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Queen of the Roost	By : BJMichaels Category: +A through F > Fallout (Series) > Fallout (Series) Views: 3989 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Chapter I
- 2-Chapter II
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Carli was on the ropes. Literally. Big Van had just cracked her in the jaw for the umpteenth time this fight. Big Van raised her muscular arms in triumph, eliciting a roar from the crowd.
Sweat stung the cut beneath Carli's left eye. The arena spun, just a little. She was groggy, but far from out of the fight. And better still, she'd hurt Vanessa – Big Van – at least as much as the unofficial champion of the Roost had hurt her.
"Ready to go down, bitch?" Big Van snarled as she turned back to her opponent.
"Not on you, skank," Carli replied. With a gulp of air, she rushed the champ, hands balling into fists. Her left jab struck Big Van in the small ribs, but the more muscular woman blocked Carli's right cross.
Carli leaped back, barely avoiding a jab from the champ. Her foot leaped from the canvas, almost of its own accord. A cold crack went out, louder than the crowd as the heel of her boot connected with Big Van's jaw.
The champion howled and tumbled to the floor. On their feet, Carli's fans began to chant her nickname. "Crusher, Crusher Crush Her!"
Pulling back the sweaty mass of hair matted against her scalp, Carli took a few deep breaths. She was well toned, with rippling muscles of her own. Not like man muscles: Big Van had closer to a set of those. But Carli was strong and agile, standing nearly five feet ten inches.
"Time for you to lick a little twat, Vanessa." Carli taunted the other fighter with her actual name.
"I'm gonna knock a bitch out," Big Van snarled as she picked herself up from the mat. Another kick nearly sent her sprawling again. But this time, she grabbed Carli's foot, held on.
Hoping to judge it right, Carli backpedaled, then leaped. Big Van had just enough time to dodge the twisting kick, then bent Carli's leg in a bad way.
Carli screamed and pulled away, clutching her calf. Pouncing, Big Van was on top of her. A meaty fist crashed into Carli's nose, then another against her jaw.
All sound in the arena came distorted. Lights flickered in Carli's vision. The big oaf climbed to her feet. The referee began to count. She heard him from far away at first. When he got to four, she realized she had to get up. Losing a match was frowned upon in the Roost.
Rolling over onto her stomach, Carli climbed to her hands and knees. Seven. The ring ropes were beside her. Sound and light was beginning to clear. Eight.
She pulled herself up, shook her head to clear the cobwebs. Big Van closed in, thinking she had her opponent finished. Carli's bright blue eyes narrowed. She shifted her body weight and surprised the champ with an uppercut.
Big Van staggered backward, surprise mixed with confusion. Another right, then a left and the champ reeled. Carli grabbed her around the shoulders, slammed a knee into the bigger woman's midsection. While doubled over, she gave the champ another uppercut, right on the nose.
Big Van's eyes glazed over. She still stood, but her arms fell away to her sides and she teetered. The crowd took in a deep breath.
"Get her, babe!" Maddy, Carli's manager and sometime partner in the ring pounded the mat. "Knock her into next week."
Now, it was Carli's turn to get a little cocky. Instead of finishing Big Van, she jabbed the nearly six foot tall, stocky, muscular woman in the jaw, once, twice. Big Van rocked back on her feet, but still didn't fall. The crowd loved it, though.
Carli raised her hand in triumph. "One more slug should do it," she screamed to her fans. She clenched her fist and wound up her swing, confident her opponent wouldn't know it was coming.
Her swing came to her like a slow-motion replay. As she sent her fist toward Vanessa's jaw, the bigger woman's eye glinted. Before Carli could react, Big Van blocked the blow and rabbit punched Carli in the stomach, stealing the breath in her lungs.
"Finish the bitch." Eduardo, Big Van's manager tossed something into the ring. It gleamed under the torch light. As Big Van scooped it up, Carli realized it was brass knuckles. Weapons weren't forbidden in any fight in the Roost. Usually, Yuri, the guy who ran the fights, didn't want anyone killed – he saved that for special nights – but non lethal weapons were just fine.
Big Van slipped meaty fingers into the holes, turned to Carli with a devilish smirk. She rushed the challenger, ready to knock teeth loose.
However, Carli had just enough time to steal some breath back into her lungs. She was twenty-seven and in prime condition. She ducked Big Van's swing and her knee met finely toned abs. Not letting up for a second, Carli unleashed a flurry of hard lefts and rights and kicks, backing Big Van up into the corner.
One last slug to the belly left the champ dazed again. She slumped down into the corner, fingers loosely hanging onto the brass knuckles. They were easy for Carli to slip off and drop to the mat.
This time, she didn't plan to share the moment with the crowd. She backed up to get a running start. A well placed knee to the jaw and she'd toss Big Van on the canvas for the ten count.
What she didn't plan on was the cracking sound. Wood splintered. Carli's head, shoulders, legs went numb for a frightening few seconds. She dropped to the mat like a ragdoll. No sound penetrated the veneer for a long moment. Everything spun. Then she heard the faint calling of her manager and partner.
"Oh my God, Carli, get up!" Maddy sounded closer than she should have, since she was at least seven or ten feet away at ringside.
There was that counting again. Was the ref counting out both women? Carli struggled to get up. Her first attempt failed miserably. Then, she felt herself rising from the mat. Something was tugging at the ponytail she'd put her hazel hair into before the match.
Then pain surged into her scalp, sounds and sights coalesced, and she realized Big Van was pulling her up by the hair. Something gleamed, just out of her peripheral vision. Before she could move a muscle, Big Van rammed her fist into the side of Carli's face.
Everything went black.
Slurred sound. Double, triple lights swung around and around her. She heard a distant voice calling her name. A male voice was also saying something.
"Eight."
That was the referee. Before Carli could even understand he was counting, a loud bell rang. Boos echoed down and Big Van was hopping up and down on the mat, her arms raised. Distantly, Carli wondered who the big bitch had just beaten.

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"That could've gone better," Maddy said. She stooped down, offering her hand to Carli. Maddy's hair was done up in a bun behind her head. She rarely let it down; she said men went insane for her if she unfurled her auburn tresses. Pretty, yes, but enough to drive men – or anyone, really – insane?
"You think?" Carli asked. Talking hurt. So did standing, she discovered a moment later. "What did that asshole hit me with?" Without waiting for an answer, she rounded on the woman who was supposed to look out for her. "And why didn't you stop him?"
Maddy took a step backward, hands in the air, palms toward Carli. "Easy, babe," she said slowly. "He's quick, Eduardo is. He shoved me from behind before I knew he was on my side of the ring. He had a pool cue in his grimy little hands. That must have been what he hit you with."
"And then Big Van finished me off with those brass knucks," Carli said, her voice forlorn. "I was so close."
In the post nuclear world, life was brutal, and usually short. Carli was rather unique: born before the Great War in 2068 and she wasn't a ghoul. Her grandparents on her father's side escaped eastern Germany around 2050, Carli's father a youth of sixteen. Germany, like Ukraine and Poland before it, were once again falling under the thumb of communist Russia and Carli's grandmother had information that could damage the communist's hold on the country. The United States wanted to use that information, and offered asylum.
Because they were deemed 'useful' to the United States, Carli's family were given a special place in one of the new Vault-Tec bunkers. This was new because it held cryogenic freezing units. Of course, new doesn't always mean better. Most of the freezing chambers malfunctioned in the two hundred years between the Great War and Carli's 'rebirth' into a harsh new world. She was the only member of her family to escape. At nine years old, she quickly fell into the hands of one of the more unscrupulous raider gangs, the White Vulgars.
At first, they treated her well enough. She had food and a bed of her own. The Vulgars also made her exercise. A lot. Cardio, weights, they molded her into the fighter she was today. At fourteen, she had her first match and knocked out her competition in under a minute. At twenty-one, as a rite of passage, she competed in her first death match.
But this was supposed to be her last. If she won, which everyone guessed she would, the White Vulgars would have set her free.
"Well, well." Yuri's voice, deep and dark, interrupted Carli's thoughts. "If it isn't the little bitch who lost us a helluva lot of caps."
"Uh, I'd better go," Maddy said quickly. Carli heard her partner's boots beating a hasty retreat.
"What have you got to say for yourself, Carli?" Yuri asked. He ran the Roost. But he was also a White Vulgar and reported back to the gang bosses on a regular basis. "We lost a thousand on you." He was handsome, if you liked the square-jawed, hard bitten look. A gaping hole in his smile and a fierce scar across his left cheek said he'd fought his way to his position in the gang as well.
"Eduardo." Carli said the word like it was a curse. To her, it was. "That slimy sneak fucked me. And not in the good way." Personally, she'd been so used and abused that sex meant nothing to her anymore, but she acted like it did. When she needed to, she could be sultry. It had gotten her out of scrapes before.
To her surprise, Yuri chuckled. "Yeah, Eduardo," he said, his voice small. Then he glared at her again. "You're supposed to be able to take the punishment and give it out. You're a Vulgar. You should have knocked Big Van off her pedestal."
"I did take a hell of a beating." Carli worked her jaw. Another loose tooth, but nothing ready to fall out. Yet. Her neck and the back of her head hurt like a sonuvabitch.
"And you lost." It sounded so... final. Yuri continued to glare silently at her. After a few moments, he began to slowly shake his head. "What am I gonna tell the bosses, Carli? I don't want 'em to hurt that pretty face of yours."
Yeah right. Then don't let them make me fight. The thoughts came quickly and left a bitter taste in Carli's mouth. She was made into a fighter. It was all she knew at twenty-seven. That terrified nine year old girl she'd been for two hundred years seemed to have been lost for another two hundred.
Instead of saying any of that, she took a few steps toward Yuri. Ready for a different kind of action, she slowly, deliberately swayed her hips as she got closer. "I know how to make it all better, Yuri." Her voice was like a soft purr, even in her own ears. She'd become quite the actress since being released from cryo.
"Oh, yeah?" Yuri asked. Still trying to play the hard ass, she could tell his knees were turning to jelly. He had simple tastes.
Without another word, Carli pounced. Her soft, yielding lips met his thin ones. They parted and her tongue darted inside. Yuri was a hard ass, but he liked some things soft. He was one of those guys who loved it when the girl took control.
Deftly, Carly slipped out of her overshirt. The one beneath was cut very low. She didn't have a voluptuous bosom, but they were big enough to satisfy most. In the sleeveless undershirt, pushed up to the fore, they looked big enough, anyway. She pressed herself against his thin chest. He hadn't been a meaty, in your face fighter, more a quick, agile opponent who relied less on brute force.
Before long, one of his hands wandered up that undershirt. About damn time, Carli thought. When the tip of his finger reached her left nipple, she gave a small sigh through their kiss. Keep shoveling on the layers, kid, she thought to herself. It was easy to play straight men. Easy when you looked like Carli, anyway.
One of her hands wandered toward his rear, groped his buttocks. Before long, he was imitating her, right hand at her breast, left fondling her ass. Might as well enjoy things myself, she thought, feeling herself start to warm to the moment.
Her tongue flicked around inside his mouth, but broke the embrace to playfully bite at his earlobe. He returned the favor like a good little puppy. He shifted his pelvis against her thigh. A hard lump pressed against her.
When she kissed him again, her right hand slipped down, down and into his torn jeans. Gingerly, her fingertips toyed with the engorged head of his dick as they kissed. He gave back a throaty grunt into her mouth. His breath tasted like cigarettes, but she tried not to think about that.
Before long, she was stroking him uncomfortably within his pants. There wasn't enough room for her hand in there with his hard dick. Abruptly, she broke the kiss, slid down to her knees, kissing his stomach as she went. His once hard abs were beginning to develop some cushion. In short, Yuri was getting old.
But still young enough to be eager for what she was about to do to him. She grabbed the bottom of the shaft in her right hand. He was average. Good, I won't choke, her cynical mind said. She gazed up at him, all doe eyed and innocent. Men liked that crap, too. Her tongue played around the head a few times before she went down hard. He groaned, but she let it out of her mouth and gently slapped it into the side of her face, looking up and giggling like a schoolgirl.
With her right hand grasping the bottom, her left hand took hold a little higher. As she massaged his dick, her tongue batted out at the bottom of his balls. Gently, she sucked one into her mouth. Yuri grabbed the back of her head and held it firmly, but not too tightly.
Soon, she had both his testicles in her mouth. At least he'd showered somewhat recently. That was the best you could ask in the Wasteland.
"Oh, baby, you got skills," Yuri breathed.
Yeah, right. The bitter part of Carli chuckled. A wet mouth can please any man without much trouble.
Once she released his balls, she got down to the real work at hand. Still grasping the base of his rod, now with her left hand, she sucked in first the head of his dick, toyed around with it with her tongue and slipped her right hand down into her own jeans. Yeah, she'd gotten wet all right, without noticing too much.
She plunged downward, taking his length into her mouth. It was average, and yet it still reached the back of her throat and she almost choked. Quickly, she slid it back from the brink and got into a nice rhythm. Up, down, work a little more saliva to make it go smoothly. She could feel him slowly start to clench. His hand, still at the back of her head, stopped guiding her; it was more like he was just holding on for dear life.
The fingers of her right hand worked some magic, slipping up and around her juicy clit. Occasionally, she'd stick one or two inside, just to get more wetness to rub around the labia and clit. She was more into the clit than vaginal stimulation.
When she felt Yuri's grip tighten around her head again, the heat of passion began to fade. She realized she'd been more into herself than him. Reluctantly, she slipped her middle finger into her pussy, left her clit alone.
She doubled down her efforts on Yuri, firmly gripping his shaft in her left, while furiously sucking, then releasing, then sucking again as she took him into her mouth.
That hand at the back of her head let up again and he began to moan softly.
Another thirty seconds passed and she had to remove her right hand altogether. She'd been getting close herself and didn't want to ruin it for Yuri. Her life may very well have depended on it.
Fingers glistening from her own juices, she reached up and began stroking his member. He was getting close, too. She kneaded and sucked, sucked and kneaded. Yuri groaned and Carli felt the warm, slightly salty taste jet toward the back of her throat. She plunged her mouth farther down, holding her breath to let the last stream fly toward her throat.
As he just started to go limp, she gulped, got to her feet. She hoped Yuri didn't have anything, but felt pretty certain he was clean. A lot of gang members did all kinds of dirty stuff, but Yuri mostly just smoked cigarettes. That wouldn't give you a disease. Not one you could transmit, anyway.
She remained close by, almost right in his face. He was only half an inch taller than she, if that. They were about eye to eye.
"Well?" she finally said, glancing down. "Are you gonna pull up your pants, or what?"
That dazed look quickly passed from his eyes and his cheeks began to heat. "Uh, yeah," he said and suited action to words.
He stepped away, reaching into a shirt pocket for his pack of Grey Tortoise cigs. After he'd gotten one going and a cloud of smoke surrounded his head, he paused to blow out some more.
"Go on, get outta here," he said, waving with the cigarette. "I'll think of something to tell the bosses."
Carli turned to leave, a generous smile spreading across her face. "Thanks, Yuri. You ain't such a bad guy." She hurried toward the back rooms. Fighters' quarters were in the building adjacent.
"Get checked out by the doctor in the morning, though," Yuri said before she escaped earshot.
The doctor. Great. "I will," she reluctantly promised. Not only didn't she win the big fight, now she was wet and the urge to finish herself was fading. She was sore and exhausted from the fight, too. Reluctantly, she guessed sleep was better for her than anything.
She even fought back the urge to go outside. Anything could be waiting out there. The Roost occasionally had to deal with a Super Mutant attack, not to mention rival gangs who thought they might have been cheated in a match.
Yuri didn't tolerate cheating in the Roost. Even the Vulgar bosses knew not to ask him to sanction cheating. That didn't mean everyone always believed that. But the club and fighters' quarters were relatively safe. She lay down on her stinking mattress, briefly wondered where Maddy was, and soon drifted off to slumber-land.
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