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A/N: I don’t have much to say this month. Hope you all are doing well and if you liked this update, be sure to leave a review/comment letting me know if you’ve got the time. Love to hear from you guys.

Chapter 11
Tag(s): Sexy strip, Oral
Words: 11,865
Maria Porter stepped into the space of the vault’s communal showers after yet another day of long, exhausting work shoveling the vault’s refuse at the very bowels of the underground facility. Voices and chatter sounded around her, but she took no part in the social activity, refusing to look at the number of equally naked women strewn about the large room.
An arm over her breasts while her hand cupped her crotch, the rest of the women were far less concerned with their nudity scrubbing away at their skin and conversing with their neighbor as though it were perfectly natural.
As if being forced to shower in the same room wasn’t mortifying enough, they weren't even given the privacy of stalls to separate their nude figures as they bathed. Rather, a large and square tiled room made up the entirety of the women’s washroom with shower heads sprouting from the walls every few feet. And in the center, a significant drain was set to collect the filth of so many bodies to no doubt be cleaned, filtered, and reintroduce into the drinking system.
Disgusting!
More women had been like Maria at the start. Shy, ashamed to be seen after growing up in a society where knee length skirts were considered scandalously salacious. But as the days went on and they grew more used to seeing so many breasts and bushy mounds, their own seemed much less shameful than their old world seemed to imply. And finally, a sense of necessity had swept through the group of women forcing them to adapt to the shared bathing space.
But for Maria, it continued to be nothing more than a horrifying reality, and one that only affirmed her choice in sending her daughter, Angela, to finally do her duty in salvaging what was left of their family’s standing. Unfortunately, as the days went by and the mother continued to return to their excuse for a living space only to find her daughter’s shamefaced failure, the older woman was beginning to doubt her child’s capabilities. Proof, perhaps, that Maria had been a bit too heavy-handed in keeping Angela separate from the opposite sex.
It had been the right decision at the time to maintain as much of her child’s worth as possible for when it was time to find an… appropriate marriage partner. And by appropriate, the mother obviously meant a man who was capable of increasing the Porter family fortune even more than its already sizable amount. And to that end, the mother had done her best to craft her only child into the most eligible bride among the upper echelon of American wealth.
Careful dieting and strict exercise ensured that the girl remained beautiful, an endeavor made that much easier do in part to Maria’s own genes having taken a significant impact on the younger Porter’s appearance.
Angela also had needed to be intelligent enough to be more valuable than simple arm candy that would be tossed aside once those looks faded. After all, it was vital that she be able to take on any of her husband’s tasks should he need help running their company. A perfect partner that any man would be proud to show off.
The mother had also made sure that her daughter remained demure, however, lest that competence come off as intimidating to her husband’s own successes - as well as retaining an air of sophistication and femininity.
Along that same vein of thought, Maria had thought keeping her daughter innocent would add more to that value. In her experience, at least, it seemed men actually preferred their brides blushing and nervous – if only to inflate their masculine egos when they were eventually allowed to claim the girls for themselves. Unfortunately, those ideals had just come back to bite her in the ass as now it would seem her own daughter couldn’t even seduce a teenage boy.
The blond-haired woman’s already narrowed eyes only tightened at the thought of spending another week in that box of a room. Before the bombs had fallen, she’d had closets bigger than what The Overseer was expecting nine women to make do. Before the bombs, she’d had ivory bathtubs with massage jets and beauty products that had to be harvested from the very heart of the rainforest. Before the bombs, she’d had power! And now…
Maria’s glare turned petulant as she finally shifted her hands to reach for the bar of soap used by God only knows how many unclean bodies. Unfortunately, as filthy as she felt by the idea of washing herself with used soap, the smell of smoke and rotten trash clinging to her skin proved to be even worse. And when your job revolved around burning garbage all day every day, refusing to shower was not an option.
She could still smell it on herself despite having shed the excuse for fashion this vault called a jumpsuit. Day in and day out, her entire life revolved around the disgusting job she was being forced to perform even when the baby soft texture of her hands started to callus from the wooden shovel handle and even when her legs and feet ached after hours of standing. But every attempt to petition The Overseer for a new roll was met with the same attitude as the rest of Maria’s requests.
“I’m sorry Miss Porter, but as I’ve already explained private rooms are currently reserved for women who are with child.
“I’m sorry Miss Porter, but every woman needs to work if they want to be fed and your current… skillset doesn’t allow for many positions besides your current.
“I’m sorry Miss Porter, but I’m afraid the women working as cooks don’t have time to take any special orders.
“I’m sorry Miss Porter, but I couldn’t really care less who your husband used to be.”
That… infuriating woman. So smug. So proud of her special little title. Maria found herself genuinely enraged at the gaul of someone so clearly swollen by their own self-importance. Unfortunately, that same woman happened to be in charge of the wealthy woman’s new world. And in this world, her previous influence didn’t seem to matter for much at all. Which, again, only further reassured the older woman that the decision to send out her child had been the right one. After all, if you can’t beat the rules, make them work for you.
The rest of Maria’s shower was spent in silent rage as she battled between the urge to cover herself and rid herself of the awful stench of work. The hard and scratchy rag rubbed against her fine porcelain skin until the surface shown red with irritation. It was only then, satisfied to feel a slight sting across her entire body, that the woman made her escape back towards the changing area where she could finally escape the common gutter waste.
The rough cotton of her towel seemed to be made of the same material as her panties as the older woman deftly slid the thin white fabric up the long length of her legs. The stiff, unflattering wire bra slipped up her arms until she found herself with the now familiar frustration of attempting to wrangle the obscene orbs dangling from her chest called breasts.
To think, all the wasted hours of maintaining her beautiful and slim figure only to be turned into some bloated cow via godforsaken chemicals forced down her throat. The older woman found her hand tracing the dramatic curve of her hip and waistline with no small amount of condemnation.
Those first few days as she and the rest of the women had to watch their bodies suddenly balloon had been some of the hardest. Thinking of how elegant she used to be, garnering eyes from every corner of the room as her slim figure glided across the dancefloor or through the halls of her home, only made her all the more bitter as she forced the zipper to close over the now ridiculous swell of her breasts. She had always taken so much pride in her lithe figure, how her curves had always been more graceful than the bulbous crude things so many women seemed to think men wanted.
Possibly worse than her body itself, even if she wanted to take a break from the ordinary rags she’d been given, her new figure made it all but impossible to try on any of the gowns or designer dresses she’d been smart enough to pack away before quickly rushing to the vault. With the exception, of course, of the two single lights left in her life.
Her hand reached up in what had become a practiced motion as her fingers brushed along the still sparkling diamond earrings hanging from the lobes of her ear. They were all she had left of the old world. The only thing she owned that could remind others that she was, in fact, their better.
Back from her locker, she retrieved yet another treasured keepsake jealously guarded against the rest of the people. It might appear as a simple and small bottle of perfume, but the honey and lilac fragrance had cost more than most of these women probably earned in a month. And as Maria twisted the crystal top free, she was immediately comforted by the familiar fragrance inside. Perhaps the only thing able to truly mask the horrendous aroma of garbage and ash.
She tipped the bottle carefully, just enough for the very tip of the clear fluid inside to brush against the pad of her index finger sealed across the opening. She didn’t dare waste another drop of the precious liquid which had already lost an entire eighth of its limited quantity. And after brushing the already evaporated sample along both sides of her neck, Maria quickly stashed the bottle back inside it’s hiding place, a suspicious glance thrown over each shoulder.
The trivial symbols of superiority might have been the only thing keeping her already frayed mind from coming completely undone. And taking a deep breath, the older woman took a moment to find comfort in the expensive items before slamming her locker shut with a bang and whipping around to head back towards her dorm for some well-deserved sleep.
Despite her discomfort of her new chest, the older woman remained poised as she stepped out of the women’s showers and into the main vault’s hallway – back straight and posture perfect as befitting a woman of her station.
The neanderthals milling about the corridor around her might not appreciate the effort, many even going so far as to roll their eyes, but Maria understood the importance. Even if only to further distinguish herself from the general public, and to remind them that she was of better stock then they. And that, no matter how much had changed, be it her food, clothing, house, husband, bathroom, and body, she was not like them. And deserved to be held with the respect she had been rightfully born into as her mother before her.
The comfort, and she used that word very, very ironically, of her temporary home eventually came into view. However, opening the door the single mother stopped short of walking through, a single elegant eyebrow raised as she found a number of eyes staring directly at her.
Maria was a woman of… proper bearing, as one might be able to guess from looking at her. Well, at least to the people who were kind enough to avoid more vulgar adjectives. Unfortunately, to the several other women who were forced to share a room with her, the collection of homemakers and part-time workers were all in agreement that “bitch” fit her smug face just a bit more.
To their credit, the majority had been in favor of reaching out to the cold demeanor-ed woman who’d they’d watched silently caring for her only daughter. If only because it seemed like the right thing to do after the world had ended. And to find as much comfort as they could in the only people that understood what they were all going through losing fathers, sons, and husbands alike. But all it took was one sneering dismissal of their outstretched hand for them to understand precisely what type of woman they’d been stuck with.
There was a fair amount of grumbling and irritation after such a rocky first impression. And yet, somehow, a few of her roommates remained positive in their interactions when they dared to cross the invisible line the terse woman had set up around what she designated as “her” corner of the room — going so far as to personally set up blankets and sheets around her and her daughter’s beds as if to alienate them both even more than she already was.
“She’s just having a hard time,” they would say, “she just needs time to acclimate.” But the longer they waited, the worse they watched her get until the most charitable amongst them could no longer tolerate the overbearing sense of superiority the woman seemed unable to shed.
She wouldn’t even turn to face them if they tried to strike up a conversation, going out of her way to turn her back until the good Samaritan was forced to retreat awkwardly. And worse were the times she did speak up, interjecting herself into whatever conversation about these women’s lives before the vault that she happened to overhear.
“Oh, your husband proposed at the mall where you first met? How… cute. Mine proposed after buying out an entire restaurant on one of our trips to France.”
“And tell me, just how many bathrooms does this ‘doublewide’ house?”
“Goodness! You actually gardened? For pleasure?! Well, I suppose simple people ought to be entertained in simple ways.”
It got to the point that the other women began to voluntarily pull their beds even further from the already sectioned wall of blankets putting as much distance as their limited living space would allow between them. Ironically uniting the group of women against her and giving them a sense of unity in a world so terribly fractured. But also leaving Maria, and as a consequence, Angela, as isolated as the proud mother seemed determined in becoming.
Only four of the seven women she was usually forced to put up with had made it back, but, of them, every single one had turned the moment the door opened only to stare in complete silence as they recognized her face. However, even more strange were their expressions.
No longer the tasteless displeasure of seeing her face, most of the women looked uncertain or worried with the exception of one particular trailer trash whose already classless features were twisted in a smug grin. Maria’s eyes narrowed cautiously.
“Maria Porter?” a voice called out. It was only then the blond woman turned to realize there was another woman in the room, one she was unfamiliar with standing dutifully by the door and away from the rest of Maria’s roommates. After a moment to consider and glance down, her eyes naturally widened with excitement at the letters spelling out, “security” emblazoned across the newly dubbed guard’s protective vest. And it was also in that moment the mother became blissfully aware of her daughter’s strange absence.
“Yes!” the older woman immediately responded, relief, excitement, and vindication all rearing up at once at the possibility of her plan finally following through.
She hadn’t given Angela enough credit; it would seem. Not that this was too surprising. For all her daughter’s shortcomings, Angela was still her child, after all. She would have to congratulate the girl on a job well done even if she did take her sweet time.
“That is, yes,” Maria repeated, calmer this time as she regained her composure. “I am thee, Maria Porter. Are you, perhaps, here to tell me about my daughter?” Despite her best attempts to maintain her appearance, she couldn’t help the very obvious smile tugging at the corner of her lips. And how could she when her mind was already racing with all the newfound wealth suddenly within her grasp?
Beds made of cotton and real mattresses rather than synthetic fabric and foam mats. A shower for her and her alone where she would be free to bathe in comfortable nudity. Fresh foods that weren’t merely slopped out of a can and into a pot to be warmed and served.
Of course, in comparison to the life she used to live, these things might not seem so grand. But Maria wasn’t so out of touch with reality as to think there was ever a chance of regaining such luxuries. Nor was she asking for them. All Maria felt entitled to was every single thing that her current position could offer her. Was that really so selfish?
“Maria Porter,” The security personnel continued in her bland, inflectionless tone. “As per the rules of the vault established by Overseer Mabel, you have been summoned for breeding purposes by one Tomas Swan. Please follow me to a designated room set aside for the purpose of fulfilling your duty. Congratulations.”
The way she said the words, so detached and monotone, it was clear the women had been instructed on the correct delivery of such news. And as five women now stared at the broad-shouldered woman in utter disbelief, the security remained as such, staring at nothing in particular as she waited for a reply.
One of Mabel's roommates were the first the respond in the form of a horrified gasp. Another woman quickly followed with an, “oh my god,” while another made no effort to hide her snickering.
After all, they’d all had to sit there with the security member while they waited for their favorite roommate to come back, completely oblivious as to what was going on. And now that they knew, their poorly hushed whispers and gasps made them seem as though they were women half their actual age. And all the while, Maria was forced to stand there in utter shock, her face unusually expressive as she tried to make sense of what she’d just heard.
“I…-.” she started, only to stop as she recognized the sound of hushed gossip chittering behind her back. Her face naturally brightened with a red hue that increased as her lips pressed into a line. She forced herself to continue, ignoring the gaggle of idiots blathering only a few feet away.
Panic started to bubble, thick and heavy while her mind raced at the sudden shift in tone. But this… couldn’t be right, could it? No, no of course not. This must be a simple mistake. And deciding this, her shoulders relaxed from their previously clenched stiffness – the more obvious explanation rising to the surface of her thoughts.
“Oh!” Maria suddenly gasped, relief rolling off her as she gave an open smile. The sudden exclamation was followed by a humorous chuckle as if to contradict the other woman’s previous proclamation completely. “I’m sorry, you must mean my daughter?” she happily explained, glad to clear the air. “Angela Porter, yes. That is who you’re looking for. She is a student in his class, and quite friendly with the boy if I remember right!” she lied easily, “while I’ve never so much as met the boy. If you don’t mind waiting, I’m sure my daughter will be home shortly. I can’t imagine what’s keeping her.”
Because of course that was what had happened! Names were so easy to mix up, after all. It was far more likely the boy had merely been confused or perhaps a simple case of telephone after the message was passed down so many ears. Unfortunately, as the guard lifted her arm to scroll through a previously unnoticed Pip-Boy, Maria would find it much harder to keep up the cool façade.
“Says here an Angela Porter has already been processed for insemination.” The security guard informed, earning no small jolt of bliss from the girl’s mother. Maria managed to forget her own situation for a moment, a real smile stretching across her face at the confirmation. “This is a different order for her mother, Maria Porter. You.” And like that, her grin all but vanished.
At least emotionally. On the outside, her smile was exactly as wide as it had been a moment ago, albeit clearly forced as she let that statement sink in. And even then, she found herself forced to double check. You know, just in case…
“Me?”
“You.”
“Me, specifically?”
“You.”
“Maria Porter, you’re sure?” she continued, growing more and more desperate with each question. And this time, the security woman didn’t bother answering, glaring instead. An in response, Maria’s expression slowly dropped into one of uncertainty, no longer able to ignore the disturbing revelation.
This… was not part of the plan – obviously. She’d already been lucky enough to experience the bliss of having a child, which was exactly one more time than she’d have preferred.
The first time had been more than enough to assure her that there was nothing miraculous about pushing a five-pound parasite out of your body. The pain of birth, the uncomfortable weight, the mood swings, and cravings and the horror of breast milk! Then, of course, there the joys of swollen ankles, stomach, breasts, fingers, face, and just about every single part of her until she felt like a blueberry that had to be rolled from one room to the next.
Between living as a pauper and allowing the vault to twist her body even further than it had already been permitted had turned out to be a difficult decision. She’d nearly submitted herself when she came upon the realization that she could substitute her own body for her daughter’s.
A decision she hadn’t made lightly, she felt like adding. But one that appeared to be all for naught in the end. And it was starting to look like she was doomed to suffer through another bastard whether she agreed or not. Except now, she wasn’t even allowed the comfort of knowing she’d get anything out of it! There was guaranteed to be some irony in there if she were in a mood to care for such things…
“Looks like you’re gonna get that private room after all!” a voice from behind suddenly called out, the apparent relish in her tone all the more irritating. Folded politely in her lap, the older woman had to actually resist the urge to turn around and slap the offending smart mouth right then and there.
“Well,” she started cautiously, doing her best to appear calm as she put on her most pleasant expression. “Let me say how… flattered I am, sincerely. Unfortunately, at this time I have no intentions of having any more children. I’m afraid I’ll need to decline his… wonderful invitation.” While unlikely, her eyes twinkled with hope seeing one last chance at escape. Unfortunately, seeing the security officer raise an eyebrow, Maria would quickly find that hope dashed across the metal floor.
“Well, you better get ready, cuz nobody was asking what you wanted. Overseer rules, remember? You get picked, you get knocked up. No exceptions.”
The woman in uniform didn’t appear overly smug about reminding Maria of this. If anything, she sounded too casual about the idea of forced breeding. Like it was any other law she was forced to enforce. Maria’s response was a bit more dramatic as her calm facade began to crumble.
“And if I refuse?” Maria challenge, back straight and eyes trained down her nose at the stocky woman. To which the security personnel simply smirked.
“Then you can kiss that pretty head of hair of yours goodbye and say hello to scrub duty.” And just like that, no one was smiling.
Everyone in the vault was made aware when The Overseer decided to commit resources into reclaiming the tainted half of the vault. But even after they were able to repair the air filters responsible for leaking radiation into the male dormitories, every room in that section needed to be scrubbed clean before the doors could be unsealed and new rooms could be made available. Which meant people were required to go inside before everyone else and get rid of the radiation. As well as… the bodies.
This job was perfectly safe, of course. Or, at least, so The Overseer claimed. The personnel were given Vault-Tec hazmat suits at the very least. Unfortunately, rumor, gossip, and a relatively small understanding of radiation had bred a distinct air of fear and unease at the prospect of willingly exposing yourself to such an environment. Stories ranging from going bald all the way to bizarre and disfiguring mutation made it so hardly any were willing to step forward, even at the threat of starvation.
Mabel Turner was left with few options as a result. And in the end, she chose to create a solution for an issue that had been looming above everyone's head since the very beginning of the vault.
After all, despite her orders, she knew eventually there would be women who would refuse to obey her law and reject their responsibility to continue the next generation of vault dwellers. The question remained, what was she supposed to do when that happened?
Execute them and set an example? The riots she’d somehow managed to avoid the first time would destroy the vault before population ever became an issue. Having them strapped down and raped would no doubt illicit similar results with the addition of risking Tomas’ cooperation.
Even threatening to imprison them wouldn’t hold much weight when all of them were already trapped in the same place. It would necessarily mean stranding them in a private room where they wouldn’t be able to work with others or contribute. Essentially giving them the same rewards as the women who were helping the vault survive and incentivizing dissent.
Which is why cleaning the vault had turned into such an opportunity. And she’d made it clear, anyone who refused to serve the vault by bearing its children would do so by risking their body in another way. Never mind that the danger wasn’t real. The very fact that these women believed it was real was all the weight The Overseer needed to ensure her goals were met one way or another.
“Now, now,” Maria soothed, her expression sliding easily back into the calm, patient mask. “Let's not do anything hasty, shall we? There won’t be any need for any of that.” She smiled then, completely forgetting her earlier tone. “This is for the good of the vault, after all. How could I not do my part?” The security did smirk then, snorting a quick laugh before turning around to exit back into the hallway.
“Follow me.” And Maria did.
Of course, as soon as the stocky woman’s back was turned, Maria’s face crumbled back into a heated glare. She followed after into the hall with hands clenched at her sides itching to reach out and strangle the impertinent cow. Thankfully, she hadn’t gotten to her station in life by lashing out at every small grievance, and she quickly turned her energies towards finding a way out of this mess.
Arguing with the security personnel wouldn’t do her any good, and she should have realized this sooner. Attitude aside, she was simply following orders – and therefore had little to no actual authority for her to exploit.
Overseer Mabel was equally useless, even if she tried to petition for an exemption; if only in that past experiences proved the woman’s inability to recognize the value of individuals in her stubborn endeavor to reduce every vault member to the same breeding class.
Which only left her with one option. Thankfully, remembering just who that option was, Maria found her mood improving considerably.
Her tight expression lessened over the five minutes it took to walk from her dorm to this secret location supposedly set aside for her. In that small a time, the hallway of women glanced in her direction curious as to why a regular vault member was being escorted by security. But Maria ignored them all, focused on how she was going to play her next encounter. Until, finally, the women found themselves at a door similar to the hundreds they’d already passed, with the exception of another tall blonde woman dressed in security gear standing guard.
“Ma'am,” the security that had been escorting Maria suddenly straightened, all the previous attitude in her face absent. Carla Robins just nodded her acknowledgment before turning to Maria.
“If you’ll please step inside, Mrs.” To which Maria dutifully nodded, her head held up high as she gracefully stalked past the two women and into the room.
Much like the door, the room itself wasn’t anything different than the rest of the vault. A clash of blue and yellow made up the majority of the interior walls with grey pipes running along the walls and ceiling. The most significant difference was the distinct lack of furniture creating a sense of space Maria’s own room severely lacked. The sole exception appeared as a bed set at its very center, upon which a boy more than half her age sat waiting, his eyes locked on her face.
The door ominously slid shut behind her.
Despite herself, Maria found herself hesitant as she met his gaze. She had seen his picture during the initial briefing at the beginning of the vault. However, besides a few scant glances the older woman had managed to catch in the early days she spent waiting outside his classroom, she’d never gotten much of a look. And given such an opportunity now, she found herself distinctly unimpressed.
This entire time she’d been thinking of him as a boy, and he remained as just that. Perhaps a little older than her own child, any intimidation he might have claimed was ruined by his distinctly soft features not yet that of a man.
Even better, despite his bold gesture of summoning her like a common street whore, ever since she’d appeared his shoulders had clenched and his face fidgeted with clear signs of unease. He really was just another teenage boy given the keys to the kingdom. Which is precisely what she had been hoping for.
“Hello there, young man,” she greeted, putting on another smile as she took a step closer. The fact that he was already sitting on the bed with an obvious tent in his pants did nothing to comfort her. Nevertheless, she forced herself to remain composed as she continued, “I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of an introduction. I am Maria Porter, of the Porter fortune.”
He didn’t blink, clearly unimpressed despite the reaction the mother was going for. Of course, she’d long since gotten used to the mass’ ignorance towards her importance. “If you don’t mind my asking, I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of meeting before now. So you’ll understand if I’m a little confused as to why you felt the need to call upon me specifically?”
Tomas looked away, his eyes flickering away from her gentle stare for a moment before gathering himself. And then, in a tone far too confident for his squirrely demeanor, he said, “I mean, you know, the sequel was so good I just had to try the original.” He finished with a weak chuckle.
Maria raised an eyebrow, while it took everything in her to keep from rolling her eyes at such an obviously prepared line. That had been… unexpected. She’d been propositioned enough times throughout her life to recognize an attempt. Although, this was the first time anyone had used her daughter’s sexual abilities to compliment her own. So, credit for originality.
“My, and just how long did that take you to come up with?” she couldn't help the dry drawl as she asked.
Tomas’ answer was a begrudging smile. “I had some time to wait while you finished your shift,” he admitted. “Thought it might help… break the ice? I don’t know, I’ve never had sex with a woman immediately after her daughter. Kind of new ground for both of us, you know?”
“Quite,” Maria drawled, her nose wrinkling ever so slightly at the crass reminder of his intentions. “And how is my daughter doing? You weren’t too rough on the girl I hope.” Not due to any motherly concern on her part, of course. Rather, if this Tomas turned out to be some sexual deviant with any strange or worrying kinks, better she learn now.
“She’s fine,” Tomas thankfully shrugged. “I, ah, made sure it was a pleasurable experience, if that makes you feel any better. It’ll be about two days before Dr. Wong can confirm anything, but she was still asleep when I left a little while ago. Er, congratulations?” he offered, once again awkward as he found himself explaining how he’d made the woman in front of him a grandmother.
Maria simply widened her already polite grin, an expression usually reserved for putting up with her husband’s business partners and holiday parties. Never mind that inside she was shivering at the thought of her beautiful and youthful self technically counting as a grandparent. She was beginning to realize this young man had a particular knack for leaving the worst impressions.
“My, you must be tired after all that work. I’m amazed you’re able to keep it up after being with so many women day after day, the pace I mean.” She gave a practiced laugh, “surely you don’t want to bother yourself with an old woman like me? If your… apatite truly has yet to be satisfied, I can think of several women you’d no doubt enjoy much more should you decide to change your mind.”
“I’m simply so worried about my daughter, you see.” She rushed to continue as soon as she saw the young man tilt his head curiously. “She’ll no doubt require my help when it’s time to care for the child and another baby at this time might make things very difficult for the two of us. You understand, right?” She put on another gentle smile, playing the part of the dutiful mother the best she could.
She maintained her expression, eyes beseeching as they stared into Tomas’ blue orbs. But where she expected to find surprise or even pity for her plight, her plans took a sudden turn as she found him suddenly dubious, a single dark blond eyebrow raised in doubt at her attempt.
“Huh, that’s not quite how your daughter explained it,” he suddenly revealed. And just like that, Maria found her kind expression melt away.
She didn’t glare at the boy, but her eyes took on a certain coldness that immediately had him sitting straight.
Could Angela have talked about her intent? It wasn’t as though Maria had expressly forbid it, but only because she doubted it’s importance. She never thought anyone would care. A womb was a womb after all, what did it matter if she sent her daughter in her stead? Unfortunately, it would seem this young man intended to take matters into his own hands at some misguided attempt at justice.
Goodness did she loathe the type. It was enough to sour her already aggravated nerves. She’d walked in expecting to find a horny teenage boy taken by her undeniable beauty – that she could handle. People like this, though? All they were good for was a headache. Even worse than the protesters fired from her husband’s company or the environmental idiots worried about their precious planet.
And look how that had turned out…
Life would be so much easier if all of them would only lay down and disappear from her life. Nevertheless, just because her plans needed to be tweaked a bit, didn’t mean she couldn’t worm her way out of this distasteful situation.
“I see,” was all Maria said, drawing back ever so slightly until she returned to her full height. Once again, she made sure to stare down at the younger boy, reminding him of their age difference in the hopes of establishing any of the lingering dominance her status as an adult should subscribe.
“Listen here, Tomas, I do not know what my daughter might have told you, but I can promise there was no coercion on my part. Rather, I simply asked if she would be willing to do her mother a favor and she agreed. Simple as that. Though, I understand if you thought the truth might be darker. If she expressed any desire in opposition, I never would have pushed.”
“Some favor,” Tomas challenge, some backbone returning as he met her gaze. Maria offered a deep chuckle.
“This is a woman’s matter, boy. How could you hope to understand the bond between mother and daughter? Giving life, nurturing and caring for an entire person from inside your own body, it is a magical feeling that I thought Angela would like to share in – to give our family a spark of light in such dark times. She’s always been such a lonely thing. And now she’ll be able to watch a part of herself discover life and all the joys it can bring.”
“And the fact that you get to enjoy a private room and premium food is a coincidence?” Tomas' eyebrow remained raised.
It was Maria’s turn to shrug her shoulders, a surprisingly inelegant gesture even as her hands folded in her lap. “There shall be a few benefits, yes. But we are doing our part for the vault the same as any other woman. Why shouldn’t we be entitled to the same amenities?”
“Because there is no ‘we.’ You’re not doing anything!” Tomas bluntly pointed out. “Angela’s the one doing all the work. And you’re just mooching off of her, using her as this surrogate womb to put up with all the challenges while you reap the rewards.”
“She’s a sixteen your old girl!” Maria forced a gasp, “she’ll need someone to take care of her.”
“Exactly! She’s sixteen, and you still thought this was the right time for her to experience the ‘wonder’ of pregnancy? Is that the same excuse you’re planning to pitch to The Overseer to get out of working too?” And by the way Maria suddenly clammed up, the answer was very clear.
Maria bit down in that silence, eyes wide with fury as she finally glared down at the impertinent boy. But no matter how much she wanted to scratch those damned eyes out, she didn’t dare think of the consequences of attacking the sole male resident. However, things were quickly spiraling out of her control, and she needed to right it before things went too far – even if it meant relying on her last ace.
This hadn’t been part of her original plan, but it seemed relying on the boy’s honor was outside her ability at the moment. And if she couldn’t appeal to his morals, then perhaps his libido would prove more malleable. It would come at the cost of some of her pride, but so long as she accomplished her goal of walking out of this room with her womb blissfully barren, then it was one she was willing to pay.
Tomas could only watch as the woman’s heated glare turned into something more calculating. Several heartbeats later, his eyes widened seeing her entire demeanor shift. And hips cocked and breasts thrust forward, her new smile was especially salacious as she moved to take a step forward.
“Tomas,” she cooed, “I believe we might have gotten off on the wrong foot. How about we try this again?” and Tomas, still cautious, found himself at least curious enough to nod his head. Maria’s smile widened even further.
“Wonderful, I knew right away you were a reasonable young man. And if I’ve been listening correctly, your biggest complaint is that you feel that I should do my part to earn the luxuries I’ll gain from Angela’s pregnancy. And you know what? I couldn't agree more. All I’m proposing is that I earn them another way.” Her eyelashes fluttered as she waited for Tomas’ reaction.
“What other way?” was his dubious response. It was a little dazing at how fast the mood had shifted. To which Maria moved to sit beside him, the weight of her body tilting his own towards the new dip in the springs while her hand reached out to slide up along his thigh.
Tomas blinked at the forward motion. Not that he hadn’t been expecting some flirtatious gesture, but perhaps part of him had been expecting something a little more… classy? But this? This was something he might have expected from Candy. Not some high-class woman. In the end, it seemed rich people fucked just the same as everyone else.
“Here’s what I propose,” Maria purred, her angular features bending down to nuzzle the side of Tomas head. “I’ll let you do whatever it is you want to me for as long as you want. All I ask is that you avoid anything that may entail… lingering consequences. It must be so boring after a time, after all. The same thing again and again with different women. Surely you’re looking to spice things up a little. And once you’re fully satisfied, you let me walk away and allow The Overseer to believe the seed simply didn’t take. Shouldn’t that be enough to settle my bill?”
Tomas didn’t answer right away, too stunned to find the words. Of all the ways he saw this night going, Angela's mom offering herself never came close. For her to be pissed off or lay there like a dead fish in defiance, sure. But this was way more interesting! But was it right of him to take advantage of his position in the vault like this? To essentially blackmail this woman into doing whatever he said?
He wanted to say no… but SHE had been the one to bring it up. It wasn’t like he planned to take advantage of his friend’s mom. Unfortunately, as tempting as the offer was, the idea of making her pay for only a day when Angela was going to be going through so much for the next nine months seemed just a little too light for the older woman — leading Tomas to consider an alternate option.
“And if you can’t?” Tomas finally spoke up, much to Maria’s confusion. Her seductive smile pulled back enough to offer a questioning tilt of her head. “You said I could do whatever I want until I’m satisfied. I’m asking, what will happen if you can’t satisfy me?”
He’d meant to make it sound threatening, or, failing that, at least intimidating. But to his derision, Maria couldn’t hold back a sudden laugh as her hand reached up closing the distance towards his crotch to give his hardon a gentle squeeze. “Hmm, you drive a hard bargain, but I think I’ll manage.”
The sarcasm was thick in her tone, and it was clear she wasn’t taking him seriously. And for a good reason. She was an experienced woman, after all, who’d also taken a few lovers in her time. And as such, she was very familiar with the limitations of the male anatomy. Even a teenage boy could only get it up so many times whereas she had a number of weapons in her arsenal to exhaust before relying on her more dangerous options.
Unfortunately, she never stopped to consider that Tomas wasn’t any average teenage boy.
In the months since he’d been in the vault, there were very few moments where he wasn’t aroused in some capacity. As if his cock worked on a hair trigger, he couldn’t glance at a woman without unconsciously preparing to deposit his genetic material. Even sex offered a brief respite that usually only lasted long enough for him to catch his breath. And just like that, he was as hard and ready to go as though he’d never climaxed in his life.
The only reason he had to stop was either the woman he was with didn’t want to continue or physically couldn’t. Honestly, he didn’t know if he could be sexually satisfied. Making his own grin somewhat cocky as he regarded the woman staring down at his erection so confident in her abilities.
If she could get away with it, if she could drain him completely? Then yeah, she earned that room and food and more. And if she couldn’t then he would get to enjoy this particular session even more than usual. Perhaps not the fairest decision, but Maria had brought this conclusion on herself time and time again.
“Where would you like to start?” Maria asked, her lips pressed against his ear. And Tomas could only shiver with anticipation.
Tomas didn’t answer right away, turning to aprase the older woman. His eyes lingered on her figure shamelessly drinking in the curves of her body and the ironically angelic quality of her pale features. She was… incredibly beautiful, shitty personality aside. And a golden ticket to do whatever he wanted waranted some thought. In the end, his decision was made for him as his eyes lingered on the sly grin stretched across the older woman’s face.
“How about a blowjob?” he asked, far more timid than he intended. And Maria’s smirk widened at his meek tone, gracefully sliding off the mattress to fall to her knees. Tomas caught himself a moment later, forcing his tone to harden, “AFTER you strip.”
It had the effect he’d been looking for and Maria seemed to hesitate for a moment, an eyebrow raised in dubious challenge at the added remark. But as nervous as Tomas felt ordering a woman to strip, he tried to remember that he needed to be in control of this situation or else this crazy woman would walk all over him.
The silent exchange lasted for another breath as Tomas refused to look away from her piercing stare. Narrowing her eyes and pinching her lips, Maria looked like she was about to say something for a moment but seemed to think better of the gesture. And rather than argue against his tone, the older woman put on a placating smile to replace her smug expression, apparently resigned to keep the young man in a good mood lest he reconsider their tenuous deal. And in the next moment, Tomas would find his efforts rewarded as Angela’s mother moved to stand up from her kneeling position, taking three steps backwards before reaching for the zipper at her throat.
A sigh of relief deflated from the boy’s nose as he relaxed back into the bed. He’d been nervous about pushing things even more than he already had, but he also didn’t want to seem too passive in regard to the older woman.
He needed to remember that, as great a deal as this was for him, technically he was still doing what Maria had proposed. She’d agreed to this. She’d agreed to doing whatever he said. Which meant he needed to feel confident in speaking up if he was going to take revenge for his new friend like he’d promised. And he had to say, even if it had been scary telling this grown woman what to do, seeing her stand up to do it had come with an especially thrilling excitement that naturally brought a smile to his face.
Maria got over her attitude quickly, more than used to the type of men who seemed to get off on throwing their weight around women. And it wasn’t as though she’d expected to have gotten away from this exchange without exposing herself at least a little. She would admit, however, that it had been some time since anyone had been brave enough to express that particular tone around her.
She could only hope it was an isolated event.
Her nimble fingers pinched the bit of metal hanging from her collar and allowed the zipper holding her jumpsuit together to slip down her abdomen. The stretchy material immediately parted around the curve of her breasts pushing the white bra out and giving her a chance to breathe. Her still grinning features paused a moment as she angled her chest even further forward, all but rolling her eyes at Tomas’ enraptured expression.
But she didn’t mind putting on a small show if it pushed his already limited self-control that much closer towards a quick release. After all, if she was going to have to perform with her mouth, an act she hadn’t been forced to display for quite a few years, then it was only natural she’d want the experience to end as quickly as possible. Besides, there were worse things than being admired for her undeniably gorgeous self.
Her smile turned more honest as she reveled in the attention, turning around before stripping any further so she could be sure the boy in front of her could admire the full shape of her ass as the blue material peeled away. And bending over at the waist, she spent an inordinate amount of time with her panty-clad backside pressed into the air while the article continued down the long, elegant shape of her legs.
The panties were next as she righted her posture allowing the elastic band to slide over her womanly hips before falling at her feet. And finally, she reached behind her back to undo her bra, the creamy pale expanse of her lithe back and bottom on display as she took her time shifting from foot to foot. Until, finally, the heavy weight of her chest wobbled free leaving her to smirk over her shoulder as she teased the boy for a moment before turning back around, her full nudity bared to a boy that could have been her son.
Tomas responded to all of this as any teenage boy would. Even with his experience, none of the women had been so… generous in their delivery of their nude bodies, usually always too shy or reluctant to give him anything but what they absolutely needed. The faux strip show was an especially tantalizing treat. And as he allowed his gaze to travel up and down her figure, the resounding pang along his length proved Maria’s efforts were not in vain.
If he’d thought she was a beauty in her jumpsuit, he was downright stunned seeing everything she had to offer just by the natural allure of a woman so beautiful. But also, by how much she looked like her daughter. Or, how much her daughter looked like her.
The same slender, dancer’s shape. The same platinum blond hair, almost albino in its lack of color shorn short to follow the line of her jaw. Even her nipples were the same lovely pink shade he’d been admiring only hours before albeit much wider. The only real differences he could pick out was her apparent height and the much fuller bushel of straw-colored blond hair curling out from the woman’s mons. Well, all of that and the fact that Maria had been clearly affected by whatever chemicals supposedly increased fertility.
Tame in comparison to what most of the women had developed, the size of her breasts couldn’t be larger than C-cups. However, on her slender frame, those same curves threatened to stand out even more than broader women.
Her hips were less of an event. Although when she’d been turned around Tomas had thought her backside might have a little extra padding than a woman of her figure might usually sport. But even that only added to the hourglass effect made that much more dramatic by what had been her original shape.
Maria just stood there while Tomas reviewed all of this, surprisingly shameless as the teenager’s eyes roamed across her body. Honestly, she had to stop herself from rolling her eyes at her newly formed assets, both irritated and exasperated by the boy’s attraction to such swollen things.
Not that she was surprised, of course. God forbid a teenage boy develop a sense of elegance or taste when it came to the female form. Nor was that mental deficiency limited to his age range.
Whether they were fourteen or forty, throw a pair of large breasts and a tight vagina in a man’s face and their brains all but melted. It was a humiliating power, and one that this woman was particularly loathed to exploit. Unfortunately, it seemed to be the only one afforded to women in this world. A particularly irritating fact, but one Maria was never more familiar with as she bid herself to walk forward, sinking to her knees before a child unfit to so much as glance in her direction.
The mother forced her expression to remain pleasant as she went about unzipping Tomas’ jump suit so she could fish him out of his pants.
Because of course, in a world nearly completely made up of women, the single man in the vault had found some way to rise above even the established Overseer in authority. It sounded like the start of a bad joke, but the pale haired woman wasn’t surprised in the least.
In her experience, at least, men couldn’t help but wrestle control from women in any given situation. If not when they were their daughters, then as their wives. And if not as their wives then as their whores and mistresses or whatever other sexual playthings they felt entitled to use and throw away at their leisure.
Good for her, then, that she’d been lucky enough to have her own mother help her understand this world at a very young age. As well as teach her the skills necessary for her to make it work for her, rather than against.
Tomas remained oblivious to her dismay, far too focused on the sensation of her hand wrapped around his newly freed cock. With his shirt removed and the top of his jumpsuit pooled around his waist, he was free to lean back and give her room to work.
He was already so swollen with arousal; the entirety of his erection flushed a deep red nearing purple towards his tip. Maria used the copious amount of clear fluid already leaking from the slit at its peak, wetting her palm in the slick fluid before beginning to pump her hand with practiced milking motions.
The older woman paused just a moment, a hesitant glance sent through her long-bowed eyelashes. “You’ve… showered, correct? Since you slept with my daughter, I mean?” The idea of tasting another woman as well as this boy’s cock wasn’t especially appetizing. And even less so when that other woman happened to be her own daughter.
And Tomas had, thankfully, though he didn’t say as much in that situation, merely raising an eyebrow and offering a secret smile. Maria wanted to glare at him but focused her energies on quietly preparing herself for the worst before taking the dive.
Tomas audibly groaned, unable to help the honest reaction as he slipped back to lean on his elbows. Face craned towards his crotch, half-lidded eyes could only watch as the older woman continued, making good on her promise after a few more motions with her hand. Suddenly the burning temperature of his cock became invelloped in a much cooler sensation of the woman’s saliva and mouth, the entirety of his head disappearing past her stretched lips.
She didn’t hesitate, the slow but firm pace of her hand continuing as her lips sealed around his head’s ridge. Her tongue, just as shameless, nestled against the sensitive skin beneath his slit, wiggling playfully at first before pressing harder in earnest. A moment later Tomas would find himself digging the tips of his fingers into the bed beneath him as he felt her tongue encircle the large shape in her mouth like a snake, the soft and yet firm muscle caressing his flesh and constricting to send shivers up his spine.
A ragged breath quickly picked up despite Tomas best attempts at refraining from losing control too quickly. Unfortunately, as the mother’s head began to bob and her tender motions extended further down his length, the young man would find himself promptly lost in the unique pleasure of a woman’s mouth.
Though he hadn’t noticed until Maria had pointed it out, he actually was a little bored with the routine insemination.
Blowjobs were pretty awesome; it turned out. Not that Tomas was surprised. He remembered at least that much from Candy’s introduction. Unfortunately, Abigail hadn’t ever bothered seeing as how this particular sex act didn’t exactly increase the odds of pregnancy. And none of the other women had been very inclined to offer that additional service once they were already spreading their legs for him.
Taking the time to appreciate the multiple sensations of being served was even better now that he allowed himself to appreciate the effort. And all the while, his lust laiden eyes stared directly down at the woman’s face, marveling at the once cold and terse woman currently taking a break from her dedication to drag her tongue up the entirety of his length in a single long lick before dutifully returning to her duties.
For some strange reason, Tomas found a different kind of thrill in the recollection. He hadn’t been sure how this evening would go, after all, and the decision to take revenge on Angela's part may have been influenced by the fact that he’d just finished enjoying an excellent round of sex. That said, given his current situation, there was no room for complaints. After all, blowjobs weren't exactly as accessible as vagina in his current life. Although, if it felt this good with every woman, maybe it was about time he change that.
Tomas continued to watch her, the pitch in his breath rising each time she managed to swallow another inch. The space between her lips and the top of her hand was ever-shrinking which only added to the sensations already bringing a dumb crooked grin to the teenager’s face. And in the end, Maria finally got exactly what she wanted. A quick finish.
Maria’s eyes watered as she had to struggle to fight her gag reflex as the swollen head neared the back of her throat. Resisting the urge to dry heave, it was an unfortunate consequence of getting stuck with such a significant tool. Giant cocks might be the source of pride for men, after all, but for women, they were nothing more than an even larger burden to suffer through. Which is precisely why, when she finally felt the telltale throb of a release, she might have collapsed onto her aching knees were she not already upon them.
The older woman didn’t pause but instead sped up the motions in both her hands and face – the length of her hair tickling her cheek in her efforts to bob enthusiastically. The swelling sensation along the underside of his shaft naturally increased, as did the salty flavor constantly leaking from his tip, leaving Maria to prepare for the eventual release.
Some people might have expected her to pull away at this point. Tomas certainly did, at the very least. After all, who would expect such a high-class lady to know how to use her mouth like this in the first place, much less allowing a man to finish in her mouth? There was one thing those people didn’t consider, however.
A girl doesn’t get a billionaire to propose by spitting.
And that is exactly what Maria focused on as the first jet of molten goo lurched from Tomas’ tip, traveling the entire length of his crotch before painting the inside of the woman’s mouth with the sticky sensation. It might not be the same kind of wealth, but in doing this, the results would be the same. And if keeping Tomas satisfied meant swallowing down a few mouthfuls of salty spew then Maria was more than ready to pay the price, especially considering the alternative locations it very well could have ended up.
Tomas’ jizz fired again after the first load and then a third and then a fourth. And each time Maria waited for him to finish as patient as could be, even putting up with the sudden sharp thrust of his hips jerking into the air and punching the back of her throat with each twitch. Eventually, the tense energy in his body went limp allowing the older woman to finally pull her head back, lips trailing along his shaft one last time before popping free.
‘Hmm, still got it…’ Maria found some pride in the realization, whipping away a stray drop of white from her lips with a single swipe of her thumb.
The next few minutes were spent in relative silence as Tomas collected himself. Back flat on the bed, his arms had given out at about the same time as his willpower. But he didn’t care about how fast he finished, more impressed by the woman in front of him, perhaps finally realizing his own pride might have been a bit too swollen when he’d so confidently challenged her.
“You’re really good at that,” he admitted, the tone of his breath only slightly calmer as he moved to sit up. Even if his erection was still as proud as ever it didn’t mean he didn’t need a few seconds to recuperate. Maria remained between his legs, a single sculpted eyebrow raised at the suggestion of anything but the best performance in regard to her abilities.
“Angela’s father certainly enjoyed it,” she smirked at the memory. “When I still had a reason to do so, of course.” Her deep throaty chuckle warranted a sigh from the younger boy whose expression turned exasperated.
“So, you’ve always been like this, then? Not gonna lie, I was kind of hoping all of this was just part of the… I don’t know, grief of the world ending or something.”
“Hmm, pragmatic?”
“Greedy,” was Tomas’ flat response, “not everything needs to be this big transaction, you know. Or a trade. Sometimes you can do something for the sake of being nice?” His dry stare only deepened as the sound of laughter quickly echoed following his words.
“Oh, silly boy,” the naked woman shook her head, both her hands braced against his pale thighs. “Let me assure you that everything is, in fact, a transaction. Simply not always in money you can see. Favors and goodwill can be just as, if not more, valuable depending on the person.” And as if she wasn’t transparent enough, Tomas mood turned begrudging as she pushed her point further, a single finger drawing from the tip of his cock to the base.
Her smile turned into a smirk.
“But not everyone thinks like that!” he argued, fighting the urge to shiver at his already rising arousal.
“Oh, they do,” Maria rolled her eyes, “even the ones that say they don’t. Everyone wants to be rich, to have power. It’s called human nature. Some of us are just better at it, is all. And to the people that fail, rather than look at themselves as the issue, they choose to hate us, the winners, instead. Usually trying to claim that the game was rigged or that they never had any interest in the first place. In the end, I suppose it would be easier to believe than that they simply weren’t willing to go far enough.”
Tomas was frowning now, unconsciously acknowledging the woman’s words as… not untrue but still uncomfortable. “That doesn’t make it right,” he muttered, no longer able to look her in the eye. “Money isn’t everything.” It was Maria’s time to sound dry.
“Says the king atop his golden throne. I mean, you even have your own personal harem to fuck and frolic to your heart's content. All I’m asking for is a bed that doesn’t break my back, for food that doesn’t poison me more than it fills, and for a sense of privacy. Nothing that every other human being shouldn’t reasonably desire in any situation.”
Tomas finally fell silent, unable to refute this particular argument. Especially when she was sounding so… well, reasonable. It was especially irksome considering she wasn’t exactly wrong about his position.
His family had its own room. His family had the best food. His family even all got their own beds as good as the one’s they’d been forced to leave behind. And, his personal reservations aside, doing his part for the vault couldn’t be compared to the women who had to carry and birth his children. Was it really his place to decide what was the right or wrong way for these women to get what they wanted?
“But,” he shook his head, forcing himself to meet Maria’s dubious stare, “it doesn’t matter what you say or how you say it. There’s nothing excusing the kind of person that would use their daughter like you did.”
“I never claimed to be a good mother, Tomas,” was Maria’s even reply. “I know I’m not a good mother. And the fact of the matter is, there are quite a few people in the world who are not cut out to be parents. Unfortunately, the truth is some of us aren’t given the option. And women especially are rarely given a choice. I know I wasn’t. I suppose I’m just asking that you take that into consideration before you decide you have the right to change someone’s life so completely.”
Tomas felt his stomach drop at that. He tried to push the emotion down. Unfortunately, nothing could disguise the sensation as anything but what it so clearly was. Guilt. Thick, boiling guilt that threatened to crawl up his gut and throat until it felt like he was going to vomit.
It was so easy to look at the women lined up to have sex with him and believe that he was doing them a favor when he picked them. But the reality that he struggled so hard to ignore was that none of these women were interested in getting pregnant or having sex with him. Rather, they were practically being forced to. Put between a rock and a hard place that they only decided he was the easier of the two to put up with. Essentially forced to humiliate and debase themselves just to gain his attention and life’s simple necessities.
Never mind that he hated the idea of approaching all these women despite knowing they wanted nothing to do with him. And never mind that the situation was just as uncomfortable for him. Everyone seemed to expect it from him, for him to enjoy this new life just because he was a guy. And while, yes, he couldn’t deny he’d found some fun along the way. The orgasmic moments were as fleeting as they were lacking in the comfort they afforded.
He was just a kid, a kid who used to want nothing more than to build up the courage to ask a pretty girl on a date. But then the bombs fell and suddenly he had a room of women looking at him and telling him that if he didn’t help them, he and his family and everyone inside the vault was doomed to die a slow and decaying death.
So why the hell did everyone seem intent on making him feel like the bad guy?
Maria smiled seeing him faulter. Typical man. All huffing and puffing but as soon as he came, Tomas became as docile as a girl could ask for. Far more reasonable than what she’d been dealing with before – as well as malleable. She’d been testing the water, so to speak, seeing how much further she really needed to take things. But seeing him already so shaken, her instincts screamed to press him even further like a shark tasting blood in the water
“How about we just leave things at this, hmm?” Maria continued in the same cool tone. Her expression was lifted in a pragmatic smile that reassured the boy in front of her. Maria’s hand lifted to cup the side of his face in a gesture far too sympathetic.
His hesitation continued to stretch as his face remained turned away from the woman’s kind eyes, hating how they made him feel. All the pleasure he’d just experienced, all the thrill of feeling this woman’s mouth suck him dry had evaporated leaving him with a distinctly hollow sensation. One that he was… growing more and more familiar with as of late. Unfortunately for Maria, what she’d thought had been weakness was really a slowly boiling anger that she’d unknowingly pushed just a bit too far.
He already knew all of this. He already knew that he was doing a horrible thing to these women. And sex was the only time he felt like he was allowed to forget about this fact.
Angela had been a blessing in that way, in that he’d felt like he’d really had a chance to help one of his lovers by giving them a child. And even that had been ruined as soon as he’d realized the truth. Ruined by this woman. Ruined because she’d forced her daughter to sleep with him; and making him complicit in whatever life altering changes might occur as a result of a sixteen-year-old girl giving birth no matter how happy she tried to claim she was.
Even though he’d never admit it to himself, that had been the real motivation to reach out to Maria. As much as he tried to claim he was doing this for Angela, this revenge was just as much for himself. For the guilt he felt finding out what he’d done after the fact. But he was tired of feeling guilty. And even more than that, he was annoyed at having every fear he’d been trying to repress thrown back into his face.
Maria remained oblivious to the whirlwind of torment her words inflicted on the young man, only allowed to spy on the haunted expression fixed on his down turned face. She reveled in her own cunning, all but tasting the delicious flavor of victory as real and tangible as the salty aftertaste lingering on her tongue. She could see him breaking, could see the effect her words had on a boy already so fragile in his securities. It was like crushing porcelain in the palm of her hand.
If only every authority in the vault could be so easily swayed. Unfortunately, just when Maria was sure she was about to be set free to get dressed and leave this awful place, Tomas tone quickly changed. And she found herself shrinking back at the suddenly piercing stare sent her way.
“You may be right about all of that,” he acknowledged, but there’s one thing you forgot. And that is, in this world, I don’t have a choice either.” Maria felt her eyes widen at the admission, anger bubbling to the surface as her once kind expression clenched. “And last I checked,” he took a second to glance down at his erection still standing proudly mere inches from the woman’s face, “you still have a job to do.”

A/N: Okay, looks like we’ve gotten to see a bit more of Tomas feelings towards how things have been going. Slightly more aggressive than most of you were probably thinking but try and keep in mind the position he’s in right now. Essentially forced to take on this very emotionally taxing role in the vault that people would probably blame him for. and whereas he’s been to shy/insecure to feel intitled to express or even feel these emotions of remorse and guilt, the confidence he’s steadily been collected will allow him to evolve in ways some people might not expect. The other people in the story especially. Maria’s just the woman who’s unlucky enough to have poked him one too many times. We will have to see how that turns out for her…
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