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Fallout 3: War Never Changes	By : KMAC Category: +A through F > Fallout (Series) > Fallout (Series) Views: 35330 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Fallout 3. i wish i did but thats not the case. i also make no money from this story. it is just entertainment written by a huge Fallout fan.

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EDITOR'S CHANGE: Since i dont know how to change the details pertaining to what this story contains, i must stress here that the annotation for this story being "AFF only" was added by accident. if you see this story elsewhere, be assured that it is my work and was my decision. thank you. please read and review everyone. send reviews to skilletfan1986@yahoo.com or kmac1986@yahoo.com if you dont wish to post them here. thank you everyone.

CHAPTER 1: THE VAULT
“Waa!” a baby cries as it opens its eyes for the first time. He is staring up at a white clad nurse with her surgical mask on her face as she peers down at the infant, checking to make sure everything is normal.
The nurse leans back to let a male scientist get a good look at the baby. His father peers down.

“lets see. Are you a girl or a boy?”
He pauses as he checks between the infant’s legs.
“Ahh, a boy. We did it Catherine, we have a son! A beautiful healthy baby boy!” the infant’s daddy proclaims to his weak and weary wife laying beside him on a green colored gurney.
“Yes! We did it! A son, our beautiful son!” Catherine exclaims in a happy , yet weak tone.
“You‘re mother and I have been working on a name. What do you think about Andrew Ross?” the infant’s father suggests.
For some reason he smiles up at his father and grips his large finger in his tiny hand.
“You like that, don’t you? It fits you perfectly.”
Dr. Li approaches James.
“James, the future projection simulator is up and running.” Dr. Li says.
“Fantastic. Lets see what you’ll look like when you are all grown up.” James says with a smile.
The small simulator screen is pushed down a little ways so both the baby and his father could see. On the screen was displayed a handsome, yet rugged face with eyes that were blue, yet weary of the long life he had led.
The dark Caucasian skin was offset by blond longish hair that was swept back over his head. His hair matched the thin blond gotee that covered his upper lip around to his chin. His lips were full and dark and his chin was broad and manly.
“you are going to look just like your dad.” James laughed. He turned the moniter so that Catherine could see your image.
“oh yes, very sexy. He is going to be the wasteland‘s finest fuck, you better believe it.” She sighed as she saw your image, and even she began to get wet between her legs.
James raised an eyebrow and chuckled at his wife.
All of a sudden Catherine’s heart rate monitor started to beep wildly with a high pitched sound.
“Catherine! Shes going into cardiac arrest! Get Andrew out of here. Stay with me Catherine! Start compressions! One, one thousand! Two, one thousand!….”
And the smiling baby was carted off to the nursery in rivet city.
The nursery was bright and exciting with multiple colors on the ceiling and walls. The dingy ship interior of Rivet City could be damp and dark sometimes, but not here. This is where the newborns and the younger children, as few as there were, would come to play and the newborns were taken here from Rivet City’s hospital.
A young woman named Trinnie, who was famous on the giant boat-city for turning tricks for a couple hits of Jet or a few bottle caps, was filling in for the aide who was normally in there.
Trinnie was checking on the newborns after playing sexually with the older children under her care, showing them her smallish tits and letting them fondle her shaven pussy. She would stop at a babies crib and let them suck on her finger for a moment as she used her other hand to pat the diaper to see if they needed changing. A couple needed new diapers and so lifting the white diaper off of the little girl nearest Andrew Ross’s bed, she started to disinfect and wipe the girl’s tiny but fluffy lips.
“Jealous are we?” Trinnie laughed. The 15 year old lowered Andrew’s diaper and cleaned him up as well. After powdering came a new diaper. With a kiss to the forehead, she left the room and let the regular baby sitter take over. Exiting the door, Trinnie winks at Andrew before she exit’s the nursery wiping her bottom lip.
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ONE YEAR LATER
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James is in front of Andrew, standing in the open playpen made of gray steel. He claps his hands and gets his attention as he calls the baby to him. Smiling wide Andrew slowly stands up and wobbles his way toward his father.
As Andrew hugs his father’s leg and coos, talking in baby talk, his father steps outside the playpen and fastens the small lock on the door.
“Now son, I know you don’t like me to leave you alone, but I need you to take care of yourself for a while.
I have a date with Beatrice however. You know her right? Well, im going to be gone for about an hour. I tell you what, that woman sure is a master of cock sucking. Who would have figured that, being that she is relatively inexperienced.”
Andrew smiles at his father. He knew all too well. Amata had sucked his small, but growing, one year old dick a lot since the past year. Nobody knew that the two had played doctor so many times, but the two enjoyed their time together.
Andrew laughs and claps his hands. James laughs as well and places a hand on Andrew’s whispy blond hair. He checks the lock and exits through the door.
Little Andrew unlocks the gate and wobbles over to his “I Am Special” book and turns the pages, for some reason setting his stats for when he gets older. They go 10,6,5,3,4,3,3. For in his limited baby knowledge, he somehow knows that someday, he will be able to tweak them the way he likes.
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NINE YEARS LATER
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Andrew clenched his teeth and flexed his muscles while his hands were firmly gripping Amata Almodovar’s black hair, pulled behind her head in a ponytail. Amata was Andrew’s childhood friend and earliest experience with sex, being introduced to each other when they were only 1 year old babies.
This seemed like the millionth time that Amata had taken his smallish 10 year old cock into her mouth and sucked it, bobbing her head expertly and taking it the entire length into her mouth until the tip of his penis poked at the beginning of her throat.
At 10 years old, Amata had become the greatest cock sucker that the vault had ever known, although few of vault 101’s residents knew of it. If the entire populace knew, then the overseer likely would have been beaten to death.
This is not to say that Alphonse Almodovar did not indulge his private fantasies with his willing daughter behind closed doors, or share her love of sucking cock with James and his 10 year old son. In fact, Alphonse would secretly have his daughter suck cock to settle disputes or quell fights and small uprisings. If ever there was a problem in his hand picked security force, or with one of the male residents within the vault, the Overseer would present Amata, naked except for a tight and tiny thong, to the person in question and he would be “convinced” to step down.
Other than that Amata’s talented mouth was to be used only by her father, James and Andrew.

Andrew was the one on the receiving end now. Amata had awoken Andrew from his sleep while his dad still slept in the other room by lowering Andrew’s pajama pants and licking his cock and stroking it until Andrew’s eyes fluttered open. She then smiled at him with her full lips and sparkling black eyes and told him to follow her to the back storage closet. When they were well hidden, she locked the door and she sucked his cock even better than usual.
“What‘s with the sudden surprise, Amata?” Andrew moaned as he felt her warm wet mouth lower on his throbbing dick.
“Well its your birthday and im not holding back on the perfect present.” She answered, taking her lips from the boys erect penis for a moment.
When she resumed it only took about 10 minutes of steady expert cock sucking until Andrew was nearly there.
That is where we entered the story from. He was grunting and trying to be quiet while Amata’s mouth sucked his dick steadily, eyes closed, enjoying the feeling of his hard dick in her mouth. Andrew’s hands were gripping her black hair as she sucked harder and faster.
Suddenly, Amata pressed her mouth down and her lips touched his small amount of blond pubic hair. She had swallowed his entire 5 inch long cock.
That was it. He grunted one last time and bit down onto the zipper of his blue vault 101 child’s jumpsuit in order to stifle himself as his balls clenched and flooded the young cock sucker’s mouth with sperm.
After a few moments, Amata lifted her head and licked her full brown lips of the excess cum and sat back catching her breath.
“That was incredible. The most wonderful blowjob ive ever gotten.” Andrew gasped slumping back onto a pile of jumpsuits that were waiting to be washed.
“You’re telling me,” Amata laughed, “You nearly drowned me!”
After a laugh for a few moments, Amata’s expression turned stony. She looked at her Pip Boy 3000 that she had received a few days ago on her 10^th birthday. She checked the time.
“Shit.” Amata mumbled and rolled her eyes.
“What is it?” Andrew asked her, his hand meeting her bare shoulder. Her tits were starting to blossom early and they were clearly soft bumps with brown nipples the size of quarters. He loved squeezing them and sucking them when the two of them were having their special love time. Amata had told Andrew that he was the only one she loved “playing with”. the others were alright in her opinion. She didn’t care. But she had a special bond with Andrew that made her really love him.
Amata looked up at Andrew after a few moments.
“Ive got…a date.” She said softly. Not sadly, but she had something on her mind, definitely.
“With who, my dad?” Andrew laughed, trying to keep things light.
Amata laughed slightly but was still sullen.
“Okay, then who. Im sorry, ill be serious.” Andrew said, sitting up and wrapping his arm around Amata’s bare shoulders. She shivered and drew her zipper up and put her arms back into the jumpsuits sleeves and sat back against Andrews chest.
“Well, it‘s butch. But, I don’t know, He found out what you and I did the other day in the bathroom stall. You fingered my pussy. He went to the overseer and offered him 50 caps to fuck me. He said no to sex but said that he would have me suck his dick if he kept it quiet and paid him 30 caps.” Amata said with a half smile.
“So he‘s…” Andrew started, but trailed off.

“Prostituting me. And apparently my virgin pussy is worth only 50 caps to butch. Asshole.”
The two preteens had been finishing each other’s sentences for years, but this one seemed to hit Andrew hard. His best friend, his lover, was to be prostituted for 30 caps and the promise of silence.
“Well I have to go. Don’t worry, its okay. Ive resigned myself to it. I will be a slut, but at least my father screens all my partners so I wont get a disease.” Amata said with a small laugh. Andrew was still silent. Amata kissed him and he could still taste his semen on her tongue, but he ignored it. He kissed her back, their tongues meshing inside Amata’s mouth. The kiss was one not of friends, but lovers.
“I love you Andy.” Amata said softly before rising from the floor and pulling her best friend up by the hands as well. With those words she was off to the Overseer’s office to suck another cock. This time for the skank’s price of 30 bottle caps. The look in her eyes was sad, and Andrew would be having a birthday party later, where he would get his own pip boy 3000.
He was sad.
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6 years later
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“Yes you have to take the goat today, yes it has a stupid name, but no you are not sick, so you will be taking the test like every other 16 year old in the vault.” James said to his son Andrew. It was time to take the Generalized Occupational Aptitude Test, in order to find out his new job around the vault.
With a sigh and a nod, he smiled at his father and hugged him. He left the room, said a quick hello to Jonas, his father’s medical assistant and the newest cock for Amata’s mouth. He declined a high pay option, instead opting for 500 caps a month and a blow-and-feelup session with Amata, which the overseer readily agreed to. Anything to save the vault some money.
Stepping out into the hall and walking around the corner, the first thing Andrew saw was Amata, naked with her jumpsuit on the ground around her ankles. She was forcibly turned over in the doggy style position with Butch Deloria in back trying to drive his large dick into Amata’s virgin pussy, and she was being held by the arms by Butch’s Tunnel Snakes partners, Paul Hannon and Wally Mack as Butch tried to rape her.
Wally’s dick was out the front of his zipper and rubbing against Amata’s amazing set of c cup tits (at 16 years old) and he was sighing with pleasure at the soft mounds he was rubbing his cock against, but Butch, the leader of the Tunnel Snakes was pushing his dick against her pussy and he was trying to deflower her.
“Butch, fucking quit!” Andrew shouted in disbelief.
Amata was no longer struggling, but she turned her head to face Andrew, and a smile shone on her face through her tears.
“Don‘t be a hero, pal. Go play somewhere. Im gonna be the one to deflower this little cock teasing whore.”
“If you do that, the overseer will come down on you and your gang hard. The firing squad will enjoy shooting you and your bastard friends.” Andrew challenged.
Butch zipped his jumpsuit up and Wally and Paul let go of Amata’s hands. She ran into the nearest closet and locked the door.
“Yeah? And who‘s going to tell him? You?” Butch asked with a raised eyebrow and a sneer, causing a laugh from Wally and Paul as they neared him.
“yes, but id rather deal with this myself.” Andrew said raising his fists. Butch, Wally, and Paul laughed.
“If that’s the way you want it, little man.” Butch sneered in a low voice.
With that Butch swung a fist that caught Andrew in the jaw he stumbled but blocked another two fists from Paul and Wally. He then started fighting back throwing punches at the three gang members. His hits connected with them all, but soon enough he simply singled out Butch, their leader. After a few shots to the face, Butch fell to his back and Andrew ignored the raining blows from Wally and Paul and straddled Butch’s chest. Andrew rained down some punches of his own bloodying Butch’s nose and blackening his eye.
“Alright, Alright, we will leave her alone. The bitch isn’t worth our time anyway.” Butch said.
Andrew stopped punching him and got off of his chest. He stood, battered but the winner of the fight. Butch called his Tunnel Snakes off and they entered the classroom.
Andrew turned around and walked down the hall to the locked supply closet. He softly knocked on the metal door.
“Amata, its me.” He said softly.
She opened the door after a moment, her eyes red and her cheeks stained with tears. Her torn jumpsuit was zipped up but still showed the side of her right large breast.
Amata hugged Andrew and kissed his lips for a moment.
“Thank you for getting rid of them. Assholes. They have fucked with me before but never this hard. Butch tried to rape me. My father would have killed him.” She said, thanking her hero, Andrew.
“Why would they risk it in public?” Andrew asked.
“People have been groping me in the middle of a crowd in the lunchroom. I’ve been forced to give head in class when Mr. Brotch was gone. I had to suck 10 men at once. It was humiliating not to mention tiring. I was a mess at the end of it. But this was new.” Amata explained.
“Since the news got out and the overseer verified the claims himself, it’s a wonder your still a virgin.” Andrew whispered.
She nodded her shivering head against his shoulder. She started crying again.
“First he sells me for 30 caps and since then, hes gotten so fucking full of himself and drunk with power, that because he will kill anyone who opposes his rule, he let the secret out himself. Now I cant fucking walk through the halls without people asking me to suck their dicks.”
After a few minutes of crying on Andrew’s shoulder and Andy comforting Amata, she was feeling better and they walked off to class hand in hand, as they were now for a couple of years a true boyfriend and girlfriend couple. They had been dating for two years.
Inside the classroom Mr. Brotch did not reprimand the two. He took one look at Amata’s ripped jumpsuit and handed them the test and led the two into a private room next to the classroom to take their test. When they were finished, Amata was excited to be an engineer in the vault, and Andrew was excited as well to be the new leader of the vault security team.
His first directive, he gave Mr. Brotch the right to do whatever he wanted to do to Butch for his actions against Amata without repercussions. He smiled and he led them back to the classroom where he walked up to Butch’s chair and overturned it, spilling the surprised Butch into the floor. He mounted him and started punching him in the head with both fists wildly. He beat him within an inch of his life as the boyfriend and girlfriend Andrew and Amata left the room hand in hand laughing, and Butch later left on a stretcher bleeding profusely. When Mr. Brotch was questioned about his actions, the new leader of the vault security force, Andrew Ross rose to defend him stating it was his order and he was to be unpunished. So everything was settled and no one was in trouble any more.
And Butch never laid a hand on Amata again.
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3 years later
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“Wake up!” Amata was shouting into the sleeping Andrew Ross’s ear. His eyes fluttered and he fought himself awake. When his vision returned to normal he looked up at Amata, his girlfriend now of 5 years.
The two were secretly planning to marry, the officiating to be done by James and the witness to be Jonas, and the ceremony to be had in the reactor level that they loved getting together inside when they were young and shooting the BB gun and eventually always settling into a routine of sitting together with Amata on his lap and
With Andrew fingering her soft hot pussy until she came and letting her suck his hard cock until he either plastered his cum on her small tits and face, or letting her drink it all up as was her custom sometimes.
A lot had changed since Andrew became the head of vault security personnel. He could not fire any hand picked soldier that the overseer had chosen, but in the like, the soldiers had to do anything Andrew told them to do. He was in charge whether the team liked it or not.
He cleaned up things in the vault for Amata. All she wanted was to be left alone. She had grown from a beautiful baby into a 10 year old who loved the taste of cock and sperm, to a 16-18 year old who wanted no more to do with the whore lifestyle. She had gone through her mood swings even as she was forced to do orgies for up to 25 at a time.
Her spirit was broken but Andrew saw redemption for her. He cleaned things up by issuing a public verdict that anybody seen molesting, raping or otherwise engaged in sexual activity against Amata’s wishes or being engaged by Amata herself would immediately be incarcerated. Furthermore should anybody make vulgar remarks or sexual innuendos toward Amata would be arrested for however long he saw fit.
There was a small uprising from a front led by butch, about 18 men strong, who stood against him at first. But on the first attack on the security force, and Amata herself, the tunnel snakes’ rebellion was short lived with 8 men dead from his side. They immediately surrendered and were thrown into prison for 2 years. After the rebellion was crushed, the vault returned to peace, free of rape and open vulgarity against Amata.
As the peace grew there was a small rift between Alphonse Almodovar and James. The drunker the Overseer got with power the more the idealistic James countered him, both privately and politically. The vault would become in less than two years, no more than a dictatorship.
With every tug at James’ will that the Overseer attempted, James grew more and more impatient with the table of power that was set. He would eventually get the will to leave the vault.
Amata is frantic and worried…seemingly weary from her grief that people all around her were being killed. Andrew looks up at her and tries to keep her calm.
“Hey Amata, I was just dreaming about you” he says with a loving tone, but Amata takes this as glib.
“Don’t be a smart ass!” she lectures him.
“Youre dad…he is gone. He has left the vault.” she says sadly.

Andrew sits up in the bed now fully alert as he hears for the first time that the vault has been opened.
“But he cant! The vault door is sealed shut.” Andrew says defiantly, trying to hang on to hope even as the emergency lights come on and the sirens blast every two seconds.
“Somehow he got it open, Andrew. You are going to have to leave this place, and follow him.” She says wistfully.
“How am I supposed to do that?” Andrew asks in confusion, everything so fresh and new in his horrified mind.
“My father and his men are looking for you. The security force turned on your leadership and the vault is in chaos. Plus there’s a Radroach infestation and…Jonas.” She trails off here as a tear slowly rolls down her cheek.
“What? what happened to Jonas?” Andrew asks now worried for his friend’s safety.
“They…they killed him! Oh my God…they just beat him and beat him and wouldn’t stop. I am sorry. I know he was a friend. I loved him too.” Amata said.
She started off hot and angry and afraid, but ended with sympathy, running deep as she had also lost a friend.
“But there‘s no time to worry about that now.” Amata said resolutely. “You need to leave the vault, and I know how. I have my own plan.” She said, wiping the tears away.
“Alright. I love you. And I will trust you.” Andrew said softly, lowering his head.
“There is a secret underground tunnel within my father‘s room. you’ll need these bobby pins to pick the lock. The password is….Amata.” She whispered.
She was furious with her dictator of a father, but she knew that deep down there was love, at least for her, and that was a start. She shook her head to chase the feelings away.
“Here. Here is my father‘s pistol. I stole it after he was asleep the other night.” she said, shivering at the cold and abusive way he had fucked her, and had been fucking her for the last 6 years of her life.
He would pull her hair and tell her that she was a worthless fucking whore. He would laugh at her as she cried, not daring to tell her father no to his sexual advances which bordered on rape. When Alphonse was done abusing his own daughter’s body, he would call her a filthy slut and throw wadded up cash…her allowance…at her on the bed and laugh as she curled into a ball and cried and tried to block the events from her mind then and there.
“Thank you for the pistol, Amata. I will only use it as a last resort.” Andrew promised, touching Amata’s shoulder and soothing her. She hugged him tight and hard and kissed his neck.
“I‘m going to miss you baby.” she whispered. “Ill try to meet you there, but do not wait for me. I love you.”
“I love you too Amata, and I always will. No matter what.”
Andrew headed into the hall and was immediately approached by one of the vault security officers. He had a menacing look on his face as he raised his baton. Andrew raised his pistol at the man, when suddenly, he was flanked by several Radroaches. He turned to fight them off and in his panic, Andrew pulled the trigger three times, killing the officer dead. He stood still, having fired his first real weapon. He was slightly freaked, but he took a deep breath of the dank air and collected himself.
He turned the corner hurriedly and nearly knocked into none other than Butch, his nemesis up until today. He had a worried look on his face and his eyes were red and stained with tears.
“You gotta help me, man. My mom, she’s trapped in there with the Radroaches.” he cried, clearly terrified.

“Butch asking for my help. If only you knew what the word irony meant.” Andrew said glibly.
Andrew stared at the man who had caused him more pain and anger than any person he had ever known in his class or in the vault throughout all his life. Would he help him, or give him a taste of his own medicine? His decision relied on Butch’s answer to his statement.
“I know ive been a total dick to you over the years. I‘m sorry. But its my mom! You can‘t just leave her to die man. Please.” Butch begged.
Compassion overwhelmed Andrew’s heart and he smiled. He picked his gun out of his holster.
“Alright, lets go deal with those Radroaches.” Andrew smiled, picking the fallen Butch up from the ground.
He lead the way into Butch’s house within the vault. As soon as Andrew turned the corner he heard Butch’s mother wailing.

“Butchie! Help me!” she screamed as sounds of pain emanated from her.
Andrew opened the door quickly and stood outside the door to Butch’s mother’s bedroom. He opened it quickly. Ellen Deloria was naked on her bed and the Radroaches were attacking her, biting into her flesh and leaving welts and bruises. A couple of spots of her body were broken, blood showing slightly, but otherwise she was none the worse for wear.
Andrew had a tingling in the back of his mind. He had a gift. He could slow down time and increase his concentration to give him deadly accuracy on any body part of a foe he chose to fight. Andrew had V.A.T.S. mode. Vault Assisted Tactical System. He could use it for up to three shots right now, but as he grew in battle so would the number of shots.
Andrew used it now, he stilled his breathing and looked at the four Radroaches attacking Ellen Deloria. He attacked each roach one time and never missed a mark. For the fourth he exited VATS mode and shot the large bug in the abdomen, killing it.

Ellen was so grateful that she jumped from the bed and, still naked, the MILF hugged Andrew tight and kissed him deeply on the lips in appreciation. She groped his large cock inside his jumpsuit and as he felt it stiffen, she got down on all fours on top of the bed. Butch rolled his eyes and exited into the living room, allowing his mother’s hero to receive his reward.
The MILF named Ellen had short blonde hair and blue eyes, and still had perfect skin even in her early 40’s. she was still incredibly sexy, thin and lithe. Her tits were a firm and gorgeous D cup and her body curved in all the right places and her ass, still firm as well was round and sexy. On all fours in the doggy style position she spread her legs and arched her back.
Although she stank of vodka, she was incredibly sexy. He walked up behind her and fished his erect cock out of his fly. He grabbed Ellen’s ass hard and pushed his dick inside her wet, not-so-tight pussy and fucked her hard making her moan out, nearly screaming in pleasure as she was manhandled hard and fast by her new young lover. She pushed herself back meeting Andrew’s thrusts inside her hot vag.
“Oh, yes! You teenage fuck toy! Uhnnn! Yes, fuck my cunt!” Ellen screamed in ecstasy.
She finally came around Andrew’s cock while biting down on the cover that adorned her bed. Her body clenched and so did her pussy. Andrew grunted as he shot a huge load inside Ellen’s juicy MILF pussy.
Andrew withdrew and went out the door leaving the grateful woman behind to recover from her orgasm. He saw Butch looking the other way, obviously angry that Andrew had fucked his mother. Andrew actually felt compassion and returned to the naked sexy woman, who was now sitting upright and drinking her third bottle of vodka that day.
“Hey, I don‘t normally say this, but you’re son needs you, okay? Stop being such a drunken whore and spend time with someone who actually fucking matters okay? Put the fucking bottle down and go fuck your son. He needs you.” with that he left the apartment and exited the door that led him through the atrium.

Ellen felt horrible. She smashed the bottle and stood up and walked into the living room to her son. She seductively crawled on her knees to the boy, who turned, angered at his mother. She grabbed his crotch through the material of his vault jumpsuit.

“forgive me baby, I have spent time with all these different men and am drunk all the time. I will try to change okay? Starting with this.” she unzipped his jumpsuit and pulled the two sides apart.
She sucked his nipples and kissed her way down, taking his cock into her expert mouth and sucked him. Her son was given his very first incest blowjob. He was so grateful that afterward he ran as fast as he could and caught up with Andrew, who was killing some Radroaches alongside Andy, the Mister Gutsy robot and an old friend, Security Officer Gomez. After the fight, Butch approached his former enemy.
“Hey man, this is a thanks for, you know, bringing me and my mom closer. You can have my tunnel snakes jacket. Its not much, but go ahead and take it.” he said thankfully.
Andrew accepted the jacket and put it around his shoulders. It was warm and surprisingly comfortable as he zipped the front up. He thanked Butch and went on his way.
As he went up the stairs, Andrew was startled by Mr. Mack banging on the window from his room. Mr. Mack was pissed off and he raged against Andrew and his dad. He called the guards and one ran at him, but he ducked the swipe of his baton and punched the guard in the back of the neck, stunning him before he shot him 5 times, killing him.
He reloaded the 10mm pistol, turned toward Mr. Mack and flipped him off. Thinking better of it, he retrieved a black magic marker from the corpse of the security officer. He moved to the window and wrote the words, “Fuck you, Mack. My father was a saint, and by the way, I‘ve fucked your daughter Susie more times than anyone else here, and she moaned and squirmed every fucking second” on glass in large letters.
The look of death on Mr. Mack’s face made Andrew laugh a little. With a bad boy grin he pretended to grab Susie Mack’s ass and thrust his hips as if he was fucking her. Mr. Mack was red faced now and shaking, wanting to murder the boy he had hated and abused since Andrew was nine years old.
With this humiliation complete, he walked through the door and killed a couple of Radroaches as he climbed the stairs. He heard shouting coming from the room the jail cell was located in. He ducked and peeked through the window as Wally Mack, the newest leader of the Security Force was thrusting his cock in and out of Amata’s mouth as her own father placed a gun to her head.
Amata was crying openly as she was forced to suck this man’s cock. Wally was being so…rough with her. She gagged hard and nearly threw up, but she held it down as he pulled her hair, nearly yanking it out by the roots as he forced his cock down Amata’s throat. She sat naked in a metal folding chair at gunpoint. She was sweating, her large 19 year old tits bobbing up and down with the motion that Wally Mack was forcing her to go through.
Andrew felt a strange sensation in his dick. It hardened. Hardened at the sight of his true love’s rape and humiliation. It grew harder still as Wally Mack roughly pulled Amata to her feet and smashed her pretty face into the desktop and held her there, forcing his large 10 inch cock deep into her pussy. There was no passion, no gentleness, no finesse to it. It was brutal how he forced half of his cock into Amata’s tight pussy at once. She cried deeply now, tears drenching her face as the pain ripped through her. Her father still held the gun pointed at her head.
“Officer Mack may enjoy this, dear, but I surely don’t. now tell me where your friend is and I will have him stop this. Because you have until he cums into your tiny slut pussy before I shoot you dead myself.” The Overseer spoke softly, but he was menacing in his tone. The bulge in the front of his pants revealed the truth that he was lying about not enjoying the complete rape and humiliation of his daughter.
Andrew felt bad about what he was doing. He had his big dick out and was stroking it earnestly watching Amata’s sexy cunt being rammed with Wally’s huge cock. The crying and sobbing only added to the visceral thrill of it all. He shook his head and suddenly lust turned into rage.
His face went bright red as he understood what was going on. The two were raping Amata to get the information about where Andrew himself was, and she was refusing to confess, even to end her pain knowing that the Overseer would kill her if she did not come forth.
Her own father, through the glass, shoved his now naked cock into Amata’s throat, raping her mouth the way Wally had been doing. The look on his face was one of blissful lust as he rammed Amata’s sore throat.
Taking a breath of stale air, he opened the door and using VATS mode he watched time crawl and he shot Wally Mack in the head and then turned and thinking quickly, shot the Overseer in the leg. Both dropped, one dead and one simply wounded.
Amata, now free, ran as fast as she could, head in her hands, to her house not even 10 feet from the detention center and right next door to the overseer’s office.
Being alone with the evil overseer, Andrew disarmed the man and field stripped Wally Mack, taking the pictures he had taken of Amata’s abuse and placed them in his pocket for his own personal use. He took the armor from his body and the helmet from his head and donned them like trophies. He took Wally’s club from his prone and lifeless corpse before he turned menacingly toward the Overseer.
Aiming his gun he advanced on the fallen man. He reached onto the top of the table and collected the Overseer’s pictures of Amata’s rape and again placed them in the pocket of his jumpsuit with the others.
He grabbed the Overseer roughly by his hair and pointed the barrel of the gun underneath his chin, pushing up sharply and making the overseer cry out in fear.
“Listen here, you fucking asshole, you EVER touch Amata again and I will fucking kill you. Slowly. Understand?” Andrew growled with intent and threat.
“I place the good of the vault over even my paternal feelings. But I admire your protective spirit. Amata will not suffer more because of your actions.” he rasped.
“Not good enough. You put your cock anywhere near her and you will die.” Andrew said through clenched teeth.
“Okay, you win. She will not suffer anymore.” he said softly, sounding older.
“Now please, turn yourself in and end this destructive situation.” he asked with authority.
“You are an evil motherfucker. You will try to kill me. Do you think im a fucking idiot?!” Andrew shouted. The overseer did not respond.
“Listen here, Alphonse” Andrew started, not giving him any sign of respect, “I personally hope that you die a long, horrible, painful death and spend eternity in hell for your bullshit. But it wont happen today. What would I tell Amata?” Andrew grinned. He holstered his weapon and walked out of the room.
Andrew heard Amata crying from inside the door. He opened it and she started, but relaxed seeing that it was Andrew.
“Thank you!” she managed, hugging him, limping because of the abuse her pussy had taken.
“I told you my father was not himself. Now go, ill be okay. You need to open the vault. Ill try to see you there.” she whispered, giving him a long kiss of appreciation.
His dick got hard again as he could taste both Wally and the overseer’s cocks in Amata’s open mouth. The memory of her rape, as bad as it was and as much as he loved her, would stay with him forever.
With a final farewell Andrew left the house and expertly broke into the office of the overseer. Using the terminal within, he learned the password to the secret tunnel. He gasped.
“Amata.” was all it said. Even with as evil as the overseer turned, he still loved his daughter. Andrew wiped a tear and opened the tunnel. He descended and aimed his gun for any other enemies. He found none. He walked into the giant room where the gear-shaped metal door to the outside world was located.
He walked up to the control panel and stopped. What could the password be? Smiling, he typed the word “Amata” into the control panel. It was denied. He sighed and rolled his eyes and typed “overseer” into the panel. Within a second the loud buzzer sounded and the red lights surrounding the door came to life, bathing the room in a spinning red light.
Amata limped into the room and slowly approached Andrew. She placed her hand on his shoulder and kissed his neck. She had freshened up. She had washed her face and brushed her teeth and used mouthwash. Her lip was bruised and her eyes slightly red, but other than that she looked like nothing had happened.
“Oh my God, you opened the door.” she breathed.
Andrew looked at her softly and kissed her lips. It was her sweet taste once again.
“It was not easy, but it had to be done.” Andrew said looking into Amata’s eyes.
“You need to go baby.” Amata whispered.
“Why don‘t you come with me?” Andrew asked earnestly.
“It is tempting. I want to be with you. But I am needed here. I am the only person who can talk some sense into my father. He needs me more than you do. And if anybody can survive out there, it is you.” She kissed his cheek and walked slowly back to her house within the vault.
A side door opened suddenly and two security officers rushed him. Using VATS he killed the first officer and then after he exited his concentration mode he pulled a baton and cracked the other officers legs. He cried out in pain as he hit the concrete hard. He was furious as he beat the man. He broke both of the officer’s legs, a custom they used to deal with many people. He beat him across the chest and then over the head before breaking both hands. The officer screamed and cried out.
“This is what you and the entire corrupted security force does to people. If a person steals you hurt them, badly. You’re just getting your comeuppance.” Andrew growled as he swung the baton several more times, breaking the man’s arms and bruising his face and neck. Andrew slammed the baton down across the man’s throat, breaking it.
The corrupt officer gargled, choking on his own blood and, gasping for air, slowly died until he was limp. Andrew threw down the bloody baton and took the security armor off. He zipped his jumpsuit back on and with the same marker he had used earlier, in small capital letters, he wrote AMATA across the right shoulder of his jumpsuit before throwing the marker back down with his dead victim. With that he walked out the steel door and after thinking back on his looks and his stats and what type of person he wanted to be, he decided to stick with his gun prowess, his charisma, and his talent for lock picking.
And so he cautiously opened the small wooden door and walked into the sun, so bright from his life underground, that the light blinded him completely for 30 seconds. He fell to his knees, shielding his eyes, but it was no use, he couldn’t see anything but white. He was afraid he damaged his eyes, but was relieved when his sight slowly returned little by little. As soon as he could see again, he looked around slowly, surveying the landscape.
The wasteland.
He saw the damage and the destruction as far as he could see. He walked onto the scenic overlook nearby a simple tree and looked around. In the vicinity he saw a jumble of steel and junk. He noticed a robot and a couple of people coming out of that jumble of refuse. He decided he would check it out. He walked out, gun drawn and crossed the cracked head of cement and blacktop that used to be a street and moved downhill. Underneath the cliff. He was wary and moved quickly, but was alert at the same time. He came within site of the jumbled mass of steel and saw the robot out front.
“Hello…partner, and welcome…to megaton. Friendliest town around.” the robot droned.
With that the huge metal door swung open. He cautiously entered the huge town in a crater and did not know what to expect.
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