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A World Without Purpose	By : SlowDeathJashin Category: +A through F > Fallout (Series) > Fallout (Series) Views: 9515 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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The night was far more quiet than I liked it to be. All I wanted to do was sleep from a long, unbearably hot day. I had grown used to the sound of the wind pushing against the burned trees and of crickets and dogs barking. Sometimes the howls of coyotes off in the distance but there was none of that tonight. It was so quiet that it became unnerving real quick. The small, ruined village that I lived in was never like this.

That's when I heard thumps that sounded like doors being kicked in, followed by gun shots and the yells of the old women that lived close by me. I couldn't move, laying with my eyes open, scared to death. This was hardly my first rodeo in the wastes but I've been lucky enough to not been in a raid. Well, before now, anyway.

My neighbors were screaming, followed by routine gunshots. They were being executed one by one. And then, there was the sound of footsteps outside of my tiny house and blades being unsheathed. I understood well what was happening as my door was kicked down after just two strong kicks and I calmly sat up in my bed, hoping for a quick death just like my neighbors. I wanted to look them in the eye as they killed me.

The door to my bedroom slowly opened but the ones I saw looking right at me were not the raiders I was expecting. In fact... It was worse and my stomach lurched, making me think I might puke right there. It was Caesar's Legion.

I froze, trembling in my bed as four Legionaries and one masked Decanus entered the small room and the Decanus directly approached me as the others surrounded the bed, machetes drawn and small pistols at their hips. I looked up at the man's covered face, embarrassed that I was in my sleepwear, which was just a tiny, pre-war nightie. Nothing too revealing... That is, only if I had been wearing underwear of any kind. But that was just too hard to come by, nowadays.

I only knew about Caesar's Legion from rumors coming from the east. I was terrified out of my mind but I knew better than to try and fight them. It would be bad if I tried so I sat still, staring off to the side as the masked Decanus pulled out the top of my nightie to peek at my chest, snickering underneath the mask a little as I felt his eyes drift downward. I was embarassed, fighting off the urge to smack him off of me as he slipped one of my breasts out of the top. “Take this one as a slave,” he said in a deep, ragged commanding voice. “Kill the rest. It's mostly old men and women, anyway.”

He walked away swiftly as one of the legionaries grabbed my arm and pulled me from the bed. This one stood a whole head taller than me and his grip was absolutely menacing. “Grab anything worth carrying,” he ordered the others. I kept my head down as they tore through my stuff, knowing that there wasn't really anything in here of use to them besides a few knives. “You're pretty... A lot prettier than the fucking jet addicts we find roaminng around here... Asking to be put out of their misery,” the legionary spoke to me, his eyes unashamed as he looked at my exposed breast and down to my hips, the nightie already riding up, slightly.

Then, I felt his rough hands stroking the tender flesh of my chest. It was too much as the man dialed it up to groping and my instinct took contol of me, making my hand grab onto his arm and try to pull it away. I heard a snort come from him as he pinched down on my nipple, twisting and pulling me against him. I squealed from the unexpected discomfort and looked at his triumphant face. “If the Decanus would let me have my way you'd be marching through this desert buck ass naked... And pregnant by morning...” His tone was demanding and calm, not willing to fight against me but, rather, eager to beat me into the dirt.

He released my nipple, wasting no time to pull the other breast out and lift the nightie above my waist, roughly manhandling my hips as I felt his needs grow. “How do you appear to have never been touched by the wastes?” he deeply growled at me. As they continued their search, I heard the screams of what was left of my neighbors until it was deathly silent. They had even killed the watchdogs. I kept my eyes closed until it was over, and finally the legionaries were finished searching my home, finding everything that I had.

“Why aren't you trying to get away?” the man holding tightly onto my hips asked. “You're so calm about being taken by the Legion... Why?”

I looked at him, my eyes staring through his goggles trying to search for any humanity whatsoever. “I don't see a point in it... If you're taking me somewhere I'd rather make it in one piece.”

He laughed at me rolling his eyes as he roughly pulled me against his body and bucked his hips against me. “I just think you want a thick, Legion cock.” He gave me a mocking grin before pulling a thick, leather collar from inside of a pouch strapped to his hip as he led me from my house into the deadend wastes. He buckled it so tightly that I was having a hard time breathing and he pressed a button on a small box that was attached to the side of it. My eyes got wide, realizing really quickly that it was a bomb collar.

He laughed softly, his tongue slinking it's way up my jaw as I froze, biting my lip in frustration. “The Decanus has the sensor on him so if you get too far away...” He paused, trying to be dramatic. “Well... you might as well say goodbye to your head.” Then I was off, being dragged into the night further into the Mojave Desert with Caesar's Legion, completely exposed from my waist down and my tits hanging out of the nightie. Why we were going west I had no clue. I thought they were stationed in Colorado, which was far east of here.

Another sleepless night was nothing new to me. I just needed to keep my ears open and listen to them when they actually spoke to one another. Mostly, they talked about wanting to rape me, seeming to wait for permission from the Decanus though it never came. My being exposed didn't help the situation at all, as they still found reasons to grope and harrass me, even showing me their dicks and threatening to shove them down my throat.

They were keeping a fast pace and, though I wasn't having a hard time keeping up, they kept pushing me forward. It seemed like they were just fucking around with me but my feet hurt badly from walking over the rocks and gritty sand that pushed it's way between my toes. But, the legionaries were becoming very overzealous in their harrassment, getting to the point where one of them knocked me over onto the dusty ground. The Decanus spoke up at his men, striking fear into all of them with his violent and commanding voice, seeming to grow tired of their rapey banter. “This one's going directly to Caesar himself so be too rough with her and you'll be the one hanging on a cross by morning.”

My heart dropped as I was trying to breath and I couldn't help but look up at the leader of this scouting party, wondering exactly what he meant. He couldn't be serious. Directly to Caesar? For himself or one of his best men? I had only heard stories of the Legate from people passing through to escape the expanding grasp of the Legion. Maybe I should have taken their advice and headed for California.

But it was too late for that, now...
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