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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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When she awoke, she once again couldn't find Maddy. With her erstwhile friend incognito, she sighed, put on some leather armor and grabbed a pistol from Yuri's private collection and a baseball bat.
The trip to the 'Doctor' took Carli to the fringes of Raider territory. The White Vulgars were a genuine gang, like the Brotherhood of Steel, or the El Berserkers, who ruled the areas around the old, rusted elevated – El – trains. Raiders, by contrast, were unorganized and cared only for senseless brutality.
Dawn was just breaking as she set out. She let her hair fall as it may; it was naturally wavy and spread out like a lion's mane when it hit the cool morning air. Heading east, she got a good look at the crimson sky. Dark clouds along the horizon said storms might come their way, considering the chilly wind that blew in off the lake to the northeast.
"Have to be in doors for that," she said absently. Storms in the Wasteland could be ordinary, or terrifying. Green bolts of lightning would bring dangerous rads, and acid rain was sometimes lethal.
Carli didn't remember much about life in the United States of 2077. She'd been a girl of nine. In the intervening years, she'd had to toughen up to survive, and fond memories were few and far between.
What she thought she remembered, though, was that to be called a 'doctor' meant years and years of schooling. Doc Betty's qualifications, however, seemed to be limited to the fact that she had a security force in her employ and she had set up shop in an old hospital. Oh, and she always wore a grimy white labcoat.
"Hiya, Carli," Betty said in greeting. "Heard about the fight last night." She touched Carli's arm, gave her a sympathetic look that was more pathetic than sym. Then she stepped back, looked Carli over from top to bottom. "I'm glad to see it hasn't affected you from the outside." She patted Carli's ass. "Mmm, firm, with just enough jiggle, just like I remember." Her gaze was wicked.
"Thanks, Doc," Carli said flatly. "Can we hurry this up? Yuri just wants to make sure all my parts are still attached." In reality, she wanted to beat a hasty retreat from here. In her spare time, she hunted caps. Part of the reason she fought was because she had no choice. She was White Vulgar property. The other reason was, her victories earned caps toward one day releasing her from her 'contract' with the Vulgars. If she found enough caps scavenging, she might be able to get free sooner.
"Now, now," Betty said and patted her behind again. "We mustn't stand in the way of progress. I hope to get this whatd'yacallit, a hopsical, up and running again some day. All my whatsit? Brain power, goes into new ways to restore power and make these gizmos work again."
Beside her sat an old, smashed monitor. She patted it as lovingly as she'd just touched Carli's butt. For a moment, Carli wanted to tell her that monitor wouldn't work again, not unless Betty found a way to replace the screen. At the last second, she remained silent. Let the nitwit learn on her own. If she was capable of learning the difference between a whatd'yacallit and a whatsit.
Instead, she sighed. "Where do you want me?" It was all she could say. The White Vulgars and other gangs paid fees to Doc Betty because she had a surplus of stimpaks, bloodpaks, buffout and every other drug under the sky hidden away in the basement of the hospital. Under heavy guard at all times, of course.
"That's the spirit," Betty said with a seemingly genuine smile. Resignation seemed to sail right over her head, along with sarcasm and just about everything else. She was pretty, blond and just past forty. Her figure argued she'd once been quite the stuff of legends. Now, with a few extra on her hips and thighs, she still looked pretty amazing. If only there was something between her ears beside a hat rack, Carli thought.
"Into the examination room and disrobe, if you please," Betty said.
One of her guards leered at her words. Carli stood still. "Can I have some privacy this time, Doc? You could have sold admission and gotten rich last time you examined me."
"Oh, pish," Betty said and giggled like an insane five year old. Carli wondered if that was all there was between her ears. But then she glanced at her flunky, nodded slowly. "You have been naughty lately, Trini." She set hands firmly on hips, now glaring at the less than stalwart guard. "Yes, I think it will be me and the sweet Carli in private this time. Keep out, understand?" She shook a finger in the man's face. He sighed, down deeply from the diaphragm, but nodded.
Satisfied, or at least mollified, Carli went into the next room, closed the door. There was a strange apparatus against the wall. Like nothing Carli'd ever seen before, she wondered if it was for torture.
Trying to ignore the device, she removed her leather armor, then slid out of flannel overshirt, boots and socks. The floor was freezing, so she put the socks back on. They'd been a gift from an admirer, a clean new pair being so rare in the Wasteland.
When Betty entered the room, Carli noticed Trini and a couple other guards peering through the doorway. They grunted in disappointment that she wasn't naked already. As Betty closed the door, she frowned. "Didn't I say disrobe, please?"
"I was working on it," Carli said. Really, she'd hoped to leave something on. Turning, she sighed again. She pulled her undershirt quickly up and off, feeling Betty's eyes on the skin of her back. Hands reached over to unhook her bra for her. "Thanks," Carli muttered as she removed it, allowing her breasts to fall free. They were that awkward size too big for a B, but not quite big enough for a C cup. A little padding helped there. A few pushup bras from Francine's of Hollywood helped more.
"Don't be shy," Betty said and came around to stand in front of her. Her hands, cold as always, reached up and cupped Carli's breasts. She could feel the nipples hardening due to the cold. "Very nice," Betty said softly, as if she thought Carli's nipples were hardening because of her lust for Betty, not the doc's own freezing hands.
The so-called doctor lifted one breast, then the other, looking thoughtful as she repeated the process a few times. "They weigh about what they did last time," she said, trying to sound like she knew anything beyond, 'Duh'. She let Carli's boobs drop and her fingers went to the nipples. Softly, she caressed them and giggled like that crazy schoolgirl as they stiffened more.
"All right; the jeans, if you please," Betty said and sat on the edge of the examine table. Prime seating for the show.
Resignation washing over her, Carli decided to make it a show. She turned most of the way around, looking back over her shoulder at the doc. She batted her eyes and slapped her own ass, then undid the top button and slowly zipped down the zipper.
"Is this what you wanted to see, dear, sweet, Betty?" she asked, allowing her voice to go smoky. Slowly, she peeled the tight jeans down, showing some crack at first. Betty's eyes nearly leaped out of her head. She kept staring, more intensely each second.
At last, Carli folded forward, dragging down the jeans, exposing her ass to the other woman. She stayed down there for a few seconds, before slipping her feet out, returning to a standing position and whirling back to face Betty directly, her hands clasped behind her and her gaze at the floor. "You like little old me?" she asked, her voice sticky sweet.
Betty's eyes wavered, lingered, then scaled up the brunette until green met blue. "You are always in fine fettle, Carli," she said approvingly.
For a tantalizing moment, Carli hoped she'd leave it there and let her go. But that moment vanished when Betty stepped away from the examination table and said, "All right; hop up."
Betty looked in her mouth, in her ears, up her nose, at her eyes, then nodded in satisfaction. The stethoscope around her neck went in her ears. She placed the other end on Carli's neck, then her shoulder, nodded again. "No new noises," she pronounced.
"Now," she said and took a step to her right. "Come over here." She was bursting at the seams to show Carli this new device. "I need you to get into this."
"How?" Carli was truly perplexed. "What is it?"
Frowning, Betty set hands to hips again. "I'm surprised you don't know, silly, you being from before the War and all." She turned to the device, swept her arm toward it. "It's a Dildulator, of course."
"You just made that up," Carli said, a little perturbed at this point.
Betty's frown got deeper. "Promise you won't tell anyone," she said. "Promise me and I'll be gentle." From a scowl to a bright smile, she turned from wolf to Yao Gai in the space of half a second. "Trust me: you want this to go gentle, dearie."
Since she was likely speaking from experience, Carli gulped, nodded, her mouth suddenly very dry. "A Dildulator, of course it is."
There was a small cushioned spot Carli assumed was meant to be a seat. It looked smaller than the seat of a speed bike. She sat. Betty grabbed one of Carli's legs, placed it in the metallic brace off to the side, locked it in, then did the same for her other leg. The mechanism moved smoothly as it spread Carli's legs apart. Then, Betty did the same to Carli's arms.
"Now, I must test your other functions," Betty said. She leaned down and pressed her lips gently against Carli's. Carli responded by kissing back. Betty pulled a lever on the machine and it moved, tilting Carli's pelvis back.
"Let's see what we have," Betty said, reaching into a nearby drawer. She pulled out a cylindrical object and smiled brightly. "Oh, what's this?" She brought it toward Carli, stuck it against the brunette's mouth. Obligingly, since she was now trapped – why not? - Carli opened her mouth slightly. Betty rammed the dildo forward. As she slipped it out, Carli's lips closed around it, then Betty shoved it forward again. "Get it nice and wet, dearie," she said, professional curiosity forgotten. For a second, she left it in Carli's mouth, took off her labcoat to reveal she wore nothing from the waist up. Her breasts, saggy due to age, were large and still round. They didn't sag like Carli imagined a forty year old's who had to be at least a 'D' cup would. Betty circled her left nipple with her finger as she played with Carli's mouth and the dildo for another minute. When the dildo came out, Betty's mouth closed on Carli's again. Her tongue was warm and seemed to know just how to tangle with Carli's to make the brunette heat a bit.
While they kissed, Carli felt the black haired maid draw the dildo across her skin, between her breasts, down toward her belly-button. When Betty broke the kiss, Carli felt herself wanting more. How had that happened?
By then, however, the dildo was at her pelvis. With her own saliva on it, it slid in relatively easily. Carli hadn't gotten wet, though it was beginning to stir from that kiss. Betty might be a little slow in other areas, but she knew how to kiss. Even someone who generally didn't feel much lust, like Carli, was stirred.
"Mmm, looks like your reflexes aren't what they used to be," Betty said in disapproving tones. "I'd best help you with that, shouldn't I?" Slowly at first, she slipped the dildo in, then out, penetrating as deeply as it would go.
"Oh." It was more groan than word from Carli's lips. The machine's tilt of her pelvis gave the dildo just the right angle. In and out, more quickly this time. Carli sucked in a sharp breath every time it went in, blew it out as Betty pulled it most of the way out.
"Oh, but I forget; this isn't what really gets you off," Betty said. There was a small stool on wheels. Betty pulled it toward her, sat. Her thumb went into her mouth. It came out dripping with saliva. The doc shot it forward, began massaging Carli's clit in small circles.
"Oh." This time, it was a longer groan.
"Mmm." Betty stared intensely into Carli's eyes as she manipulated her sex organs. "You are getting a bit damp, dearie," she said approvingly. "I shall have to see how else I can help you."
She stood, slid the now glistening dildo from Carli's pussy. Carli looked longingly at it for a moment, then came back to herself. She was breathing heavily and sweat was starting to bead on her face. "Is the exam over, Doc?" she asked, feeling partly relieved.
But Betty wasn't finished. From the drawer, she withdrew another, longer, thicker dildo. This one was shaped like a penis. "Silly," she said, "we've only just begun." Seductively, she slid this one into her mouth, sucked on the head, before sliding it down into her throat. When she pulled it out, spit made it shine in the dim fluorescent lights.
Betty sauntered toward Carli, unbuttoning her own jeans. As they slid down, Carli saw some stretch marks and a little pooch of a belly. Betty's pussy was clean and hairless and quite pretty.
That hairless pussy was soon in Carli's face. Trapped, nowhere to go, the fighter did the only thing she could: she opened her mouth, let her tongue glide along the other woman's labia. Fingers came down, spread the lips apart and Carli stuck her tongue deeply inside. Betty was already incredibly wet; it tasted sweet. Carli lapped it up hungrily. She'd had to eat pussy that was quite nasty before – it had saved her life. But this? If I'm gonna eat pussy, I'm glad it's good pussy, she thought as she licked and sucked at the older woman's clit.
Suddenly, Betty pulled away, just as her breath was starting to come quicker. She had a faraway look as she leaned over to press her lips against Carli's again. "Let's not forget who the patient is, dearie," she said breathlessly.
Thankfully, she was a bit easier with the larger, thicker dildo. "Normally, I try to get a more raw reaction," she whispered in Carli's ear as she slid it inside. Grateful, Carli stretched forward enough so she could kiss the Doc's cheek.
Betty's thumb went back to Carli's clit as she slipped the dildo up, up. Carli sucked in a sharp breath, clenched around it, right before it began to make its way down again.
"How are we doing, dearie?" Betty asked absently. Her thumb and index finger closed around Carli's clit, rubbed the wet digit between them. Carli shuddered, felt a drop of sweat fall from her brow.
"That's what I expected," the Doc said around a sly grin. She plunged the dildo in faster and farther this time, in rhythm with her thumb's return to doing circles with her clit.
For a moment, she even bent farther down. Carli felt a wet tongue bat playfully at her clit. Blood pumped through her veins, loudly enough she could hear it and feel the carotid throbbing.
Her pussy was also throbbing as the dildo penetrated, withdrew, penetrated deeper. Before she was even aware, she began tilting her pelvis as best she could along with the rhythm.
"Uh," she groaned once, twice, three times in synch with the pumping and circling thumb.
"Very good, Carli." Betty's voice helped soothe.
Carli's fists clenched, relaxed, clenched again. She tightened the vaginal muscles again and again, rocking in the seat as best she could. "Oh," she moaned, letting her head hang forward as she gasped for breath.
"Mmm, just a little more, I think," Betty whispered into her ear. The dildo slid inside, nearly all the way. Carli gasped: it had to be ten inches. She hadn't thought she could take that much. Now that it was happening, she realized part of what she felt came from the dildo. Maybe she hadn't had anyone big enough for vaginal stimulation before.
The black-haired maid rubbed furiously at Carli's clit, kept pumping the dildo farther and farther into her soaked pussy. At last, Carli began to scream, down deeply at first. Betty rubbed and pumped more furiously still till Carli came in a gushing wave. And not just once. Her body convulsed as a second, even more intense orgasm shook her down to the core. Her scream became a mighty roar.
Betty quickly ceased her manipulations, grabbed Carli in a hug that put her right breast against the side of Carli's face. Disgusted for letting herself go like that, but grateful for the amazing sensations all at the same time, Carli grunted, panted and kissed Betty's breast.
"Now, to test your stamina, dearie," Betty said. Without further ado, she stood. Carli hadn't been able to catch her breath when the Doc's cleanly shaven pussy was in her face again.
This time, Betty grabbed the back of Carli's head, shoved her nose and mouth up. Carli had barely enough room to stick out her tongue and every inhale brought the strong perfume of pussy juice. Betty was sopping wet, it really was like eating a messy, juicy peach.
Betty began to moan as Carli's tongue did little circles. She used lips and tongue, varying her speed and technique, until the Doc's hands both grasped her by the hair tightly.
"Oh, dearie," Betty said as she came, her voice quavering, her legs shaking.
When it was over, the doc unstrapped Carli from the infernal device. "You should get dressed again, Carli," she said. "You performed splendidly. I give you a perfect score, uh, I mean bill of health."
"Thanks, Doc," Carli said, standing on shaky legs herself. "You know, most people toss me a few caps before I let 'em abuse my body like that."
"I like that," Betty said, her voice putting the lie to her words. "I'm your doctor; if anything, you should pay me for the privilege of examining you so thoroughly." She huffed and left the room while Carli was still naked, allowing Trini and the other guards outside the chance to ogle, if only for a few moments.
"Bitch," Carli muttered as she slid into her jeans, bra, undershirt, overshirt and the leather armor. One day, she would escape this life and live well. On that, she hoped more fervently than ever.
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