slave hurries you by pressing her foot to your ass board or simply kicking you.]

 

Male and female slaves of the Pack: I'm your slaves, sir and ma'am.
Slave 1: Let's play with her the favorite raider game.
Slave 2: I don't know, it's kind of cruel.
Slave 1: You yourself want to return pain to someone, I know it.
Slave 2: Okay, but then we'll fuck her.
Slave 1: Listen here, slave's slave. We will kick the air, and your task is to catch as many of our blows as possible with your stomach. The one who hits you more will win. You yourself are interested in receiving the strongest blows, so that the loser is weaker, because he will take revenge on you for losing.
[Scary Wench] I'm afraid you'll break all your legs in this game.
Mmm... thanks for the advice. Then we'll skip this game.
I don't agree to play with you.
Why is that?
[Sarcasm] The Olympics have changed a lot in recent years.
What are you mumbling about? Get your belly ready for a trashing.
Let's play. I won't let you down, owners.
You must not tense your stomach so that our legs enter the soft, pleasant mass, understand, boobed ball?
[They starts kicking the air in different directions and you rush between them, sliding on the ground to catch hits with your stomach. You tried to relax your stomach as you were told. At the end the kickers became bolder and did not hold back their blows, so that you flew slightly to the side from them. At the end, when a pulsating agony formed in the middle of your body, the slavegirl wins. The slaveman grabs you by the hair, lifts you up and begins to punch you wherever he could. You put your hands behind your head and endured, your whole body while shaking under the blows.]
Slave 1: Wow, what a nice blue-red skin tone, what a nice tenderized softened skin. It's clear why raiders love to play this game. I feel like the ruler of fate!
Slave 2: Now I'm going to fuck you. Couldn't you fly faster under my blows?

 

I was abused by slaves.
And what do you think about them now?
Every blow is justified!
Now you are ready to become the owner of these petty people.
[Idiotic Slut] Sorry, who? I don't understand who is who, but my last abuses were great, I'm all wet from it.
I don't think anything - all the brains have been fucked out of me.
Ah, I keep forgetting that we have a new bimbo boss.
Poor unfortunate people, they were so embittered by life in slavery.
And here's what you do - heal their malice, as well as ours. With your kindness, care and sucking cocks. I'm sure it will help.
Regarding these slaves, what should be done with them?
Nothing, it was part of the trial.
Got it, overbitch.
Fucking kill them!
Now you speak the language of the overboss!
Free them and give them money.
I will tell everyone what to do to win your favor.
Free the men and punish the women.
So you are in favor of slavecunts? I understand.
Well, you've done everything we could imagine. You've passed the initiation ritual, albeit poorly and slowly. Now you're officially an overbitch!
Wait, I thought I was doing a ritual for the overboss title.
So you are an overfool. The whole park wiped their feet on you. Of course you will receive a humiliating title, not a majestic one.
Thank you, I will try to live up to this title.
Yeah, suck cocks, fuck your subordinates, that's enough.
Go fuck yourself!
No, you go, bitch.
Okay, that was fun and hot, I have to give you that.
Damn, I'm glad I met such a crazy bitch.
Let's fuck. Oh, why am I asking?

You are now officially an Overbitch. Congratulations. You have worked hard and suffered for this title, which gives you nothing but a lack of respect. Congratulations again. Oh, and if you have exactly 0 caps, you will get +1 SPEC_AL.

What do you think? I could use a little motivation. I'm also thinking about an alternative way to get into the DLC, directly in place of Overbitch, but that would most likely break something. I can add this alternative path to it after I release the add-on and everyone will test it.

Edited April 10, 2025 by DSHV
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[Alturistix]

2 hours ago, DSHV said:

 I'm also thinking about an alternative way to get into the DLC, directly in place of Overbitch, but that would most likely break something. I can add this alternative path to it after I release the add-on and everyone will test it.

Yeah that's likely to break something. I would suggest something like hypnosis that compels you to "earn" the title of Overboss. Maybe something that the slave of Colter gives you? Or maybe an NPC tells you that you have received information in a dead drop at some mail box or container somewhere, and when you go there to open the dead drop, a liquid sprays in your face and makes you dizzy (Black Screen). While you are dizzy a robot comes in front of you and starts playing a buzzing sound. When you recover, the robot is gone, and unbeknownst to you, you've just been hypnotized with a keyword "Initiation Ritual". If you have a WIS 8+ or INT 10, you can throw it off when someone mentions it to you, or go with the flow and succumb to hypnosis.

[katrina.balanchuk]

9 hours ago, DSHV said:

Völsunga Saga 2 (first part)

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Fanny: I came to pass the initiation ritual.
Oh, look at this - fresh meat thinks it’s got the guts to be our bossbitch. Initiation, huh? You’re gonna crawl through the shit we shovel, pet. We don’t hand out crowns here - we make you bleed for ‘em.
(The Pack) I've already done this with the Paсk. Come up with something of your own.
They made you crawl in shit? I wasn’t talkin’ about literal shit, pet - I meant the figurative shit of your miserable little life. We’re gonna carve it out of you, one slice at a time.
[Cherchez La Femme] You yourself will piss with joy when I become the alpha bitch here, sweety.
Um... okay. But you have to pass the challenge first. Ahem.
Yeah, yeah, you're a big, scary raider bitch. I'm already shaking with fear.
Oh, listen to this one! How much do you gotta love pain and humiliation to mouth off to me like that? Lucky for you, I’m generous.
I don't like this.
Relax, I wasn't talking about literal shit, I was talking about the figurative shit of your life.
Let's get started already.
Whoa, slow down, sick bitch! I wasn’t talkin’ about literal shit - I meant the figurative shit of your existence.

Strip down - everything off. Then you’re gonna let my crew get real close with their blades. Don’t flinch, don’t cry, let us dance our knives across you and maybe you’ll impress me. Maybe.
So I just have to stand naked? And this is all a challenge?
While we run knives over your skin. We'll run them everywhere, we'll examine everything. And you have to show that you weren't made with a finger and stand still and smile, I love smiling people.
On second thought, I’ll pass.
You won't gain respect through cowardice here. Quite the opposite.
[Sarcasm] Oh, great, a knife party on my boobs. Should I bring snacks?
Keep runnin’ that mouth, and we’ll cut it off. Strip, stand, and shut up—let’s see if you’ve got the guts to back up the sass.
I'm ready.
We'll see.
[You stripped down and were surrounded by Disciples with knives at the ready. Fanny presses the tip of her blade under your chin, forcing your head up to meet her gaze. “Look at you, pet,” she purrs, her voice dripping with mockery. “All exposed and nowhere to hide. Great tits, bitch, I just want to carve my name on them.”
The others close in, a knife grazes your arm - not deep, just enough to sting - and another brushes your ribs, teasing the edge of pain. You feel the steel dance across your back, your thighs, your lower slit, between your boobs, lifting them up, each touch a test of your resolve. Fanny’s eyes never leave yours, daring you to give in. “Maybe I should cut a heart on your cheek?"]
Not bad, pet. You’ve got thicker skin than I thought - didn’t even squeal. But we’re not done breaking you yet. Next trial’s simple: you’re gonna lie down on that filthy mattress over there and catch some shut-eye… while we keep our blades right where they are, nice and close. Sleep tight - or don’t. Your call.
No way. I’m not that desperate.
What’s this? Our little Overboss wannabe’s got limits? Fine, crawl back when you grow a spine. We’ll be waiting.
Alright, I’ll do it.
Good girl. Let’s see if you can dream with steel kissing your skin.
Fine. But if I sleep through this, you owe me respect.
Respect? Ha! Sleep first, then we’ll talk.
[Sarcasm] Oh, a sleepover? How cozy. Do I get a bedtime story too?
Keep flapping that mouth, and I’ll carve you a lullaby. Go on, lie down - let’s see if you’re still cracking jokes with knives at your throat.
[END>5] I’ve slept through worse. Let’s go.
Tough bitch, huh? Alright, prove it. Get on the mattress.
Get your ass over there.
[You shuffle toward the dirty mattress. The stained fabric reeks of sweat and rust as you lower yourself onto it, every muscle tense. The raiders close in, their knives hovering inches from your flesh - some press lightly against your arms, your legs, your neck. Cold steel grazes your skin with every breath you take, a constant reminder of their control. Fanny looms overhead, her voice a low growl: “Close those pretty eyes, pet. Let’s see if you can drift off with death this close.”
Your heart pounds as you try to relax, the weight of their stares and blades pinning you down. A knife shifts slightly, pricking your side - just enough to jolt you awake if you start to fade. The Disciples snicker, waiting for you to fail. Sleep feels impossible, but giving up means they win.] (Sex)
Steel Nerves: +1 END for 24 hours.
I performed the sleep trial.
Now see those bottles on the stairs? You have to go up the stairs and drink them. There's a surprise inside each bottle. Oh yeah, you're not supposed to use your hands, just your mouth.
What is included in these surprises?
Basically, what we blew, spat out, squeezed out of our meat holes. Glad you asked, pet?
[Sarcasm] Ah, my every Friday.
This can be your every day, just ask, you're an overbitch after all.
Maybe later.
Of course, the bottles won't go anywhere, they'll be waiting for you. And stewing. And marinating.
I'm ready!
Bon appetit, bitch.

Did I pass the Disciples' initiation ritual?
Don't breathe on me with your mouth! You are now a great and terrible Overbitch! Congratulations! Here's your prize - knife panties. Hang this chain on your hips, and cover your slit with the hanging knive.
Knife Panties - While they are in your inventory you gain +25 damage to knives.

Is this the end of the initiation ritual?
You’ve got one more job - somethin’ real special. You’re gonna serve the slaves. Yeah, you heard me - get down in the muck with the collars, scrubbin’ floors. They get to laugh at you, spit on you, fuck you, whatever they want.
Being a overboss sucks.
With great power comes great responsibility. In entertainment of your gangs.
It's a very strange challenge to become the actual owner of these lands.
And what?
I'm not here to grovel for slaves.
Oh, you don’t get it, do you? This ain’t a negotiation. You wanna wear the Overboss hat? You eat the dirt first. Go on, or we’ll drag you there ourselves.
If that’s what it takes, I’ll do it.
Fuck, you are one hell of a degenerate, I wanted to say very purposeful and unprincipled. Look at you, all eager to please. Get movin’, pet - the slaves are waitin’ to have some fun with their new toy.
Go and become the slave of slaves in every gang. Shoo-shoo! [Slaps your ass]

 

Male slaves of the Disciples: I'm your slaves, sirs.
Slave 1: I didn't believe it until the end, but it's true. We'll have this chance once in our slave life. I have to take full advantage of it. [He begins to roughly molest your body and lick your skin]
Slave 2: We need to quickly take revenge for all the years of humiliation. [He grabs you by the hair and starts spitting in your mouth profusely] 
Slave 1: You speak the truth! [He grabs your boobs and squeezes them and tries to stretch them in different directions as far as possible]
Slave 2: Yeah! Fuck this bitch! [He, still holding you by the hair, begins to slap your cheeks hard, causing your eyes to water from the pain]
Slave 1: Now you will lick all our feet and try to lick off all the years of dirt, knowing that after that we will fuck you hard, like wet toilet slut.
I won't do that.
[He punches you in the stomach] You're new to this slave business, so I'll enlighten you - slaves can't refuse orders. You will suck, lick and fuck with your holes as long and much and like billy-oh as you are ordered. I said lick - that's mean lick!
[Sarcasm] As fellow slaves can we vote whether I will lick your feet? I vote that I will not lick.
Slave 1: I vote you will lick.
Slave 2: I vote you will lick.
- [Sarcasm] Damn, I'll have to lick then. I hate democracy.
And I love it. It's a pity that we live in a slave-owning feudal society. Now lick them already!
[Speech Challenge] Let's skip this unhygienic procedure and get down to fucking me.
You should see our dicks, your fucking won't be hygienic either, so get on the floor and tongue out!
Well, if you ask so politely, then how can we offend a lady? To fucking you!
Yes, sirs. Thank you, sirs.
Are you sure you weren't a slave before? You're so natural!
[You drop to the ground, help the slaves take off their shoes and begin to lick their feet. You rub your tongue between their toes, looking into their eyes as other feet wait their turn onto your ass or back. Finally your tongue turned black with dirt and their legs returned to their skin color.]
Now it's time to unpack this juicy bitch.
My turn!
Okay, go, we still have so much work to do, we are slaves.

 

Female slaves of the Operators: I'm your slaves, ma'ams.
Slave 1: Great, wash the floors here...
Slave 2: Wait, let's make fun of her while we can still make fun of someone.
Slave 1: I don't care, the main thing is that I won't be the one washing the floors at least once.
Slave 2: Come here, yet clean bitch.
[She attached a board with spikes to your skin to each of your boobs, stomach, ass, and back. Then she tied them tightly with belts, pinning your arms to your sides. She shoved a dirty, smelly rag into your mouth and dropped you to the floor. You begin to crawl on the floor and wash it in your saliva and wipe it with a rag in your teeth. The spikes cruelly pierce your flesh, and the slave hurries you by pressing her foot to your ass board or simply kicking you.]

 

Male and female slaves of the Pack: I'm your slaves, sir and ma'am.
Slave 1: Let's play with her the favorite raider game.
Slave 2: I don't know, it's kind of cruel.
Slave 1: You yourself want to return pain to someone, I know it.
Slave 2: Okay, but then we'll fuck her.
Slave 1: Listen here, slave's slave. We will kick the air, and your task is to catch as many of our blows as possible with your stomach. The one who hits you more will win. You yourself are interested in receiving the strongest blows, so that the loser is weaker, because he will take revenge on you for losing.
[Scary Wench] I'm afraid you'll break all your legs in this game.
Mmm... thanks for the advice. Then we'll skip this game.
I don't agree to play with you.
Why is that?
[Sarcasm] The Olympics have changed a lot in recent years.
What are you mumbling about? Get your belly ready for a trashing.
Let's play. I won't let you down, owners.
You must not tense your stomach so that our legs enter the soft, pleasant mass, understand, boobed ball?
[They starts kicking the air in different directions and you rush between them, sliding on the ground to catch hits with your stomach. You tried to relax your stomach as you were told. At the end the kickers became bolder and did not hold back their blows, so that you flew slightly to the side from them. At the end, when a pulsating agony formed in the middle of your body, the slavegirl wins. The slaveman grabs you by the hair, lifts you up and begins to punch you wherever he could. You put your hands behind your head and endured, your whole body while shaking under the blows.]
Slave 1: Wow, what a nice blue-red skin tone, what a nice tenderized softened skin. It's clear why raiders love to play this game. I feel like the ruler of fate!
Slave 2: Now I'm going to fuck you. Couldn't you fly faster under my blows?

 

I was abused by slaves.
And what do you think about them now?
Every blow is justified!
Now you are ready to become the owner of these petty people.
[Idiotic Slut] Sorry, who? I don't understand who is who, but my last abuses were great, I'm all wet from it.
I don't think anything - all the brains have been fucked out of me.
Ah, I keep forgetting that we have a new bimbo boss.
Poor unfortunate people, they were so embittered by life in slavery.
And here's what you do - heal their malice, as well as ours. With your kindness, care and sucking cocks. I'm sure it will help.
Regarding these slaves, what should be done with them?
Nothing, it was part of the trial.
Got it, overbitch.
Fucking kill them!
Now you speak the language of the overboss!
Free them and give them money.
I will tell everyone what to do to win your favor.
Free the men and punish the women.
So you are in favor of slavecunts? I understand.
Well, you've done everything we could imagine. You've passed the initiation ritual, albeit poorly and slowly. Now you're officially an overbitch!
Wait, I thought I was doing a ritual for the overboss title.
So you are an overfool. The whole park wiped their feet on you. Of course you will receive a humiliating title, not a majestic one.
Thank you, I will try to live up to this title.
Yeah, suck cocks, fuck your subordinates, that's enough.
Go fuck yourself!
No, you go, bitch.
Okay, that was fun and hot, I have to give you that.
Damn, I'm glad I met such a crazy bitch.
Let's fuck. Oh, why am I asking?

You are now officially an Overbitch. Congratulations. You have worked hard and suffered for this title, which gives you nothing but a lack of respect. Congratulations again. Oh, and if you have exactly 0 caps, you will get +1 SPEC_AL.

What do you think? I could use a little motivation. I'm also thinking about an alternative way to get into the DLC, directly in place of Overbitch, but that would most likely break something. I can add this alternative path to it after I release the add-on and everyone will test it.

 

Thank you for all your hard work!

And since you asked for input here are my 2 cents:

 

I would advise to keep it simple for the Nuka World DLC..

(Also maybe it could be it its on seperate mod from Problems of Survivor?)

 

I recommend no long contrived conversations about sex, or complicated quests that need to fulfilled to the next quest, which is needed for the next quest etc etc.

Many parts of PoS are always locked out for me for this reason , if just one bug gets in the way or one fight that is beyond  a low-level Character ( the levels where she is likely to be enslaved, level 50 Characters do not get plausibly enslaved by raiders but low level characters do), then we am locked out of  a lot of content because its inaccessible.

Trying to use console commands to advance to the next quest often just leads to more bugs.

 

That is one reason why Merry Farm was always good and the Paradasa quesline too, because she could get into the situation without having fulfilled any previous quests.

 

In the new mod, I recommend any quests should also offer minimal XP points. for the same reason so she does not advance too far in level which would make all this implausible.. Maybe 1 XP point per quest?

 

She can arrive, get sexually enslaved, the place should be full of other girls from the Commonwealth also enslaved or openly for sale or dancing naked on stages with their collars on.

At least for The Pack and The Operators.

 

The disciples, if you even want to include them,  being mostly women may not keep girls for sex, but maybe run a brothel (please no Amputation and murders of the girls in your mod) or freely sell/trade them to men everywhere, raiders, or even farmers.

 

and no magical loop hole for the PC to escape under her own power as a heroine.

I believe thats just not historially realistic in such situations.

 

Her only escape should be either earning enough huge number of caps for her owners in a brothel or having babies for her owners (3 or more maybe) or most likely and immersivly, can free herself by getting 10 or so other women from the commonwealth into the clutches of her owners.

or maybe getting Piper to write an article advertising jobs for waitresses in Nuka World with predictable results.

 

So the ultimatly she escapes only after  a long time and only by a method thats neither fast, nor heroic to do. 

 

But please nothing that involves her winning big fights to get to this place, or leave this place, because no one who has that level of agency, is going to be plausibly enslaved in the first place.

 

Ideally the plotline would be accessibly on a very early level maybe even she could be snatched right after arriving in sanctuary or on her walk to red rocket..

 

I would not worry about interfering in the Vanilla Nuka World DLC questline.

Those who play mods such as this, are not likely to care a lot about that.

Edited April 10, 2025 by katrina.balanchuk

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On 4/10/2025 at 5:01 PM, Alturistix said:

I would suggest something like hypnosis that compels you to "earn" the title of Overboss.

I was thinking about adding an NPC who would promise mountains of caps for a little fraud of raiders. After a little test of resolve with sex, the player is teleported to the DLC. I think I'll finish all the stages of Gauntlet and kill Colter via a script. And then the heroine will be told that she is now a figurehead for three raider gangs.

On 4/10/2025 at 6:15 PM, katrina.balanchuk said:

Ideally the plotline would be accessibly on a very early level maybe even she could be snatched right after arriving in sanctuary or on her walk to red rocket..

Yes, everything I wrote can be completed on any character. Except for some fetch quests, but I can add a failure state to them.

--//--
So, I asked Glok to edit Völsunga Saga and suggest new options. What do you think? Should I use it for the rest of the text? It gave unique voices to the NPCs, which is a plus. And it gave a bunch of new ideas, for example, that I can add a parameter of pleasure to Algernon on a date, and if it drops to zero, then fail the quest and give the player a debuff, but seriously, who needs that? Now this quest is called From Underdog to Overbitch

Spoiler

Chamberpot in Fizztop Grille: Are you my new owner? Colter's gone, so I’m guessin' you're my owner now - body and soul, bound to the filth of this place. Or am I wrong, stranger?
Are you Colter's old slave?
Slave, fixture, plaything - call it what you like. I’m tied to this room, same as the bloodstains on the floor. I am overboss's personal slave, I go as part of the interior to this room. If you are the owner of this room, then you are my owner.
- Uh, you come with the room? Like... furniture?
Furniture, huh? Sure, I’m the rug you wipe your boots on. The canvas for pain. The chamberpot. The thing where a whore sits down and they shove dicks to her so she sucks them, but without this thing, just a whore.
I don’t take hand-me-downs. Prove you’re worth keeping.
Prove it? Ha - name your cruelty, owner. Carve me, bend me, make me scream your name to the rafters. I’m yours to break… or keep whole, if you’re soft like that.
I can set you free.
Free? Oh, sweet thing, you don’t know the Wasteland, do you? Out there, I’m just meat for monsters or  I be captured into slavery again, but without guarantees of such a high slave status and I will sweep the ground with my tits and satisfy feral ghouls for the amusement of slavers again.
- I’ll give you clothes and weapons to survive.
These things that are useless to me, they will just make me a better vic. A rag and a gun’ll save me from raiders who’d chain me again? Or worse - mirelurks don’t care about my wardrobe. Why do you want to get rid of me, owner? My body ain’t pleasing enough? So reshape it with fists and iron forms. You don't like the way I speak, so teach me how to speak with severe cruelty, so I understand. Paint my skin and eyes in a color you like, cut my hair as you like, knock out my teeth and cut off my extra limbs if you don't like them. Break it, burn it, paint it purple - just keep me here, where I know the rules.
No, I refuse to let you give me your ownership.
Then I'll just be here as a non-slave. Just a very submissive exhibitionist-masochist who just happens to fulfill all your desires as a slave.
[Sarcasm] No, I'm your new High Performance and Social Engagement Manager. Where should you stick highly motivational posters?
Oh, no, you're one of those. Please beat all the brains out of me so that I stop understanding what's going on.
[Scary Wench or Terrifying Presence] Kneel lower. I’m your owner, and you’ll learn to grovel.
Y-yes, mistress! Floor’s my home now, see? I’m dirt, I’m nothing—just don’t crush me yet, I’ll serve, I swear!
Yes, I'm your new owner.
Please do with me what you want, owner. I am your faithful property.

[Speech Challenge] Tell me about this place. What’s worth owning here?
(Success) Clever one, aren’t you? Fizztop’s a snake pit - raiders plot behind every bottle. I hear things... like where Colter stashed his best caps. Want me to dig deeper?
Unlocks a side task to find hidden loot.
(Failure) Worth? This room’s just rust and regrets. I’m the only thing still breathing - take me or leave me.
[Smart Ass] Know any tricks? Or are you just a mop with a mouth?
Tricks? I’ve learned to bleed pretty and beg sweeter. Want more? Teach me with a fist or a blade - I’m a quick study for a boss like you.

Stay here.
You are as witty as ever, owner.
[Fuck her]
Ooh, owner... rough hands make the sweetest scars. Use me as you like - I’m yours to ruin.
Fetch me something useful. Now.
If I don't come back, then know that I was caught and severely punished.
She brings consumables, sometimes caps and misc items. She can bring something valuable, like gold bars.
Consumables: Breakfast for Whores (A breakfast full of sperm and public hair will set any slut up for a day of whoring and debauchery), Crispy Rad-Rat Penises (So that a slut does not keep her mouth idle between sucking dicks.), Nuka-Spit, Nuka-Piss, Nuka-Precum, Nuka-Tongue-Gangbang, Nuka-Smegma, Nuka-Mystery, Nuka-Better-Not-To-Know, Nuka-Cock-Marinade, Nuka-Black-Cock-Soaked, Nuka-White-Cock-Soaked, Nuka-Ghoul-Cock-Soaked.

I need information.
Heard a Disciple’s been chainin’ her lovers to a Galactic Zone ride - calls it her ‘starlit dungeon.’ Says the sparks from the bots make it… electric. You ever tried that kinda thrill, owner?
Caught a Pack grunt braggin’ she got Mason to whip her raw for losin’ a bet. Swears the scars make her sexier - shows ‘em off like medals. Raiders are linin’ up to lose next.
They say gangs' ghouls is been sneakin’ into Kiddie Kingdom’s castle to ‘worship’ a mannequin dressed like a princess. Leaves it tied up with ribbons - calls it his ‘royal captive.’ Creepy, but… dedicated.
Some Disciple tried blindfoldin’ her crew for a ‘trust game’ - ended up with more knives at her throat than kisses. She’s still smilin’, though - guess she likes the edge. You into that, owner?
An Operator gal’s been trainin’ her slave bodyguard to kneel on command - says it’s better than any chem. Word is, he’s happier grovelin’ than guardin’. Funny how chains fit some folks just right.
"Pack’s got a new ‘ritual’ - they wrestle in the mud, loser gets tied to a post for the winner’s pleasure. Half the gang’s throwin’ matches just to lose. Mud’s a hell of a look, I hear.
Heard a trader got caught stealin’ from the Operators - now he’s their ‘pet,’ crawlin’ around the Parlor on a leash.
An Operator’s been tyin’ her rivals to trees, leavin’ ‘em for the critters - or her mercy. Says it’s foreplay, not punishment.
Disciples got a game goin’ - carve your name on someone’s skin, you ‘own’ ‘em for a night. One fool’s runnin’ outta room on his back, but he’s grinnin’ like a king.
Heard a Pack fool swear he’s wed to his Yao Guai - calls her ‘Duchess.’ They’re betting caps on whether she eats him first. Love’s a strange beast out here, ain’t it?
Heard a Disciple tried tattooin’ her own face with a rusty knife—thought it’d make her ‘prettier’ for Fanny. Now she’s got a scar that looks like a drunk mole rat’s map. Raiders call her Canvas, but not to her face, owner.
Some Operator fool bet his best gun he could outdrink a Nuka-Cola machine. Found him passed out, huggin’ the thing like it was his ma. Swears it whispered ‘capitalism’ to him. You believe that, owner?
Pack’s got a new ‘pet’ - a bloatfly they named King Crunch. They’re trainin’ it to steal caps from traders. So far, it just shits on their boots. Progress, right?
Caught wind of a raider who swears Nuka-World’s mascot is hauntin’ his dreams - big ol’ Bottle Guy demandin’ cola tributes. He’s been leavin’ bottlecaps at statues. Thinks it’ll make him lucky. Mad as a radstag, if you ask me.
One of the traders down in the market tried sellin’ ‘genuine Overboss tears’ as a love potion. Got a black eye when a Disciple tested it - turns out it was just irradiated puddle water. Still sold out, though.
Heard a Pack grunt tried wrestlin’ a Yao Guai to impress Bloodyfang. Poor bastard’s still pickin’ fur outta his teeth - swears he’s in love now. Raiders are takin’ bets on who eats who first.
Some Operator thought he’d get smart eatin’ all chems of the world. Ended up high as a kite, dancin’ with a Protectron. Swears it proposed. You ever seen a robot blush, owner?
They say a Kiddie Kingdom ghouls’ been paintin’ love letters to Oswald the Outrageous on the castle walls - calls him ‘Glow Daddy’.
Caught a whisper ‘bout a Disciple who tried spicin’ up her knife game by dippin’ her blade in Nuka-Cherry. Said it’d ‘taste better.’ Now her victims just smell like syrup. Nisha ain’t impressed.
Pack’s got a new game - ‘Mirelurk Toss.’ They chuck the little ones at traders for laughs. Last one hit a Brahmin - now the market’s sellin’ ‘lurk jerky.’ Tastes like regret, or so I hear.
[Precious Medals] That N.I.R.A. mission? Pure waste of time, owner - unless you like bleeding for a tin star. You are the owner of your time, unlike some.
[An Ambitious Plan] New Overboss in town... Although you should already know that overboss is all you. Raiders are sizing you up - some say you’re steel, others say you’re soft.Please don't hit me, I'll find better information!
[The Grand Tour] This bossdom’s a cracked bottle—Galactic Zone’s all bots and blasters, Dry Rock Gulch is dust and dreams, Kiddie Kingdom’s got glowing freaks, Safari Adventure’s beast central, and the Bottling Plant? Sticky floors and bad ideas. Here is an interesting geopolitical fact, owner.
[Home Sweet Home] Talk’s you’re takin’ the Commonwealth, plantin’ raider flags like weeds. Ooh, bring me a slave-sister from there, owner - someone to share the chains and giggles. Or am I enough for you?
[Power Play] You flipped the power on and gutted a traitor gang - raiders are spooked, owner. They whisper you’re a devil in boots. Me? I’m just glad I’m on your leash, not their knives.
[Open Season] You’re freein’ folks, turnin’ Nuka-World upside down. Oh, don't worry, owner - I'm fine in slavery, no need to free me. I feel so sexy when the wind blows over my naked body and a rough collar presses on my neck. Oh, when I'm alone, I look down and laugh, imagining myself as the overbossess of this world. I guess I shouldn't have said that.
[LCK 5+] Caught wind of a stash—Operators hid some chems in a Galactic Zone crate, marked with a red star. Could be yours… if you trust a slave’s ears.
[LCK 5-] Uh, heard somethin’ about… caps in a dumpster? Nah, probably just radroaches. I’ll listen harder next time, owner!

 

One more thing, owner - word is, the gangs want you to prove yourself. An initiation ritual, they call it. Blood and shame, their favorite game. You’re expected...
I already passed it by defeating the previous overboss.
This is the male part - blood and bravado. But you also need to go through the female part - all flesh and surrender, since you are... well, a woman. If we are a very female-like man, it is better to show your penis to everyone, so that there are no misunderstandings.
I’m not playing their stupid games.
You sure, owner? Gangs don’t take ‘no’ lightly - they’ll come for you, well, most likely for me...
- Yes. Tell them to fuck off.
Oh, how much pain awaits me.
[Sarcasm] Am I back in the dorm? They gonna make me chug beer from a boot?
More like urine. And sperm. A lot of sperm. They’re linin’ up, ready to drown you in their… enthusiasm.
[Smart Ass] Of course, ritualism is characteristic of primitive communities.
I only understood "of course". Well, and "is" with "of" to be honest, owner. But I'm sure you said something smart. Yes, exactly. Still, they’ll want you humbled, brains or no.
[Idiotic Slut] More tests! What cock should I suck to skip that?
No skippin’ this dance, I’m afraid. And I'm sure this is part of the tests.
[Scary Wench] Tell them I’ll break their ritual. And their faces.
O-oh, mistress, you’re a storm in skin! They’ll still want you to bleed, but... I’ll whisper you’re no one to cross.
[Cherchez La Femme] Come on, you know what’s waiting. Spill it, sister.
Sister, huh? Alright - they’re plannin’ knives, chains, maybe worse. Disciples’ll cut deepest, Pack’s all beastly, Operators want your pride. Watch your back... or your front.
(Speech Challenge) What’s the point of this ritual? Explain.
(Success) "Point? They wanna see you bend before you break - or rule. Disciples crave your fear, Operators your shame, Pack your grit. Pass, and they’ll bow… mostly.
(Failure) Uh, point? They like hurtin’ folks, I guess? I’m no scholar, owner - just a braindead female meat with ears.
Fine, where do I go for this ritual?
Bless you for not makin’ me beg, owner! Fanny runs the Disciples’ show, Algernon Radscorn’s got the Operators, and Bloodyfang leads the Pack. They’re waitin’ - try not to scream too loud and enjoy yourself, owner.

 

Bloodyfang: I came to pass the initiation ritual.
Great, overbitch. I said "overbitch"? I meant "overbit-- I mean "overboss". You distract me with your boobs and soft skin, overbitch. The first ritual is to crawl naked under lying animals.
[Idiotic Slut] Can I skip this hard test and we just fuck?
You can have fuck, but you still have to take the test. (Sex)
[Animal Friend] Can I skip this test and just fuck all animals?
Keep your dirty hole away from our animals!
No.
Rad chicken.
Did you mean standing animals?
No, this is important, I couldn’t have gotten it wrong. What was the challenge then? Think with your cheeky head. You have to squeeze your little body between the dirt and their body.
How much does it cost to skip this part?
Sucking what we both think about. That very one. My dick.
- Okay, shove it into me. [Kneel down]
And of course you will swallow it all and then lick your shiny lips.
I'm ready.
You really are a wild crazyhead. A small hint of respect is already beginning to sprout. Oh no, it's a boner.
[The animals were lined up and forced to lie down. You undressed, came to the last brahmiluff and lifted its bottom with your hand and stuck your head between the dirt and its crotch. You started to push through, its balls and cock rubbing your head hard. You crawled under the beast, wriggling violently, and immediately found yourself face to face with another ass. You lifted his ass again, this time grabbing his balls and began to crawl underneath him. You passed a lot of brahmiluffs, then a lot of ghoulrillas, then you moved on to dogs, mostly rubbing their bottoms on your head and back, then you started passing brahmiluffs again, because the raiders started to driven them from the end of the line to the beginning in front of you. At the end we were covered in a monstrous layer of dirt, there was not a lick of clean skin, our heads were a mess, and you stink like a barn where a sweatshop has been set up.]
I crawled under the line of animals.
Yes, we all saw it. Even people from other gangs came. Now for the next challenge.
Wait, how many challenges are there altogether?
Only three for each gang. Simply nothing for the real title of overbi... overboss.
I think I'll refuse.
You didn't even listen what challenge. First listen and only then refuse and cover yourself with the eternal shame of a cowardcunt and a weaktits.
[Sarcasm] Let me guess, the next challenge is to collect rings from animal penises without hands?
How did you know? Did Mandy spill the beans?
I'm listening.
There are nine cock rings placed on their animal cocks around here. We will blindfold your eyes and tie hands behind your back and your mission is to find and collect these rings.
Maybe you should just go fuck yourself?
Oh I'll go and wear out my dick, imagining you under all those fat sweaty animals. In the meantime, you go suck the cock rings, if you don't want to be known as a cowardcunt.
No.
Rad chicken.
How much does it cost to skip this part?
1000 caps.
Here. (1000 caps)
Okay, what a boring bossess you are.
I'm ready.
Check carefully. Think how annoying it would be to miss one cock with a ring. Then you'd have to search everyone again.
[You were blindfolded with a stinking sticky bandage and your hands were tied behind your back. You started to search for animals by smell and poke your face into their crotches. Something was slapped on your back and the raiders started squeezing your body, grabbing you, kicking your ass (obviously helping you head in the right direction), someone hugged you from behind by the boobs and started squeezing your crotch with their hand. You continued searching the animals and finally after a very long time you found the first ring. At first you tried to pull it off the penis with your tongue sideways, but it was sitting tight. Then you took the dick in your mouth, felt the ring with your lips and pulled it on. And through eternity you found all nine rings. When the blindfold is taken off you, your whole body is red from alien hands and feet. There is a note attached to your back.]
Note: I'M OVERBITCH, PLEASE MOLEST ME!!!
I found all nine rings.
That was badass. You kicked those animal cocks' asses, just like we did to you. But I should have chosen fewer rings - I'd already used up my week's supply of cum on the third one. Do you want to take the third and final challenge, or will you stop at the two and achieve nothing but my mighty cumshots?
Is it related to animals again?
Yup. That's our theme, if you don't get it before.
Yes, perhaps I am standing on two, without achieving anything.
Your right. Your stupid, meaningless right to be stupid slut.
[Animal Friend] Please speak already!
Such little animal sluts we like.
Tell me about the third challenge.
Can't wait anymore? Are you shaking with anticipation? I can see it in your sluttish eyes. We'll put a collar on you, and Daddy will take you for a walk with a leash in his teeth. He's a dog. But he'll be walking you, not you him. Got it?
I'll be naked, right?
Of course. It's so obvious, I didn't even think to mention it.
Wait. I crawled under the heaviest animals, then explored their dicks with my face, and now I'm just going to be walked by a dog?
Yes, we definitely should have set it by difficulty. Well, what can you do... Or do you want to go through the first challenges again?
Tell me about Daddy.
Well, he threw empty whiskey bottles at me and hit me on the head with them. He died in one of the shootouts over some pile of garbage. Oh, you're talking about a dog. Well, he's a dog. Likes to lick ass, chase cats and fuck bitches. A regular cur.
No.
Rad chicken.
How much does it cost to skip this part?
I don't even know. I have no ideas, do you?
-Here. (1000 caps)
Okay, what a boring bossess you are.
-Here. (Trash from your pocket)
What is this? Wow, how did you know I was collecting this?
-Cocksucking!
Deal!
-Nothing.
So, let's return to the previous conversation.
I'm ready.
Daddy, take this bitch for a walk!

Simply turn off player controls and follow Daddy (mongrel) around the Nuka-Town market.

I took a walk.
This means you've completed the Pack's initiation ritual. We haven't come up with anything else, and my balls are empty.
Here's your prize, we all did it together. Try not to let stray hairs get into your throat. (Whore Cocktail Gas Mask (Pack elephant helmet))
And Daddy liked you as his pet. You can be his bitch if he has time and desire. Here are his orders.
Note - Daddy's Orders:
1 bark - kiss
2 barks - lick 
3 barks - suck
>3 barks - fuck
growl - fuck off

Daddy:
Follow me./Wait./Let's trade.
[Yawn]
Do you want anything, Daddy?
He either barks a few times or yawns. This is also his random greeting.
[Kiss]
[Lick]
[Suck]
[Fuck]
He allows it if it is right and gets angry and punishes if it is wrong, for example, sitting on the PC face.

 

Algernon Radscorn: I came to pass the initiation ritual.
My dear, how delightful - you’ve come to dine at the altar of power. The Operators demand refinement, even in submission. Your first trial? A date with me.
[Idiotic Slut] A date? I think it's Thursday or Saturday now. Or do you need a month?
Oh, sweet simpleton. No wonder you were chosen... Ahem. Don't worry, I'll tell you what to do, from now on and forever.
[Black Widow] A date, huh? Bet I can make you blush before we’re start, darling.
Charming, my dear, but I’m no blushing novice. Let’s see if you’re as bold as you claim.
What’s this date about?
A test of grace under pressure, my dear. You’ll adorn yourself, smile prettily, and bend to my whims. Fail to please, and we start anew — less cordially, I assure you.
What's wrong with you?
There's nothing wrong with me - I am perfection of raiderhood, as always. Thank you. And what's wrong with you?
(Pack) My lips have just become very close to all the cocks of the Pack's animal. I think I can handle the date.
(Disciples) I was sleeping while a bunch of degenerates with knives run around me, and then I drank their monthly supply from their balls. I think I can handle the date.
Well then, just agree, why are you telling me these disgusting details?
[Sarcasm] What a devious initiation ritual! I was already preparing to sit on a 9-foot pole with panties on my head for 3 months.
Ho-ho-ho, that's rich. Did you come up with such a funny jocularity yourself? Save your tongue for sweeter tasks, lest I find a pole for you yet.
Let's start the date.
Eager to please - how quaint. Beauty is obedience, after all.
Well, let's begin this hellish ordeal of mine.
Well, let's dance this dance of feigned insolence. Here, you’ll waltz with decorum - or crawl for it.
First, slip into this red dress - bare as you are.
I’m not your doll. Forget the dress.
Defiance? How tiresome. Or do you not want to wear a dress because you want to be naked? I'm afraid this is not according to plan, my points are in ordered order.
What's next?
Wear a red dress I told you that a second ago. It is very worrying sign for your sanity.
I see. Exquisite obedience.
[Sarcasm] What, no tiara to match? I’m practically Liz Taylor!
Liz who? No matter - your jests won’t spare you. Wear it, or I’ll drape you in something far less flattering.
Sit, my dear - properly, now. Smile like you mean it, and don’t test my patience. One misstep, and we begin again. Understood?
No.
Be very obedient, smile politely and not make me angry. If I don't like something, then we'll start all over again. Un-der-stoo-d?
Yes.
Then sit down in your fucking place, daughter of a bitch. [He pointed to a chair with a huge dildo standing on it]
[Idiotic Slut] There's a dick on the chair! As far as I remember, the chairs were genderless!
Dear braindead bimbo, this chair is just very happy to see you, and it has no pockets, it's a chair. Respect its little desire to ride you.
[Sarcasm] Oh, sure, looks comfy. Did you borrow it from a Deathclaw’s den?
Your wit is a dull blade, but I’ll sharpen it. Sit properly, or I’ll find a throne less forgiving.
[Sit on the edge of the chair]
[He kicks the chair out from under you] Dumb sluts should sit on dicks. Half-measures insult me, you wretched thing! Sit as instructed, or crawl back when you’ve learned respect.
[END] [Sit on the dildo]
[You lift the dress and impale yourself on this huge dildo. You are tightly filled with the fullness of being] There’s a good pet - filled with purpose, aren’t you? Hold that smile; we’re far from finished.
[Low END] [Sit on the dildo]
[You lift the dress and impale yourself on this huge dildo. You are tightly filled with the fullness of being. You grit your teeth and sit fully, muscles flexing against the strain.] Weakness ill suits you. There’s a good pet - filled with purpose, aren’t you? Hold that smile, we’re far from finished.
[Sit on the dildo and rise your legs]
[You lift the dress and impale yourself on this huge dildo. You are tightly filled with the fullness of being. You spread your legs across the floor and lift them into the air, proving the honesty of your sitting position.] Bold and brazen - almost artful. You’ve earned a nod, my dear. Let’s continue.
[He takes his dick out of his pants, comes up to you, roughly pulls your tits out, slammed them together on his dick and fucks them. Then, having сame abundantly on your solar plexus, he wipes his dick with your dress] (He sits down in his seat)
You are so funny, ha-ha!
You are also funny, but unintentionally, dear bitch.
[Smile fake]
Keep smiling, dear retarded cunt.
Thank you for using me.
You're welcome, dear cumdump!
[Sarcasm] You are just a dream. A nightmare, to be precise.
Yes, and soon you will wake up in a sticky bed.
Wow, this date is off to a great start!
I won 5 caps in a bet that's you are a degenerate who loves humiliation. 
You’ve done well to amuse me thus far. Now, let’s dine - prove your devotion with coin or shame. Impress me, and you’re one step closer to my favor.
[Black Widow] This date is intense. You always this... commanding?
Flattery, my dear slut? I’m flattered you try. Command is my nature—yours is to obey. Speak sweeter, and I might spare you a blush.
[Sarcasm] Wow, dinner and a show. You’re a real romantic, Algernon.
Romance? No, this is commerce—your dignity for my approval. Keep jesting, it seasons the meal.
Thank you for... testing me.
Gratitude from a wretch? Charming. You’re welcome, pet - every tear earns you a crumb of my esteem.
By the way, what's wrong with your speech? You sound like an aristocratic asshole, but you're a pathetic raider.
Pathetic? How ironic it is to hear such assessments from you. Doesn't the dildo feel tight yet?

 

Waiter: What’ll it be for the boss-man, eh? Choose wise - Algernon’s picky, and you’re footin’ the bill… one way or another.
Mirelurk Сake With Bloodleaf Aioli. (3000 caps or all your holes)
Fancy taste! Hope you got deep pockets, slut-on-a-stick.
Radscorpion Venom Casserole. (1000 caps or your pussy)
Spicy choice!
Mississippi Quantum pie. (500 caps or your mouth)
Excellent choice!
Deathclaw Wellingham. (500 caps or your ass)
Big meat for a big man - solid.
Perfectly Preserved Pie. (1000 caps or your trashing)
Rare treat.
That's all.
I'll bring three copies, if anything we'll throw them out. What will you order for your gluttonous tummy?
Breakfast for Whores. (Your anal sodomization)
Meh...
Crispy Rad-Rat Penises. (Your trashing)
Bleah...
Your spit. (Rubbing your face with his sole)
I’m starting to prepare!
Lifelong lack of respect. (Your body, mind and soul)
We have a gourmet here. [He gave your cheeks six quick, slapping strokes, then spat in your face]
That's all.
Remember that if you leave even a tiny bit of your order, it will be considered a failure of the challenge.

Algernon: [He put his feet on the table and put hands behind his head] While we await our feast, entertain me. Lick these clean - every speck, my dear whore.
No.
Wouldn't you go fuck yourself?
Disobedience? A pity. Return when you’ve learned to bend.
[Sarcasm] Shoe mud? Thought we were past the appetizer course.
Your tongue wags when it should work.
[Scary Wench] I’ll better shove those boots where the sun don’t shine. Here's a mind-breaker of where exactly. Although I can also arrange you a mind-breaker.
Such ferocity! Fine, let's put this off until you become more submissive.
Yes.
[You leaned down to his boots and began to run your tongue over the soles. Time goes by, your tongue gets dirty, his shoes get clean. You lick, the dildo presses you from the inside] Marvelous dedication. You’ve passed - barely. The Operators might yet tolerate your service.

 

Waiter: Order’s up, sir, bitch.
[He gave Algernon his food]
[He put a dog bowl with your food in front of you]
[He put a dog bowl in front of you and spat in it. Then he pressed his sole into your face and began to rub it against your face, scratching your nose in different directions. You sit quietly and endure it]
Compliments from the chef. Excellent tits! [He grabs your excellent tits and shook them]
[Sarcasm] Hey, there's pubic hair in my dish! And cum and piss!
Yes, everything is according to the recipe. Dig in, princess.
[Sarcasm] Tell the chef I’ll blow him a kiss for this gourmet treat.
I have no doubt you will blow...
Thank you, server.
Bon appetit, doggie. Hope you like the crunch.
[Scary Wench] Go away already, or I'll season this rotten concoction with your teeth.
Whoa, easy, psycho! Just doin’ my job - eat the damn slop!
[Black Widow] Nice service - bet you’re sweeter when no one’s watching.
Sweet? Nah, I’m sour - but keep talking, maybe I’ll slip you extra spit.

 

Algernon: Eat, dear bitch. A true Overboss fears no indignity, prove your stomach matches your ambition. [He slices into his meal with surgical precision, savoring each bite]
I won't eat this shit!
Eating this shit your ordered is part of the ritual. Why do we need an overboss with a weak stomach? How will you order the torture of innocents?
[Eat your "food"]
Good bitch. [You lowered your face into your bowl and began to suck in its contents. The rancid mess coating your lips as you choke it down. The chair’s pressure bites deeper.]
[Eat eagerly]
[You dive into the bowl, slurping loudly to prove your resolve. The taste is vile, but you hide your disgust.] Such enthusiasm! Almost convincing.
[Lead Belly] [Eat without flinching]
[Your hardened gut ignores the slop’s poison, swallowing it like water.] A cast-iron stomach - rare for one so... delicate.
So how does unwashed cocks taste?
[Cannibal] Like a rad chicken.
A gourmet of gore, are we? Curious... but fitting for a raider queen.
I don't know.
Poor slut... You'll find out soon.
[Lead Belly] I don't know, I usually swallow everything without tasting it.
Utilitarian appetite - dull, but practical. Poor thing... But don't worry, you'll stay with us and taste every piece of us.
[Sarcasm] Like a fine mirelurk stew, just needs more grit.
Wit won’t cleanse your tongue, my dear.
Very tasty.
To each her own...
Disgusting.
You are such a picky eater!
[Idiotic Slut] Uh, it’s gross, but I love gross stuff!
A connoisseur of the crude, how quaint. You’ll fit right in... below us.
Oh, sorry, I didn't think that this was the kind of conversation that needed to be had at the table. By the way, you have a curled hair on your cheek, even several. And something slimy is dripping from your chin. What should I talk to you about then? Oh! Heels, skirts, lipstick, cocks.
Panties, dresses, ovulation.
Wow, we have a real conversion! Like you women love. Delightful. We might polish you yet, my dear.
This is sexist nonsense. Shove it.
Then silently lick cum from your bowl.
Thank you. With this apocalypse there was no one to talk to about women's things.
Okay, let's stop talking about this girly nonsense, otherwise my dick is going to fall off right now.
[Nuclear Physicist] Let’s talk about something else - like quantum tunneling. It's a fascinating brain-teaser in nuclear physics.
What the hell are you talking about? Quantum tunneling? Are you quantum? Yes, we'll soon be tunneling you. Just shut your mouth and stick to what you know - which clearly are not much.
[Idiotic Slut] Sorry, but such complicated talks are not for me. I generally prefer sucking than talking.
A mind so blissfully empty! You’re the Overbitch we dreamed of - dumb and pliant.
So, pet, how does the Overboss crown feel? Heavy with glory, maybe? [Chuckle] Feeling bossy?
[Black Widow] I love bossing naughty boys like you.
Cheeky minx. I meant to humble you, not flirt. Still, your fire’s... diverting.
[Local Leader] I still have a lot of organizing to do, but I will make a real conquering army out of you.
I asked this to humiliate you, not for an honest answer.
[Idiotic Slut] I don't understand hierarchies. Is this overboss above an underboss? I'm often under someone. But I'm not a boss, more of a lay. Underlay.
How stupid you are! I can't even humiliate you, you outdo me. A perfect puppet.
Yeah, I’m boss and loving it.
Bold words for one so debased. Well then, you'll like the next challenge too. You'll squeal... with delight!
It’s acceptable, I guess.
Fine? No tears, no fire? You’re a dull guest - let’s hope you cry sweeter soon.
No.
Excellent! I hope you understand that you are a figurehead on whom everyone will blame all the failures.
It's time to end our wonderful date! [He comes up to you, throws the hem of your dress up with his boot and starts rubbing your pussy vigorously with the toe of his boot. Your clitoris has nowhere to go - a dildo behind him, a naked boot in front, and it jerks up and down.] Our feast concludes, my dear. Time to settle accounts—prove your worth one last time.

Waiter: Bill’s due, bitch: caps or tears, don’t care which. What’s it gonna be?
[Pay the bill]
Nice. Guess you’re not totally useless.
[Black Widow] How about I owe you a wink instead, handsome?
Wink? Hell, I’ll take it. Better than no wink and no caps.
[SCAV! 5] NO CAPS!
Hey, take it easy. Okay, it was still more of a show than a real restaurant.
(Hard Speech Challenge) You've already got a spectacle.
Okay, it was still more of a show than a real restaurant.
Hell no! Put the caps on the table, bitch!
You're not counting on tips, are you?
I'm counting on it. Did I pretend to be a waiter for nothing? At least suck my dick.
Let me give you a tip (your body)
Finally I'm done servicing your fat ass and now it's going to service me.
Let me give you a tip (10 caps)
Go fuck yourself, bitch. No, I'd better do it.
Bye.
Hey! At least suck my dick.

Algernon: Now we move on to the second challenge. Guys! (A bunch of naked men appear)
Here are Jimmy Hats, put them on them, but don't use your hands, just your mouth.
These aren't the actual little gnome Jimmy hats, are they?
These are condoms.
It will be difficult to do this without hands.
What are you talking about? I thought it would be easier. Well now we have to cancel your challenge, no stop, it's a challenge and it's supposed to be difficult. Put it on already!
What are these condoms for? Cum right inside me.
Maybe I should give you a shoulder massage and a kiss on the ass? Do as you are told, slut!
Give them here.
I'll help you keep them in your mouth, no need to thank me.

[Put the condom on his cock with your mouth]
Open wide, bitch.
The overboss in person, gentlemen!
Try harder, you're doing for yourself, overbitch.

Now we will fuck you in all holes, but cunt. (A lot of sex)
[They together they fucked all your holes several times in different positions. At the end you were leaned against the wall with your holes full of whipped cum and when your fuckers passed you, they spit in your face. Each spit was accompanied by your weak \"thank you very much\".]

We actually wanted to do a third challenge, but it's too disgusting to touch you now. Your prize. [He tied used condoms in your hair to make pigtails. Then he tied them on his ears, on the middle of his forehead, and on his neck like a necklace of condoms.] So go on like this so that everyone knows how you fucked all our impudent cocks with your ass and mouth, proud overbitch. And this gift is from me personally for the magnificent date. All dates should be like this. [He hit you on the ass with his cane and shoved it up your ass]
+ Condoms Necklace (+3 CHR +2 END +1 AGL -5 INT )
+ Aristocratic cane +10 damage for every 100 000 caps in inventory.

 

Fanny: I came to pass the initiation ritual.
Well, ain’t you a brave little spark? Think you’ve got the grit to be our bossbitch? Initiation, huh? You’re gonna crawl through the shit we shovel, pet. We don’t hand out crowns here - we make you bleed for it.
What’s the ritual involve?
Oh, just a little game of trust, pet. Sound fun?
(The Pack) I've already done this with the Paсk. Come up with something of your own.
They made you crawl in shit? I wasn’t talking about literal shit, pet - I meant the figurative shit of your miserable little life. We’re gonna carve it out of you, one slice at a time.
[Cherchez La Femme] You yourself will piss with joy when I become the alpha bitch here, sweety.
Um... okay. But you have to pass the challenge first. Ahem.
[Idiotic Slut] I really want to please you, but you don't have a cock for me to suck.
I have something better, and you will soon see it if you will be a good girl.
[Scary Wench] You think knives scare me? I’ll carve you first.
[Toughness] I’ve taken worse than your knives. Bring it.
Big talk, beastie. Love your fire. Let’s see if it holds.
Yeah, yeah, you're a big, scary raider bitch. I’m quaking in my boots already.
Oh, listen to this one! How much do you gotta love pain and humiliation to mouth off to me like that? Lucky for you, I’m generous.
I don't like this.
Aw, nervous? Don't worry - I'm not talking about shit... yet. It's your pride we're skinning. Are you in or out?
Let's get started already.
Eager, huh? Good. Makes it sweeter when you squirm. Strip down, pet, and let’s see what you’re made of. Weapons, clothes, pride, all of it. Then you’re gonna let my crew get real close with their blades. Don’t flinch, don’t cry, let us dance our knives across you and maybe you’ll impress me. Maybe.
So I just have to stand naked? And this is all a challenge?
While we run knives over your skin. We'll run them everywhere, we'll examine everything. And you have to show that you weren't made with a finger and stand still and smile, I love smiling people.
On second thought, I’ll pass.
Runnin’ already? Cowardice don’t win crowns, pet. Come back when you’ve got guts - or don’t.
[Sarcasm] Oh, great, a knife party on my boobs. Should I bring dip for my... assets?
Keep runnin’ that mouth, and we’ll cut it off. Strip, stand, and shut up - let’s see if you’ve got the guts to back up the sass.
I'm ready.
We'll see.
[You stripped down and were surrounded by Disciples with knives at the ready. Fanny presses the tip of her blade under your chin, forcing your head up to meet her gaze. “Look at you, pet,” she purrs, her voice dripping with mockery. “All exposed and nowhere to hide. Great tits, bitch, I just want to carve my name on them.”
The others close in, a knife grazes your arm - not deep, just enough to sting - and another brushes your ribs, teasing the edge of pain. You feel the steel dance across your back, your thighs, your lower slit, between your boobs, lifting them up, each touch a test of your resolve. Fanny’s eyes never leave yours, daring you to give in. “Maybe I should cut a heart on your cheek?"]
Not bad, pet. You’ve got thicker skin than I thought - didn’t even squeal. But we’re not done breaking you yet. Next trial’s simple: you’re gonna lie down on that filthy mattress over there and catch some shut-eye… while we keep our blades right where they are, nice and close. Sleep tight - or don’t. Your call.
No way. I’m not that desperate.
What’s this? Our little Overboss wannabe’s got limits? Fine, crawl back when you grow a spine. We’ll be waiting.
Alright, I’ll do it.
Sweet pet. Let’s see if you can dream with steel kissing your skin.
[Sarcasm] What, a sleepover? You reading me a raider fairytale too?
Fairytale? Nah, I’ll sing you a dirge if you sass me again. Lie down, let’s see if you’re still joking with steel at your throat.
[Cherchez La Femme] Bet you’d sleep sounder next to me, Fanny.
Umm... Who knows...
[END>5] I’ve slept through worse. Let’s go.
Tough bitch, huh? Alright, prove it. Get on the mattress.
Fine. But if I sleep through this, you owe me respect.
Respect? Ha! Sleep first, then we’ll talk.
Get your ass over there.
[You shuffle toward the dirty mattress. The stained fabric reeks of sweat and rust as you lower yourself onto it, every muscle tense. The raiders close in, their knives hovering inches from your flesh - some press lightly against your arms, your legs, your neck. Cold steel grazes your skin with every breath you take, a constant reminder of their control. Fanny looms overhead, her voice a low growl: “Close those pretty eyes, pet. Let’s see if you can drift off with death this close.”
Your heart pounds as you try to relax, the weight of their stares and blades pinning you down. A knife shifts slightly, pricking your side - just enough to jolt you awake if you start to fade. The Disciples snicker, waiting for you to fail. Sleep feels impossible, but giving up means they win.] (Sex)
Steel Nerves: +1 END for 24 hours.
I performed the sleep trial.
Well, damn, pet - you actually slept through our little lullaby. Got more guts than I gave you credit for. Maybe you’re Overboss material… or maybe we’ll break you yet. Now see those bottles on the stairs? You have to go up the stairs and drink them. There's a surprise inside each bottle. Oh yeah, you're not supposed to use your hands, just your mouth.
What is included in these surprises?
Basically, what we blew, spat out, squeezed out of our meat holes. Glad you asked, pet?
[Sarcasm] Ah, my every Friday.
This can be your every day, just ask, you're an overbitch after all.
Maybe later.
Of course, the bottles won't go anywhere, they'll be waiting for you. And stewing. And marinating.
I'm ready!
We expect an incredible spectacle.

Did I pass the Disciples' initiation ritual?
Don't breathe on me with your mouth! You are now a great and terrible Overbitch! Congratulations! Here's your prize - knife panties. Hang this chain on your hips, and cover your slit with this hanging knive.
Knife Panties - While they are in your inventory you gain +25 damage to knives.

 

Is this the end of the initiation ritual?
You’ve got one more job - somethin’ real special. You’re gonna serve the slaves. Yeah, you heard me - get down in the muck with the collars, scrubbing floors. They get to laugh at you, spit on you, fuck you, whatever they want.
Being a overboss sucks.
With great power comes great responsibility. In entertainment of your gangs.
It's a very strange challenge to become the actual owner of these lands.
And what?
I'm not here to grovel for slaves.
Oh, you don’t get it, do you? This ain’t a negotiation. You wanna wear the Overboss hat? You eat the dirt first. Go on, or we’ll drag you there ourselves.
If that’s what it takes, I’ll do it.
Fuck, you are one hell of a degenerate, I wanted to say very purposeful and unprincipled. Look at you, all eager to please. Get movin’, pet - the slaves are waitin’ to have some fun with their new toy.
Go and become the slave of slaves in every gang. Shoo-shoo! [Slaps your ass]

 

Male slaves of the Disciples: I'm your slaves, sirs.
Slave 1: I didn't believe it until the end, but it's true. We'll have this chance once in our slave life. I have to take full advantage of it. [He begins to roughly molest your body and lick your skin]
Slave 2: We need to quickly take revenge for all the years of humiliation. [He grabs you by the hair and starts spitting in your mouth profusely] 
Slave 1: You speak the truth! [He grabs your boobs and squeezes them and tries to stretch them in different directions as far as possible]
Slave 2: Yeah! Fuck this bitch! [He, still holding you by the hair, begins to slap your cheeks hard, causing your eyes to water from the pain]
Slave 1: Now you will lick all our feet and try to lick off all the years of dirt, knowing that after that we will fuck you hard, like wet toilet slut.
I won't do that.
[He punches you in the stomach] You're new to this slave business, so I'll enlighten you - slaves can't refuse orders. You will suck, lick and fuck with your holes as long and much and like billy-oh as you are ordered. I said lick - that's mean lick!
[Sarcasm] As fellow slaves can we vote whether I will lick your feet? I vote that I will not lick.
Slave 1: I vote you will lick.
Slave 2: I vote you will lick.
- [Sarcasm] Damn, I'll have to lick then. I hate democracy.
And I love it. It's a pity that we live in a slave-owning feudal society. Now lick them already!
[Speech Challenge] Let's skip this unhygienic procedure and get down to fucking me.
You should see our dicks, your fucking won't be hygienic either, so get on the floor and tongue out!
Well, if you ask so politely, then how can we offend a lady? To fucking you!
Yes, sirs. Thank you, sirs.
Are you sure you weren't a slave before? You're so natural!
[You drop to the ground, help the slaves take off their shoes and begin to lick their feet. You rub your tongue between their toes, looking into their eyes as other feet wait their turn onto your ass or back. Finally your tongue turned black with dirt and their legs returned to their skin color.]
Now it's time to unpack this juicy bitch.
My turn!
Okay, go, we still have so much work to do, we are slaves.

 

Female slaves of the Operators: I'm your slaves, ma'ams.
Slave 1: Great, wash the floors here...
Slave 2: Wait, let's make fun of her while we can still make fun of someone.
Slave 1: I don't care, the main thing is that I won't be the one washing the floors at least once.
Slave 2: Come here, yet clean bitch.
[She attached a board with spikes to your skin to each of your boobs, stomach, ass, and back. Then she tied them tightly with belts, pinning your arms to your sides. She shoved a dirty, smelly rag into your mouth and dropped you to the floor. You begin to crawl on the floor and wash it in your saliva and wipe it with a rag in your teeth. The spikes cruelly pierce your flesh, and the slave hurries you by pressing her foot to your ass board or simply kicking you.]

 

Male and female slaves of the Pack: I'm your slaves, sir and ma'am.
Slave 1: Let's play with her the favorite raider game.
Slave 2: I don't know, it's kind of cruel.
Slave 1: You yourself want to return pain to someone, I know it.
Slave 2: Okay, but then we'll fuck her.
Slave 1: Listen here, slave's slave. We will kick the air, and your task is to catch as many of our blows as possible with your stomach. The one who hits you more will win. You yourself are interested in receiving the strongest blows, so that the loser is weaker, because he will take revenge on you for losing.
[Scary Wench] I'm afraid you'll break all your legs in this game.
Mmm... thanks for the advice. Then we'll skip this game.
I don't agree to play with you.
Why is that?
[Sarcasm] The Olympics have changed a lot in recent years.
What are you mumbling about? Get your belly ready for a trashing.
Let's play. I won't let you down, owners.
You must not tense your stomach so that our legs enter the soft, pleasant mass, understand, boobed ball?
[They starts kicking the air in different directions and you rush between them, sliding on the ground to catch hits with your stomach. You tried to relax your stomach as you were told. At the end the kickers became bolder and did not hold back their blows, so that you flew slightly to the side from them. At the end, when a pulsating agony formed in the middle of your body, the slavegirl wins. The slaveman grabs you by the hair, lifts you up and begins to punch you wherever he could. You put your hands behind your head and endured, your whole body while shaking under the blows.]
Slave 1: Wow, what a nice blue-red skin tone, what a nice tenderized softened skin. It's clear why raiders love to play this game. I feel like the ruler of fate!
Slave 2: Now I'm going to fuck you. Couldn't you fly faster under my blows?

 

I'm done with them.
And what do you think about them now?
Every blow is justified!
Now you are ready to become the owner of these petty people.
[Idiotic Slut] Sorry, who? I don't understand who is who, but my last abuses were great, I'm all wet from it.
I don't think anything - all the brains have been fucked out of me.
Ah, I keep forgetting that we have a new bimbo boss.
Poor unfortunate people, they were so embittered by life in slavery.
And here's what you do - heal their malice, as well as ours. With your kindness, care and sucking cocks. I'm sure it will help.
Regarding these slaves, what should be done with them?
Nothing, it was part of the trial.
Got it, overbitch.
Fucking kill them!
Now you speak the language of the overboss!
Free them and give them money.
I will tell everyone what to do to win your favor.
Free the men and punish the women.
So you are in favor of slavecunts? I understand.
Well, you've done everything we could imagine. You've passed the initiation ritual, albeit poorly and slowly. Now you're officially an overbitch!
Wait, I thought I was doing a ritual for the overboss title.
So you are an overfool. The whole park wiped their feet on you. Of course you will receive a humiliating title, not a majestic one.
Thank you, I will try to live up to this title.
Yeah, suck cocks, fuck your subordinates, that's enough.
Go fuck yourself!
No, you go, bitch.
Okay, that was fun and hot, I have to give you that.
Damn, I'm glad I met such a crazy bitch.
Let's fuck. Oh, why am I asking?

You are now officially an Overbitch. Congratulations. You have worked hard and suffered for this title, which gives you nothing but a lack of respect. Congratulations again. Oh, and if you have exactly 0 caps, you will get +1 SPEC_AL.

 

Fanny: Pet?
1. [Cherchez La Femme] How about smashing our bodies together in an ecstatic manner?
Well, since you suggest it... Okay...
2. Is there anything that needs to be done now?
Yes, clean up here, we have so much trash, and the slaves are very lazy and stupid. (spawned trash items)
Yeah, a couple of degenerates here are starting to get itchy dicks. You need to calm them down.
Yes, flesh carving can get boring sometimes. Could you dance for me... for all of us, pet?
3. What?
I wrote you something here. It's called poetry, you may have heard of it. Anyway, you can read it in front of everyone, it's about you.

The Overbitch’s Crown
I’m Overbitch, all hail my reign,
A queen of nothin’, bound in chain.
My throne’s a rag, my crown’s a jest,
Disciples laugh—I’m their dog at best.
I grovel low, I kiss their feet,
Just pray they don’t carve up my meat.

 

Bow to the Blade
Overbitch me, what a joke,
My spine’s so soft, it’s bound to choke.
Fanny’s knife could split my soul,
I’m just a hole, no strength, no goal.
I kneel, I crawl, I’m raider’s prey,
My pride’s long gone—it bled away.

 

The Boss Who Begs
I’m Overbitch, or so I claim,
But raiders spit upon my name.
My mouth’s for pleadin’, not for might,
I bend for knives in dead of night.
Disciples rule, I’m just their toy,
A broken bitch who brings no joy.

 

Dance of the Dog
Overbitch struts, a laughin’ fool,
No brains, no guts, just raider drool.
I shake my ass for Fanny’s grin,
Her blades decide where I begin.
I’m less than dirt, I’m less than free,
A dancin’ dog for all to see.

 

The Leash of Shame
I’m Overbitch, with leash in hand,
But Fanny pulls—I don’t command.
My title’s spit, my power’s fake,
Each laugh’s a lash I gotta take.
I’m chained to serve, no queen am I,
Just meat that bleeds beneath their eye.

4. Bye.
Bye, pet.

 

Algernon: Dear bitch?
1. Let's have sex.
This is acceptable entertainment for the next few minutes.
2. Is there anything that needs to be done now?
I need to test experimental chems. Since you're here, you can save me from walking to slaves. (random effects: buffs like +10% AP or debuffs like -1 INT or spawn invisible Deathclaw-rapist)
One slave needs to be convinced to use his full slave potential. Just please don't break him. via intimidation or persuasion or sex)
A raider owes me money. Sort this situation out, you're the "boss" here. (via Speech or combat or sex or pay their debt).
One slave has escaped. Needless to say, we urgently need to make him non-escaped? Tame the wayward slave or kill, your choose.
3. Bye.
Farewell.

Bloodyfang: Overbitch?
1. Let's have sex.
Sure!
2. Is there anything that needs to be done now?
You need to hunt the beast. Bring its skin and meat as proof of your skill.
A beast needs to be cured. (via skill checks or resourses)
Prove your strength in a fight with an animal. But since you are a woman, you can prove your femininity in a fight with an animal. (beastiality)
3. Bye.
Yeah, fuck off.

Edited April 13, 2025 by DSHV
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[DSHV]

Static Encounters
Cart

Spoiler

A cart with a broken wheel. Nearby a Disciple and 5 naked slaves.
Male Disciple Whore:
Fucking rad-rats! Are you taking advantage of the fact that I have already broken all my whips on your lazy arses? But sooner or later this situation will be resolved somehow and then I will punish you for everything. For everything. Scum.
Who are you?
Whore. That's the nickname. It stuck to me like... well, a whore does to my dick.
- Now, I have 100 caps here. [Touch his dick]
Okay. 100 caps is 100 caps. But remember, it's just a stupid nickname. (Sex)
What happened?
These lazy bitches were supposed to pull the cart around Nuka-Town, but the wheel decided it was finished. Now I'm stuck here. Are you going to do something useful or just stare?
1 Let them go.
Ha, kind cunt, huh? They're the property of the Disciples, none of your business. Convince me that this is to my advantage.
[Wasteland Warlord] I'm a fucking Wasteland Warlord, that's why.
Heard and received. Enjoy your slave use, boss.
I'm fucking an overboss, that's why.
If you take away other people's slaves through lawlessness, you won't be an overboss for long.
Well, since you insist on killing you, who am I to refuse your request? [Attack]
Oh, how brave pants we are! Try it, hero!
[Scary Wench] The slaves are mine now, so fuck off if you don't want to stay in this place forever.
Fuck you.
I will buy them from you. (5000 caps)
Caps? Okay, this is a language I understand. Take them, but don't expect them to do you any good.
[CHR 8+] What terrible slaves. Throw them out, and you'll get where you want on your own feet, rather than with these stinking weaklings.
Indeed, these skinny, bony assholes are no good for anything. To hell with them. Thanks, friend, for the honest advice from the outside perspective.

 

Will you set us free?
No, I thought it would be fun to hunt you. I'll start on count of three. One...
Run away!
No, go to the Fizztop Grille.
Thank you, owner.
Sex.
Trade.
Follow me.
Wait.
Yes, owner.
Yes.
Thank you very much.
Yes, and here are 500 caps for you.
Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! We don't have anything to pay with, but let's hope karma exists.

2 [Sarcasm] If the stick doesn't work, maybe you should try the carrot? Right up their asses.
You think that's funny, don't you? Maybe you should try to drag this crap yourself? Or help me, since you're so smart.

3 Maybe I can help?
Well, I don't know, you seem to have a stupid face, but let's see what you can do. I don't think you're stupid enough to break a broken wheel.
[Scrapper] You just don't know how many resources are hidden in other resources.
Oh, it's just like people.
[Repair bobblehead] It's just a cartwheel. I'll fix it right away.
Wow, and you are not a complete retarded dumbass!
[INT 6+] There are few simpler inventions in the world than the wheel. See what you can do.
What about murder and whoredom? What do you say to these wonderful inventions, egghead?
[Armorer] The axle are in order, I can handle it quickly.
You sound like you know what you're doing.
No, I can't do it.
Well, what can I say? Fuck you, stupid cunt!

4 Do you have any ideas?
Yes, I can harness you to a cart and the five of you can move the cart.
But you already have five slaves.
The fifth is a footrest.
Why don't you put yourself in the harness?
Great joke. Who will drive the cart? Who will whip the slaves on the back? Think, retarded bitch.
I can try to pull a cart.
Ha-ha! Seriously? Okay, go ahead, show me what a draft animal you are.
*[You stood up with 4 slaves, one slave lay down under the raider and he put his feet on her. The rest of the slaves and you tied a rough rope tied to the cart around your belly and passed it between your legs to pull like this. You tied the reins to your nipples. The cracks of the whip on flesh began to be heard all around, and then it hit your back and you ran. Your tits dangled from side to side, sometimes jerking sideways from the reins. The slaps on your back gave you speed. The pain in your back, the dangling tits, the sharp pain between your legs, the stench of sweat became your companions for several hours. You circled around Nuka World and finally stopped in the same place you had started.]
I think I got lost when I wanted to see the picturesque view and made a detour. But but I noticed something. Wait here, bitches!
[You waited, the sun burning mercilessly on your unprotected skin. Your crotch and legs throbbed with pain. But most of all, your well-whipped back hurt. When Whore returned, he brought the stash of Nuka Cola he had found, which he poured generously onto the slaves' backs and began to rub them vigorously. The cola hissed and filled the new wounds, and the pain turned to agony. With renewed strength from the new pain, you carried the cart to its destination. When you reached it, the rope was so deep in your flesh that you had to pull with all your strength to get it to let you go.]
What a help! I should reward you for this, but you've shown yourself to be a completely submissive dupe, so the reward will be appropriate. [He slaps your back and you fall to all fours, gasping for air. He pisses on your back and puts a cap on your head.] (+1 cap)
And not a stupid idea?
You can bring some whips from Nuka-Town to get those rad-rats moving. You go, and in the meantime, I'll give my animals some urine to drink.
- Here is a bouquet of whips.
Now the job will be done. [Together you began to whip the slaves with both hands, and they quickly fixed the wheel.]
So you want to go for a ride?
This will increase the weight of the cart.
So what? I carry barrels of stones all the time for no reason.
Can I pull the cart instead?
Of course you can! ->*
I think I'll refuse.
Well, as you wish. Here's what you get for your effort. (+500 caps)
Certainly!
Do you want to whip them?
[One slave lay down under the raider and you put your feet on her. The other slaves tied a coarse rope from the cart around their bellies and passed it between their legs to pull like this. Then the reins were tied to their nipples. The crack of the whip on flesh could be heard everywhere, and they ran. Their tits dangled from side to side, sometimes jerking sideways from the reins. The sharp slaps on their backs gave them speed. The brutal blows to the flesh, the dangling tits, the moans, the stench of sweat became your companions for several hours. You circled Nuka World and finally stopped in the same place you had started.]
I think I got lost when I wanted to see the picturesque view and made a detour. But I noticed something. Wait here, bitches!
[They waited, and the sun burned mercilessly on the unprotected skin. When Whore returned, he brought the stash of Nuka Cola he had found, which he poured generously onto the slaves' backs and began to rub them vigorously. The cola hissed and filled the new wounds. With renewed strength from the new pain, they carried the cart to its destination. By the time they reached it, the ropes were so deep in their flesh that Whore had to pull with all his strength to get it to let them go.]
Here's what you get for your effort. (+500 caps)
It's none of my business.
Thanks for nothing, douchebag.

Slaves: We love rad-ratsoup!
Please whipe me!
Ugh...
Thank you for the pain!

Bold Super Mutant

Spoiler

Krag: PUNY HUMAN! Leave Krag, or Krag SMASH you!
Who are you?
Krag! Strongest mutant in Nuka World...! In Not-Nuka World! In the WORLD! Smash raiders, take loot, make weaklings beg! You know Krag now.
1 You can smash me anytime.
You stupid? Why puny human want SMASHING? Krag break you like... like... like you!
I meant only your huge dick and my hole of your choice.
Hah! Puny human like Krag’s hugeness? Smart human. You kneel, maybe Krag keep you as pet!
I’d… like that. What does Krag’s pet do?
Pet obey! Carry Krag’s loot, shine Krag’s protruding places, take Krag’s orders! You try, weakling?
Maybe later, big guy.
FUCK YOU, weakling! Krag no need flaky pet!
Yes, I’ll try, big guy.
Good pet! Follow Krag, carry this junk! No whining, or SMASH! No, human wants it, so NO SMASH! SMASH for reward!
He leads the PC through the world.

2 Hey, calm down! I’m not here to fight. Can we talk?
Talk? Bah! Krag no talk to weaklings! You got loot? Give Krag, maybe Krag no SMASH.
3 [Sarcasm] Wow, big guy, smashing raiders? I also smashed the raiders today. I'm planning on doing the same in the evening if I can find some porn.
You? SMASHING? HA-HA-HA-HA! Good joke, human. But still give me money.
[Charisma 6+] You’re strong, Krag. You don’t need my loot to prove it.
Hmph. Puny human smart. Krag like flattery.
I don’t have anything for you.
No loot? Useless human! RUN or SMASH!
Here’s 100 caps to leave me alone.
Caps good. Krag take, you go. Weakling lucky!

4 Smash me? I’ll turn you into mutant stew, freak!
PUNY HUMAN DARE?! Krag CRUSH you, take your bones for club! (Attack)

5 Kneel, mutant, or I’ll make you beg me!
Hah! Puny human think it strong? Krag LAUGH! Try make Krag kneel!
[Strength 8+] [Grab him and try to overcome him]
Hmph. Human… not so puny. Krag respect strength. You go, no smash.
-You can go now.
No, you go! Fine, human, fine...
-No, I'll fuck you first.
Nooooo! Not me! (Sex)
[Intimidation] I’ve killed mutants bigger than you. Want to test me?
Big talk! Krag… think maybe you tough. Fine, Krag let you live.
[Wasteland Whisperer] I know you kind. You’ll obey strong chief. It's me.
Sounds confident. Good!
[Strength 8-] [Grab him and try to overcome him]
M: [Your attempt made him laugh a lot. You can run.]
F: [What you grabbed was his penis. Your struggle with it only made it stronger.] SMASHING it is, then. (Sex)Puny human back? Krag busy smashing, looting! What you want?

1 Let's have sex.
SMASHING!
2 Do you have anything for me?
This junk!
4 Krag, I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re so... big.
Hah! Puny human still like Krag’s HUGENESS? You smart, weakling!
-Krag, do you believe in love?
Love? Hah! Krag love SMASH! Love shiny loot! Love weaklings begging! You love Krag’s club, maybe?
-I love your... club, Krag.
Me too!
3 Let's talk.
Talk? Hah! Krag no like talk, but maybe you funny.
Krag, what’s the meaning of life?
Meaning? Hah! Life is SMASH! You strong, you live. You weak, you die. Krag smash raiders, take shiny things, feel GOOD!
Do you ever think about why we’re here? Like, the universe?
Uni… what? Big sky? Hah! Krag no care about sky! Krag care about ground—smash it, take it, rule it! Sky stupid, no loot there!
What makes you happy, Krag?
Happy? Krag happy when SMASH! When loot pile big! When weaklings scream and run! You make Krag happy if you stop talking.
Krag, do you remember who you were... before you were a mutant?
Before? Hmph. Krag… Krag no think about before. Head hurt. Krag... remember... small human. Weak. Had… family? Hmph. Men in coats take Krag, put in green goo. Hurt bad. Then Krag BIG, STRONG! No family now. Family weak. Krag no need weak!
Krag, ever think about retiring? You know, settle down, open a junk-loot shop?
Retire? SHOP? Hah! Krag SMASH shops, take loot! You stupid, puny! No talk dumb ideas!

Zara and Rock

Spoiler

Slave Rock: Who dares interrupt us? Speak, or Zara will teach you some manners.
Disciple Zara: Me, what? I'm not a very good teacher, especially when it comes to manners. I haven't even finished school. I haven't even started.
1 What's going on here? Who are you two?
Rock: I'm Rock, this wet bitch's slave. [He slapped her hard on the ass]
Zara: Hey! Slaves don't talk like that. You... silly goof.
Rock: I'll show you how to talk to you, fat slut, later, or rather, to your big ass.
Zara: Oh...
2 Can I join you two?
Rock:
M: Sure, you can stand over there and jerk off, buddy. How can I stop you?
F: Sure, bitch, suck my dick.
Zara: Hey, you didn't even ask me! We have a kind of forbidden love like in that book...
Rock: So are you going to suck or not? You got competition here, you know.
Sure. [Suck his cock]
Remember, I will be comparing you to my personal cocksucker.
I don't have much of an appetite.
So why ask?
I would like to taste this woman.
There's nothing particularly tasty about her, but give it a try. Since you're a woman too, I won't be jealous.
I would like to have a threesome.
Okay, but I'm on top.
3 Now I will also keep our secret. How are you willing to get me on your side?
Rock: Zara?
Zara: I have 415 caps here, that's all I have.
I'll take the caps.
Well, thank you. Don't tell anyone that I obey a slave.
I'll take the caps and you too.
Oh well.
I'll take the caps and him too.
It's offensive to me, but since it's necessary to keep your mouth shut...
I'll take the caps and both of you.
Just fuck me too, I don't want to be just your cumrag!
4 I won't disturb you.
Rock: Yes, we have important business here. (They have sex)

Fat Loot

Spoiler

Grit (of the Pack): Well, look at that! Another scavenger sniffing around my haul? This loot’s mine, and this girl’s my mule. Back off, or I'll fuck you up!
Lila: [Pant]
1 What’s the deal here? Why’s she carrying that chest?
Deal? I hit a caravan, took their shinies, and this one's strong enough to haul it. Simple, yeah? Mind your business.
3 [Sarcasm] A personal human mule for your stolen goods? Classy.
Laugh it up, wiseass. This loot’s my ticket to the top. You want a blade in your gut?
4 She's weakling, kick her more so she doesn't get lazy.
Don't teach your grandmother to suck eggs.
2 I'm taking the chest and the girl.
What the fuck! I honestly captured the loot and enslaved this girl!
[Scary Wench or Terrifying Presence] I honestly take your things, too.
Ugh...
[Wasteland Warlord] Because 'fuck you', that's why.
Sensible.
And I will kill you and everything that is yours will become mine.
Try it, scumbag! (Attack)
Then okay, keep it for yourself.
You are such a clown.

Lila: Am I free?
No, you're my slave now. Take my booty to the Fizztop Grille.
No, you're my slave now. Take my booty to the Nuka-Town market and sell this shit.
Yes, owner. [Sob]
I'll fuck you first!
If this is the price of freedom, then I accept.
Yeah, get lost!
Thank you!
Sex.
Trade.
Follow me.
Wait.
Yes, owner.

Bold Robber

Spoiler

Vex: Well, well, look who wandered into my little toll spot. Hand over 500 caps, pal, and maybe I let you keep your kneecaps. Operators don't mess around, yeah?
1 Is this shakedown?
Yes.
4 Fine. (500 caps)
Hah! You’re pathetic! I’m feeling generous, so here’s a cap for you to represent your level of pride. Hide your cock/tits behind it.
2 Okay, okay, I'll give you the caps. Just don't hurt me. (500 caps)
Hah, you're too easy! Oh, and... Since you are so submissive, then give me all your caps.
Here, take it all. Please, just let me go. (All your caps)
That gun you're carrying looks nice. Toss it over too. In general, give me all your things. Such a submissive cunt doesn't need them - you can just crawl on your belly and lick spits to survive.
Anything you want, sir. Take everything. (All your things)
M: Hah! You're pathetic! I’m feeling generous, so here's a cap for you to close your little cock.
F: Well, now you think we've reached the logical conclusion of our situation. I'll fuck your naked ass on this burning soil. Lie down and spread your legs.
Yes, sir.
I hope you are real and not a hallucination from chems and heat stroke, like the last times. (Sex)
[He wiped his dick on your head] Now get the fuck out and collect more valuables for me.
3 [Scary Wench or Terrifying Presence] No.
Emmm... Have a nice trip then.
No.
So you chose death!

 

Back for more, huh? Got new my things, or you just here to waste my air?
1 Anything you want, sir. Take it all. (All your things)
Now fuck, as we all know.
Yes, sir.
Am I really that good at sex?
2 No.
So you chose death!

 

Edited April 18, 2025 by DSHV
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[Samsara281]

the duration of the animation trigger by this mod is too short, any mistake?

[Dojo_dude]

Does the Dead Pool have very little quests?

Only interactions appear to be just asking to be used.. and the one guy who offers you a ghoul disguise by rubbing your face in his groin! lol

 

EDIT: Also several scenes for AAF do not play, and only "INIT Status failure"

Edited April 19, 2025 by Dojo_dude

[Alturistix]

4 hours ago, Samsara281 said:

the duration of the animation trigger by this mod is too short, any mistake?

That depends on your own setup. POS just calls the native functions in AAF to start animations.

[DSHV]

On 4/19/2025 at 6:14 PM, Dojo_dude said:

Does the Dead Pool have very little quests?

There is the hidden quest Happily Ever After with an alternative way to get out of the sewers.

[Glocksaint]

On 4/18/2025 at 4:51 PM, DSHV said:

Static Encounters
Cart

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A cart with a broken wheel. Nearby a Disciple and 5 naked slaves.
Male Disciple Whore:
Fucking rad-rats! Are you taking advantage of the fact that I have already broken all my whips on your lazy arses? But sooner or later this situation will be resolved somehow and then I will punish you for everything. For everything. Scum.
Who are you?
Whore. That's the nickname. It stuck to me like... well, a whore does to my dick.
- Now, I have 100 caps here. [Touch his dick]
Okay. 100 caps is 100 caps. But remember, it's just a stupid nickname. (Sex)
What happened?
These lazy bitches were supposed to pull the cart around Nuka-Town, but the wheel decided it was finished. Now I'm stuck here. Are you going to do something useful or just stare?
1 Let them go.
Ha, kind cunt, huh? They're the property of the Disciples, none of your business. Convince me that this is to my advantage.
[Wasteland Warlord] I'm a fucking Wasteland Warlord, that's why.
Heard and received. Enjoy your slave use, boss.
I'm fucking an overboss, that's why.
If you take away other people's slaves through lawlessness, you won't be an overboss for long.
Well, since you insist on killing you, who am I to refuse your request? [Attack]
Oh, how brave pants we are! Try it, hero!
[Scary Wench] The slaves are mine now, so fuck off if you don't want to stay in this place forever.
Fuck you.
I will buy them from you. (5000 caps)
Caps? Okay, this is a language I understand. Take them, but don't expect them to do you any good.
[CHR 8+] What terrible slaves. Throw them out, and you'll get where you want on your own feet, rather than with these stinking weaklings.
Indeed, these skinny, bony assholes are no good for anything. To hell with them. Thanks, friend, for the honest advice from the outside perspective.

 

Will you set us free?
No, I thought it would be fun to hunt you. I'll start on count of three. One...
Run away!
No, go to the Fizztop Grille.
Thank you, owner.
Sex.
Trade.
Follow me.
Wait.
Yes, owner.
Yes.
Thank you very much.
Yes, and here are 500 caps for you.
Thank you! Thank you! Thank you! We don't have anything to pay with, but let's hope karma exists.

2 [Sarcasm] If the stick doesn't work, maybe you should try the carrot? Right up their asses.
You think that's funny, don't you? Maybe you should try to drag this crap yourself? Or help me, since you're so smart.

3 Maybe I can help?
Well, I don't know, you seem to have a stupid face, but let's see what you can do. I don't think you're stupid enough to break a broken wheel.
[Scrapper] You just don't know how many resources are hidden in other resources.
Oh, it's just like people.
[Repair bobblehead] It's just a cartwheel. I'll fix it right away.
Wow, and you are not a complete retarded dumbass!
[INT 6+] There are few simpler inventions in the world than the wheel. See what you can do.
What about murder and whoredom? What do you say to these wonderful inventions, egghead?
[Armorer] The axle are in order, I can handle it quickly.
You sound like you know what you're doing.
No, I can't do it.
Well, what can I say? Fuck you, stupid cunt!

4 Do you have any ideas?
Yes, I can harness you to a cart and the five of you can move the cart.
But you already have five slaves.
The fifth is a footrest.
Why don't you put yourself in the harness?
Great joke. Who will drive the cart? Who will whip the slaves on the back? Think, retarded bitch.
I can try to pull a cart.
Ha-ha! Seriously? Okay, go ahead, show me what a draft animal you are.
*[You stood up with 4 slaves, one slave lay down under the raider and he put his feet on her. The rest of the slaves and you tied a rough rope tied to the cart around your belly and passed it between your legs to pull like this. You tied the reins to your nipples. The cracks of the whip on flesh began to be heard all around, and then it hit your back and you ran. Your tits dangled from side to side, sometimes jerking sideways from the reins. The slaps on your back gave you speed. The pain in your back, the dangling tits, the sharp pain between your legs, the stench of sweat became your companions for several hours. You circled around Nuka World and finally stopped in the same place you had started.]
I think I got lost when I wanted to see the picturesque view and made a detour. But but I noticed something. Wait here, bitches!
[You waited, the sun burning mercilessly on your unprotected skin. Your crotch and legs throbbed with pain. But most of all, your well-whipped back hurt. When Whore returned, he brought the stash of Nuka Cola he had found, which he poured generously onto the slaves' backs and began to rub them vigorously. The cola hissed and filled the new wounds, and the pain turned to agony. With renewed strength from the new pain, you carried the cart to its destination. When you reached it, the rope was so deep in your flesh that you had to pull with all your strength to get it to let you go.]
What a help! I should reward you for this, but you've shown yourself to be a completely submissive dupe, so the reward will be appropriate. [He slaps your back and you fall to all fours, gasping for air. He pisses on your back and puts a cap on your head.] (+1 cap)
And not a stupid idea?
You can bring some whips from Nuka-Town to get those rad-rats moving. You go, and in the meantime, I'll give my animals some urine to drink.
- Here is a bouquet of whips.
Now the job will be done. [Together you began to whip the slaves with both hands, and they quickly fixed the wheel.]
So you want to go for a ride?
This will increase the weight of the cart.
So what? I carry barrels of stones all the time for no reason.
Can I pull the cart instead?
Of course you can! ->*
I think I'll refuse.
Well, as you wish. Here's what you get for your effort. (+500 caps)
Certainly!
Do you want to whip them?
[One slave lay down under the raider and you put your feet on her. The other slaves tied a coarse rope from the cart around their bellies and passed it between their legs to pull like this. Then the reins were tied to their nipples. The crack of the whip on flesh could be heard everywhere, and they ran. Their tits dangled from side to side, sometimes jerking sideways from the reins. The sharp slaps on their backs gave them speed. The brutal blows to the flesh, the dangling tits, the moans, the stench of sweat became your companions for several hours. You circled Nuka World and finally stopped in the same place you had started.]
I think I got lost when I wanted to see the picturesque view and made a detour. But I noticed something. Wait here, bitches!
[They waited, and the sun burned mercilessly on the unprotected skin. When Whore returned, he brought the stash of Nuka Cola he had found, which he poured generously onto the slaves' backs and began to rub them vigorously. The cola hissed and filled the new wounds. With renewed strength from the new pain, they carried the cart to its destination. By the time they reached it, the ropes were so deep in their flesh that Whore had to pull with all his strength to get it to let them go.]
Here's what you get for your effort. (+500 caps)
It's none of my business.
Thanks for nothing, douchebag.

Slaves: We love rad-ratsoup!
Please whipe me!
Ugh...
Thank you for the pain!

Bold Super Mutant

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Krag: PUNY HUMAN! Leave Krag, or Krag SMASH you!
Who are you?
Krag! Strongest mutant in Nuka World...! In Not-Nuka World! In the WORLD! Smash raiders, take loot, make weaklings beg! You know Krag now.
1 You can smash me anytime.
You stupid? Why puny human want SMASHING? Krag break you like... like... like you!
I meant only your huge dick and my hole of your choice.
Hah! Puny human like Krag’s hugeness? Smart human. You kneel, maybe Krag keep you as pet!
I’d… like that. What does Krag’s pet do?
Pet obey! Carry Krag’s loot, shine Krag’s protruding places, take Krag’s orders! You try, weakling?
Maybe later, big guy.
FUCK YOU, weakling! Krag no need flaky pet!
Yes, I’ll try, big guy.
Good pet! Follow Krag, carry this junk! No whining, or SMASH! No, human wants it, so NO SMASH! SMASH for reward!
He leads the PC through the world.

2 Hey, calm down! I’m not here to fight. Can we talk?
Talk? Bah! Krag no talk to weaklings! You got loot? Give Krag, maybe Krag no SMASH.
3 [Sarcasm] Wow, big guy, smashing raiders? I also smashed the raiders today. I'm planning on doing the same in the evening if I can find some porn.
You? SMASHING? HA-HA-HA-HA! Good joke, human. But still give me money.
[Charisma 6+] You’re strong, Krag. You don’t need my loot to prove it.
Hmph. Puny human smart. Krag like flattery.
I don’t have anything for you.
No loot? Useless human! RUN or SMASH!
Here’s 100 caps to leave me alone.
Caps good. Krag take, you go. Weakling lucky!

4 Smash me? I’ll turn you into mutant stew, freak!
PUNY HUMAN DARE?! Krag CRUSH you, take your bones for club! (Attack)

5 Kneel, mutant, or I’ll make you beg me!
Hah! Puny human think it strong? Krag LAUGH! Try make Krag kneel!
[Strength 8+] [Grab him and try to overcome him]
Hmph. Human… not so puny. Krag respect strength. You go, no smash.
-You can go now.
No, you go! Fine, human, fine...
-No, I'll fuck you first.
Nooooo! Not me! (Sex)
[Intimidation] I’ve killed mutants bigger than you. Want to test me?
Big talk! Krag… think maybe you tough. Fine, Krag let you live.
[Wasteland Whisperer] I know you kind. You’ll obey strong chief. It's me.
Sounds confident. Good!
[Strength 8-] [Grab him and try to overcome him]
M: [Your attempt made him laugh a lot. You can run.]
F: [What you grabbed was his penis. Your struggle with it only made it stronger.] SMASHING it is, then. (Sex)Puny human back? Krag busy smashing, looting! What you want?

1 Let's have sex.
SMASHING!
2 Do you have anything for me?
This junk!
4 Krag, I can’t stop thinking about you. You’re so... big.
Hah! Puny human still like Krag’s HUGENESS? You smart, weakling!
-Krag, do you believe in love?
Love? Hah! Krag love SMASH! Love shiny loot! Love weaklings begging! You love Krag’s club, maybe?
-I love your... club, Krag.
Me too!
3 Let's talk.
Talk? Hah! Krag no like talk, but maybe you funny.
Krag, what’s the meaning of life?
Meaning? Hah! Life is SMASH! You strong, you live. You weak, you die. Krag smash raiders, take shiny things, feel GOOD!
Do you ever think about why we’re here? Like, the universe?
Uni… what? Big sky? Hah! Krag no care about sky! Krag care about ground—smash it, take it, rule it! Sky stupid, no loot there!
What makes you happy, Krag?
Happy? Krag happy when SMASH! When loot pile big! When weaklings scream and run! You make Krag happy if you stop talking.
Krag, do you remember who you were... before you were a mutant?
Before? Hmph. Krag… Krag no think about before. Head hurt. Krag... remember... small human. Weak. Had… family? Hmph. Men in coats take Krag, put in green goo. Hurt bad. Then Krag BIG, STRONG! No family now. Family weak. Krag no need weak!
Krag, ever think about retiring? You know, settle down, open a junk-loot shop?
Retire? SHOP? Hah! Krag SMASH shops, take loot! You stupid, puny! No talk dumb ideas!

Zara and Rock

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Slave Rock: Who dares interrupt us? Speak, or Zara will teach you some manners.
Disciple Zara: Me, what? I'm not a very good teacher, especially when it comes to manners. I haven't even finished school. I haven't even started.
1 What's going on here? Who are you two?
Rock: I'm Rock, this wet bitch's slave. [He slapped her hard on the ass]
Zara: Hey! Slaves don't talk like that. You... silly goof.
Rock: I'll show you how to talk to you, fat slut, later, or rather, to your big ass.
Zara: Oh...
2 Can I join you two?
Rock:
M: Sure, you can stand over there and jerk off, buddy. How can I stop you?
F: Sure, bitch, suck my dick.
Zara: Hey, you didn't even ask me! We have a kind of forbidden love like in that book...
Rock: So are you going to suck or not? You got competition here, you know.
Sure. [Suck his cock]
Remember, I will be comparing you to my personal cocksucker.
I don't have much of an appetite.
So why ask?
I would like to taste this woman.
There's nothing particularly tasty about her, but give it a try. Since you're a woman too, I won't be jealous.
I would like to have a threesome.
Okay, but I'm on top.
3 Now I will also keep our secret. How are you willing to get me on your side?
Rock: Zara?
Zara: I have 415 caps here, that's all I have.
I'll take the caps.
Well, thank you. Don't tell anyone that I obey a slave.
I'll take the caps and you too.
Oh well.
I'll take the caps and him too.
It's offensive to me, but since it's necessary to keep your mouth shut...
I'll take the caps and both of you.
Just fuck me too, I don't want to be just your cumrag!
4 I won't disturb you.
Rock: Yes, we have important business here. (They have sex)

Fat Loot

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Grit (of the Pack): Well, look at that! Another scavenger sniffing around my haul? This loot’s mine, and this girl’s my mule. Back off, or I'll fuck you up!
Lila: [Pant]
1 What’s the deal here? Why’s she carrying that chest?
Deal? I hit a caravan, took their shinies, and this one's strong enough to haul it. Simple, yeah? Mind your business.
3 [Sarcasm] A personal human mule for your stolen goods? Classy.
Laugh it up, wiseass. This loot’s my ticket to the top. You want a blade in your gut?
4 She's weakling, kick her more so she doesn't get lazy.
Don't teach your grandmother to suck eggs.
2 I'm taking the chest and the girl.
What the fuck! I honestly captured the loot and enslaved this girl!
[Scary Wench or Terrifying Presence] I honestly take your things, too.
Ugh...
[Wasteland Warlord] Because 'fuck you', that's why.
Sensible.
And I will kill you and everything that is yours will become mine.
Try it, scumbag! (Attack)
Then okay, keep it for yourself.
You are such a clown.

Lila: Am I free?
No, you're my slave now. Take my booty to the Fizztop Grille.
No, you're my slave now. Take my booty to the Nuka-Town market and sell this shit.
Yes, owner. [Sob]
I'll fuck you first!
If this is the price of freedom, then I accept.
Yeah, get lost!
Thank you!
Sex.
Trade.
Follow me.
Wait.
Yes, owner.

Bold Robber

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Vex: Well, well, look who wandered into my little toll spot. Hand over 500 caps, pal, and maybe I let you keep your kneecaps. Operators don't mess around, yeah?
1 Is this shakedown?
Yes.
4 Fine. (500 caps)
Hah! You’re pathetic! I’m feeling generous, so here’s a cap for you to represent your level of pride. Hide your cock/tits behind it.
2 Okay, okay, I'll give you the caps. Just don't hurt me. (500 caps)
Hah, you're too easy! Oh, and... Since you are so submissive, then give me all your caps.
Here, take it all. Please, just let me go. (All your caps)
That gun you're carrying looks nice. Toss it over too. In general, give me all your things. Such a submissive cunt doesn't need them - you can just crawl on your belly and lick spits to survive.
Anything you want, sir. Take everything. (All your things)
M: Hah! You're pathetic! I’m feeling generous, so here's a cap for you to close your little cock.
F: Well, now you think we've reached the logical conclusion of our situation. I'll fuck your naked ass on this burning soil. Lie down and spread your legs.
Yes, sir.
I hope you are real and not a hallucination from chems and heat stroke, like the last times. (Sex)
[He wiped his dick on your head] Now get the fuck out and collect more valuables for me.
3 [Scary Wench or Terrifying Presence] No.
Emmm... Have a nice trip then.
No.
So you chose death!

 

Back for more, huh? Got new my things, or you just here to waste my air?
1 Anything you want, sir. Take it all. (All your things)
Now fuck, as we all know.
Yes, sir.
Am I really that good at sex?
2 No.
So you chose death!

 

Add more static encounter like this pls, more freedom for player to choose their fav scenario

[DSHV]

On 4/21/2025 at 4:18 PM, xrevonx said:

Add more static encounter like this pls, more freedom for player to choose their fav scenario

If I think of anything else.

--//--

Secret Room Holotape:
Look, I ain’t supposed to be down here, but I found somethin’… somethin’ wrong. I was moppin’ the service tunnels under Fizztop Grille, where the big shots have their private lounges. Got curious, y’know? Picked a lock I shouldn’t have. Behind it was this… room. Red velvet curtains, dim lights, masks hangin’ on the walls like some kinda creepy art gallery. Chains, too—polished, not rusty. And a table with… tools. Whips, cuffs, stuff I ain’t never seen before.

I heard stories about the execs, how they’d throw these secret parties. Top managers, Nuka-Cola board members, all in masks so nobody knew who was who. They’d come down here to... I dunno, play their games. Power games, control games. One of ‘em left a note—somethin’ about “surrendering to ascend.” Sounds like corporate nonsense, but it gave me chills.

I ain’t goin’ back. If they catch me, I’m done. But I’m leavin’ this tape in the terminal. Someone’s gotta know what they were doin’ down there. Those masks… they’re still watchin’.

Nuka-Girl Incident Report Holotape:
Alright, recording for legal. This is Marjorie Wells, Nuka-Cola PR. We’ve got a disaster on our hands, October 15, 2076. We’ve got a problem with the Nuka-Girl campaign—our star, Miss Clara Hensley, is a PR disaster waiting to happen. She was perfect: big smile, sparkly eyes, the whole “refresh the future” shtick. Then she got mixed up with some… underground scene.

Her “friends” went too far. They marked her up—welts across her back, scratches on her stomach. Problem is, the Nuka-Girl costume’s a crop top. No way to hide the damage. We can’t have America’s sweetheart looking like she just crawled out of a dungeon of Grognak the Barbarian.

She’s out. Fired as of yesterday. But Clara’s threatening to talk—says she’ll spill to the press about the “Nuka-Cola elite” and their little games. We can’t let that happen. The board’s already on my case about the budget. I’ve got a fixer ready to pay her off, maybe ship her to a Vault-Tec facility as compensation for possible misunderstandings. If that fails, we’ll leak a story about her being a chem addict. Nobody’ll believe her over Nuka-Cola.

This stays off the books. If you’re listening, destroy this tape. We’re selling happiness, not headlines.

[DSHV]

Slaves

Spoiler

Slick Varkis: Ladies and scum of Nuka-World, Slick Varkis has got flesh for every flavor—weak, strong, or downright spicy! Caps talk, losers walk, so dig deep and bid big! Who’s ready to own a piece of misery? Well, well, if it ain’t the Overboss! For an overboss - overprice! I'm kidding, kidding...
What’s on offer today, Varkis?
Straight to business, eh? Got three prime cuts for you: a junkie wreck, a sturdy workhorse, and a ghoul vixen. Bid high, Overboss—show these dogs who’s boss!
[Sarcasm] Nice show, Slick—did you rehearse that in front of a mirror?
Ha! Sharp tongue, Overboss! Keep it up, and I’ll use you for the comedy break. Want a junkie wreck, a sturdy workhorse, and a ghoul vixen? You in or out?
This is disgusting. I’m not buying people.
Disgusting? Oh, forgive me, I didn’t know that we had a guest from the mountain peaks of moral standards. This is commerce, your majesty! Walk away, and don't scratch the sky with your nose.
[Idiotic Slut] Ooh, sir, do I get to be sold too?
Gods, you’re a riot, doll! Tempting, but I’d go broke feedin’ ya. Buy a slave instead—a junkie wreck, a sturdy workhorse, and a ghoul vixen. Pick one, I'll give you a 10% discount to encourage more women to be dumb bimbos.
[Black Widow] Nice pitch, handsome—make it quick, and maybe I’ll bid extra.
Handsome, huh? Flatterer! Alright, sugar, let’s move — a junkie wreck, a sturdy workhorse, and a ghoul vixen. Pick one, I'll give you a 10% discount to encourage more women to be such shameless flatterers.
[Scary Wench] Keep talking, Slick, and I’ll turn you into a nice silent mush.
Whoa, easy, killer! Love the fire—crowd does too. Buy somethin’ to cool off: a junkie wreck, a sturdy workhorse, and a ghoul vixen. Pick one, I'll give you a 10% discount to encourage my preservation in my present form.
I'm pass.
Well, I can't force you to do anything, unlike my goods, ha-ha!
Junkie?
Feast your eyes on Rusty, boss! A chem-head so fried he forgot his own name! Weak as a radroach, but cheap as dirt—perfect for cannon fodder or your... creative hobbies! He's got secrets, if you can keep him sober! Wants this sorry sack for 50 caps?
[Offer caps]
Rusty’s yours—good luck keepin’ her upright!
[CHA 6+] 1 cap and you start celebrating how you deceived me.
Steal of the century! Okay, his feeding by garbage will cost me more. Take him!
Not worth my caps.
Picky, eh? Rusty’s off to some other fool then.
[Idiotic Slut] He looks fun! But he's clearly worth 100 caps!
He can barely stand, doll! You know what? You clearly need help, even a shitty one - take Rusty for free! His feeding by garbage will cost me more.
Workhorse?
Jane Doe, but you can call her whatever you want. Wasteland tough, built to last! Hauls gear, works fields, takes a beating without whining! Not a beauty, but who needs pretty when you got grit? Perfect for your crew or your... private bunk! 200 caps for such sturdy meat is a fair price. [He squeezes her buttocks]
[Offer caps]
Jane is your, Overboss! Strong back, stronger will—break her in!
[CHA 8+] We both know that all traders double their prices, leaving room for bargaining. 100 caps!
What kind of robbery is this! Okay, okay, just don't shout out all my professional secrets.
I’ll pass—she’s too plain.
Plain? Your loss, boss—Jane’s got stamina for days!
[Black Widow] Give me her and I'll give your friend a good handshake.
You mean that friend? Our mutual friend? I don't think I'll find such a gorgeous lady for less. Shake on it. (Sex)
Ghoul vixen?
Hold your chems, folks—here’s Fortunata, a pre-war bombshell turned ghoul! BDSM star, silver tongue, and a killer’s instinct! She’ll guard your back or... entertain your nights, if you’re brave! Rare as Nuka-Quantum, so 800 caps. Got the guts?
Slave bodyguard sounds like a recipe for one stab in the back.
Don't worry, she was brainwashed even before the big bang. She's a total masochist and loves it when the wind polishes her skin with sand. The worse you treat her, the more she loves you. So hit her more often and she will gladly offer her bruised body to shield you.
[Offer caps]
Fortunata’s yours, Overboss! A ghoul with class—don’t let her outshine ya!
[CHA 10+] 400 caps and you will be forever saved from obsessive thoughts of her ghoul ass.
Yes, it distracts me a little from work. Okay, take her ass for half price, but only because you're such a charmer.
Too pricey for a ghoul.
Pricey? Fortunata’s off to a luckier bastard.
[Scary Wench] I want her—anyone wants to buy her are dead.
Hell, boss, you're scaring my profits! Fine, she’s yours—nobody’s dumb enough to cross you!
[Black Widow] Give me her and you can use both of us at your convenience.
Oh, wow! The overboss lady and the ancient whore for the price of one! Damn, now I can't think about anything else, but being sandwiched between the two of you! Take her and prepare to our party, gal!

 

Nice buy, Overboss! Your new toy’s ready—drag it, pack it, or work it to dust. What’s the plan, huh?
[Idiotic Slut] Do they come with, like, instructions or something?
Instructions? Damn, you’re precious! Well, how people treat you, it's the same principle. Point and yell, doll—they’ll figure it out or bleed trying.
[Sarcasm] I remembered that slave owning is extremely immoral. Can I exchange a slave for a case of Nuke Cola?
No refunds, princess.
Want me, or my slave?
You.
Fortunata.
Why is there 'or' here, doll?

Do you have more slaves?
It all depends on my suppliers.

 

Rusty: Y-you’re the boss now, right? Uh, Your Mightiness? I-I’m Rusty, just... just a nobody, swear! Don’t hit me, okay? I’ll carry stuff, follow, whatever you want! J-just... got any Jet? Please?
Stay here, Rusty. Don’t move.
W-wait here? Uh, sure, Boss, I-I won’t budge! Promise! ...Unless, y’know, somethin’ scary shows up... (Rusty stays put, potentially wandering off if not watched)
Follow me, Rusty.
F-follow? Oh, uh, okay, Your Bossness! I’ll stick close—real close! Just... don’t walk too fast, my legs ain’t what they were...
Let’s trade, Rusty.
T-trade? Uh, s-sure, Boss, but I ain’t got much... just junk, maybe a Psycho or two. Don’t take my stash, please!
Uh, m-must’ve dropped it, Chief! Swear it wasn’t me!
Head to Fizztop Grille. Wait for me there.
F-Fizztop? That’s... that’s far, Boss! Uh, I’ll go, but, uh… lots of raiders ‘round there. I-I’ll be good, promise!
Go to my settlement.
It must be cool to have settlements.
I’m packing you up, Rusty. Stay quiet.
P-pack me? Like... like a bag? Uh, o-okay, Boss, I’ll be real still! Just... don’t forget me, yeah? (+23 carry weight)
Rusty, I’m setting you free.
F-free? W-what’s that even mean, Boss? I-I got nowhere to go, no chems, no nothin’! Raiders’ll eat me alive! Keep me, please—I’m better off your dog!
Here's a present for you, Rusty. (1 Jet)
I-I'll die for you, boss. Though it'll probably be useless.
Let's fuck.
Are you sure, boss? Then I need Buffout.

What’s your story, Rusty?
M-me? Uh, not much to tell, Boss. Grew up in a shack, found Jet young, been chasin’ it since. Got caught by raiders when I... uh, tried stealin’ their stash. Dumb, I know. Now I’m here, yours. Y-you don’t care, right? Just... got any chems?
That’s it? Sounds like you chose this life.
Chose? N-nah, Chief, Jet chose me. Ain’t no escapin’ it... uh, you want me to carry somethin’?
Sounds rough. Ever try getting clean?
Clean? H-ha, once, maybe. Shakes were hell, Boss. I-I’d rather die high than live sober... no offense, Your Bigness.
Pathetic. Shape up, or I’ll make your life hell.
Eek! I-I’m tryin’, Boss! I’ll be good, swear! D-don’t hurt me!
Oh, Jet sounds fun! What’s it like?
F-fun? Uh, it’s… like flyin’, till you crash.
I can get you clean, Rusty. Want to try?
Y-you got Addictol? F-for real? I... I dunno, Chief, it’s scary, but... maybe.
Why are you so hooked on chems?
W-why? Uh, ‘cause the world’s shit, Boss! Jet makes it... shiny, y’know? Colors pop, pain’s gone, I’m somebody for a bit. Without it, I’m just... me. Weak, useless me. You ever feel like that, Your Hugeness?
I don’t need chems to feel strong. You should try it.
S-strong? H-ha, you’re built different, Chief. I’m just bones and shakes... uh, any jobs for me?"
Well, keep dreaming, slave.
H-hey, low blow, Boss! I... I know I’m a mess, okay? Don’t gotta rub it in...
[Scary Wench] Kick the habit, or I’ll kick you.
O-okay, okay! I’ll try, Boss, I swear! J-just don’t break me!
[Party Girl] You can have better fun without chems, believe me.
You sound confident.
[CHR 5+] You want to get rid of the addiction yourself. I want to help you, so what's the problem?
I know! It's me! I'm against myself!
I've been on chemo for a long time, so I'll need a lot of Addictol. Five, perhaps.
Take it. (5 Addictols)
Here goes nothing!

What is this? Why is the air so clear? Why is my head so light? I remember! I remember! There’s a stash near Dry Rock Gulch. Locked tight, but I know a code… kinda. The raiders said something about it while they were dragging me. I think this code is correct. This is a gift for my purity. So, where are we going, Boss?

 

Jane Doe: You’re the Overboss, my new owner. Name’s Jane—don’t got much else to give. I’ll carry, work, fight, whatever you need. Just say the word, and I’m on it. What’s your call?
Stay here, Jane. Don’t wander.
Got it, Boss. I’ll hold position—nobody’s sneaking up on me. Call when you need me.
Follow me, Jane.
Right behind you, Boss. I can haul gear or watch your back—just point the way.
Open your pack, Jane. Let’s trade.
Here’s what I’ve got, Boss.
Head to Fizztop Grille. Wait there.
Fizztop Grille, got it. I’ll be there, Boss.
I’m packing you up, Jane. Stay quiet.
Into the pack? Alright, Boss, I’ll keep it together. Just… pull me out when you need me, yeah? (+36 weight)
Go to my settlement.
Let's fuck.
Yes, Boss.
Jane, I’m setting you free.
Free? You mean it, Overboss? I... I can’t say it’s safe out there, but I’ll take the chance. Raiders might come for me, though—hope you’re ready for that. Thank you.
On second thought, stay.
Figured you might say that, Boss. I’m still yours—orders?
Go, Jane. Don’t look back.
You’re one of a kind, Overboss. I’ll make it work—maybe even owe you one. Stay sharp.

How’d you end up a slave, Jane?
Bad luck, Boss. Was scavenging near Goodneighbor, thought I could outrun a raider crew. They were faster. Beat me, chained me, sold me here. Been surviving ever since—same as always. You got a story like that, Overboss?
I make my own luck. You should’ve fought harder.
Maybe, Boss. Fighting’s all I’ve got left now. Need me for anything?
That’s rough. You deserve better than this.
Better? Nice thought, Overboss, but the Wasteland don’t care. Still... thanks for saying it.
Weakness got you caught. Don’t let it happen again.
Weak? I’m still standing, Boss. Point taken—I’ll toughen up.
Ever run a crew before? You seem steady.
A crew? Once, small trade caravan—till raiders hit us. I could organize again, if you’ve got a settlement.

What can you do, Jane? Any skills?
I’m no specialist, Boss, but I get by. Can haul heavy loads, patch wounds, shoot straight enough. Learned to fix tools and grow crops out in the dirt. Nothing fancy, just useful. Want me to learn something specific?
That’s decent. Keep doing what you do.
Fair enough, Overboss. I’ll keep it steady—your call.
Useful’s good. I’ll train you to be better.
Train me? I’m game, Boss. Teach me a trick, and I’ll make it worth your time.
[Sarcasm] Wow, a real renaissance woman. Should I bow?
Who, Boss? I don’t need bows—just orders. What’s next?
[Medic] You said patching wounds? I’m a medic—let’s compare notes.
A medic Overboss? Respect. I know basic stitches, some herbal fixes. Work with me, and I’ll learn fast.
(Jane gains a permanent ability to craft 1 stimpak/day)

Do you ever think about freedom, Jane?
Freedom? Every damn day, Boss. Out there, I’d run my own life—grow food, trade, maybe find people worth trusting. But raiders don’t let go easy, and I’m not dumb enough to think I’d last long alone. You offering, or just curious?
Just curious. Freedom’s tough out here.
Yeah, it is. I keep my head down, do the work. You need anything, Overboss?
I could free you, if you want.
You’d do that? Hell, Boss, I’d take it, but raiders’ll hunt me. If you’re serious, I’m ready—just say when.
Forget freedom. You’re mine—deal with it.
Figured as much, Boss. I’ll do my job, don’t worry. Orders?
[Idiotic Slut] Freedom sounds boring! Oh, can I be your slave?
Uh… you’re… interesting, Boss. Freedom’s not boring, but I’ll stick with you for now.

 

Fortunata: You’ve claimed me, Mistress/Master I’m Fortunata—your shield, your blade, your... sex doll. I live for pain and your protection. Speak, and I obey.
Pain's my fuel, Boss. Keep moving.
Stay behind me, Mistress/Master—I’ll bleed for you.
Stay here, Fortunata. Hold position.
As you wish, Mistress/Master. None will pass me.
Follow me, Fortunata.
At your side, Mistress/Master. Let harm come—I’ll savor it for you.
Open your pack, Fortunata. Let’s trade.
My possessions are yours, Mistress/Master. Weapons, clothes—take freely.
Head to Fizztop Grille. Wait there.
Fizztop, understood. I’ll carve a path, Mistress/Master. Find me when ready.
Fizztop’s secure, Master. A punk tried me—his caps are yours. Orders? (+1-50 caps)
I’m packing you up, Fortunata. Stay quiet.
Into your shadow, Boss? I’ll wait… eagerly. (+65 weight)
Go to my settlement, Fortunata.
Yes, Mistress/Master.
Let's fuck, Fortunata.
Squeeze me, bite me, twist me, hate me!
Fortunata, I’m setting you free.
Free? No, Mistress/Master. My chains are my choice—pain and your safety bind me. I stay, always.
What was your life like before the war, Fortunata?
Before? A stage of silk and screams, Boss. I danced for crowds—rocket rides, bright lights, scandals staged for fame. Pain was my art, power my thrill. That world’s dust, but I endure.
Sounds intense. You miss it?
Miss it? No, Mistress/Master. You’re my stage now.
That sounds like a lot. You okay carrying that past?
Okay? Pain’s my fuel, Boss. Your care... intrigues me. Ask again sometime.
Fancy past, but you’re mine now. Prove your worth.
Yours, and proud, Mistress. Test me—I’ll bleed to please you.
[Cherchez La Femme/Lady Killer] A star? Bet you pierce a lot of hearts with your radiance back then.
You are a real ladies' man, Master/You are a real ladies' woman, Mistress. But you’re already my focus. Care to explore my... tastes?

Why do you love pain so much, Fortunata?
Pain? It’s truth, Mistress/Master. Every sting sharpens me, binds me to you. I crave it like others crave peace—useless to me. Want to test my limits?"
That’s... different. You’re tough, I’ll give you that.
Tough’s a start, Boss. Command me—I’ll prove more.
[Sarcasm] Great, a masochist bodyguard. All developments of situations are your winnings.
I desire to take your pain for myself, Mistress. Mock me, but I’m yours.
Why are you so protective of me, Fortunata?
You’re my purpose, Mistress/Master. Your strength calls me; your enemies bleed for it. My past taught me loyalty... and loss.
Loyalty’s good. Keep it up.
Always, Boss. Your will is mine.
[Sarcasm] Aw, my own ghoul knight. Should I swoon?
Swoon or sneer, Mistress/Master—I’m your shield. Don’t test my resolve.
[Idiotic Slut] You’re, like, my superhero! Do you wear a cape?
Cape? No, but leather suits me. Stay close, I’ll keep you safe.

 

Edited April 28, 2025 by DSHV
Colour differentiation of lines

[lee3310]

15 minutes ago, bombonera said:

How can I make a companion of this mod compatible with the beggar whore mod and not be considered an enemy by gunners and raiders in beggar mode mode?

You will have to add them to the same faction used by hardship that makes PC not hostile to gunner and raider.

[xyzxyz]

Are the Tenenbaums not normal settlers? I send them to the red rocket but can't give them jobs.

Edited May 1, 2025 by xyzxyz

[Fallout_Boy]

6 hours ago, xyzxyz said:

Are the Tenenbaums not normal settlers? I send them to the red rocket but can't give them jobs.

Have you tried in build mode?

[xyzxyz]

50 minutes ago, Fallout_Boy said:

Have you tried in build mode?

Yep