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From Badlands To Good Times A Cyberpunk 2077 Tale	By : Crystal_Dreams_Writes Category: -Misc Video Games/RPGs > AU - Alternate Universe Views: 3904 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Mike had spent some time fidgeting around the hood. V’s confidence was slowly decreasing. She remained quiet until the man finally sighed, defeated “Electric coupling module” he finally announces “You said it wasn’t anything serious” she said annoyed, the man shrugged “I said I didn’t think it was anything serious, turned out, I was wrong” he then looks at V “Can take this heap to another shop if you’re not satisfied with what you’re getting” V groans as she approaches the car, bending over the hood. Mike had at least cleaned up most of the engine “Let’s see…” Mike looks at her, as in really looks at her: Her long, and toned legs, and her round ass “Do, uh, do you even know what you’re doing?” he asks, distracted by her appearance alone “I could try to bypass the coupling module” she declares “Yeah, it could work, or it could kill the engine completely, and then you’re really fucked” he replies. V decides to take a leap of faith and bypasses the module, sparks come from the engine as Mike smirks “Oh, that’s not good…” whispering for a miracle, V gets on the driver’s seat and tries to start the car, the engine moans “No, no…” Mike says as he now looks at the hood, V gives it another try, the engine sounds like what a car would sound if it was mortally wounded “It’s like I was telling you…” Mike interjects again, one more try and the car comes to life “Oh thank fuck” she says to herself as she breathes in relief “Not shabby at all” Mike finally states as he lowers the hood “Question is how long it’ll last ya” V leans against her seat as she looks at Mike “As long as it takes me to Night City… Say, do you know a choom by the name Jackie Welles?” Mike was about to reply when he hears the metallic curtain being lifted. His face pales as he slowly turns around and sees the sheriff enter his garage “S-sheriff” the sheriff tips his hat to the mechanic “Mike, I didn’t know you had clients” he says nonchalantly “I-I… S-she just got into town, she said she would leave as soon as—” the sheriff raises his hand “Don’t you worry about a thing Mike, we’re gonna hash it out” the sheriff approaches V by the driver’s side “Don’tcha know you owe a word to the sheriff when you pay his town a visit?” the man looked rough, probably a former corposoldier somewhere, he takes another look at the car: It’s multiple patches and paint jobs. “That a nomad vehicle? Might have guessed as much” the sheriff kept looking at the car, and then at her, while she was sitting in the driver’s seat, the sheriff had a great view of her tits “I’m sorry sheriff, I’m just passing through, car broke down as I entered the town, I just needed to have it fixed and I’ll leave” the sheriff grunts as he spits on the side “Likely story… So tell me, where’s your camp? Surely a gal like you is with one of them nomad clans” V gently shakes her head “There’s no clan, I’m on my own”.

The sheriff stood upright “Likely story” he repeated “You outsiders are all the same, it’s never just one of you, so I’ll ask again, where’s your clan camping?” V tries to keep her cool and shakes her head “I promise you, sheriff, there’s no clan, there’s no camp, I’m on my own” the sheriff sighs, exasperated as he looks at her “Name’s Andrew Jones, you may have heard of me” he says, V shakes her head gently “Name’s V, and can’t say that I have” the sheriff insists “Silver Shoguns? Unification War? Ring any bells?” V shakes her head again “Can’t say that it does” the sheriff calmly walks around V’s Galena as he continues “So you are on your own, and you claim there’s no clan or camp. So you’re an outcast to the outcasts, nothing boils my blood more than a good-for-nothing outcast in my town” V looks at the man and finally asks “Do you have a problem with nomads?” the man stops and looks at her, visibly irritated “What I have a problem with is people with no sense of loyalty, coming into small, friendly towns, and trying to do whatever the fuck it is you lot do” he spits to the side again. Slowly, and without sudden moves, V stands up, looking at the sheriff “Well…” she says “Maybe I… can change your mind, even if a little?” the sheriff approaches her, he had his eyes on her tits, then on her face “That so?” he asks, as he turns to look to the mechanic “Say, Mike, you feel like gettin’ your dick wet?” the mechanic stammers trying to reply as the sheriff smirks, amused “Of course you do, lower that curtain will ya? We’re gonna show this nomad bitch a good time, Yucca style”.

Neither the sheriff nor V wasted any time. He already had his hand under V’s top, and she was undoing his pants. Mike had just lowered the curtain and nervously approached, V grinned at him, speaking seductively “Come on big boy, don’t be shy…” she beckons the mechanic as the sheriff started pinching her nipples. With the sheriff’s pants on the floor, V reached for the sheriff’s cock and started stroking it. Mike was fumbling trying to get his coveralls undone while V had dropped her top to the floor, kissing the sheriff’s glans without bending her knees, looking into his eyes as she did, the sheriff placed his hand on the back of V’s head and pulled her into him, forcing his cock into her mouth “Ahhh, fuck yeah” the sheriff started to pump, fucking her throat with no hint of any consideration for her. She thought she had experience doing this, but to her surprise, she was caught off guard, the motions were making her gag, and her hand cupped the sheriff’s balls as he forced his cock into her. Mike finally managed to undo his coveralls to look at the scene that was taking place: A topless V, servicing the sheriff, her top on the floor, and that skirt couldn’t cover more than one-third of V’s luscious ass “Holy shit!” Mike screams in surprise, as the sheriff turns to him “What’s wrong Mike? Getting in on the fun yet?” he was grunting with every pump, V’s eyes were set on his even if her eyes were watering with every pump “The nomad’s not wearing any panties!” the sheriff guffaws as he pulls out his cock from V’s mouth “Well, well, the little nomad slut’s out to fuck ain’t she? Is this how you planned to pay for Mike’s generosity?” she gasped for air, feeling extremely turned on, Mike had finally worked the courage to approach her and was now fondling her ass “Yeah, this is how I pay for generosity” she bites her bottom lip as she feels Mike’s nervous hands still fondling her ass “Well shit, nomad slut” the sheriff says as he slaps his cock on V’s face, smearing her with her own saliva and his precum “I expect you to be very thankful, open wide for me” V does as instructed, opening her mouth and sticking her tongue out, as the sheriff rammed his cock into her mouth, she licked along the shaft and the balls “Oh fuck yeah!” the sheriff turns to look at Mike who was still fondling her ass “Mike you better get in on it or I swear to god I’ll do it for you” truth be told, Mike had no idea what he was doing, he had never had a woman like V to do whatever he wanted “Slap her ass” the sheriff commanded, Mike looks at him puzzled “C’mon, slap her fucking ass, slut gets off on it!” he slaps, or rather, barely taps V’s ass, she takes the sheriff’s cock off her mouth as she wiggles her ass to Mike “Harder baby, make it hurt” she moans, the sheriff looks at the sluttiest nomad he had ever met and then at Mike “You heard the whore, Mike, slap the shit out of her ass!” a true slap was heard this time, V moaned loudly “More…” she begs, sliding the sheriff’s cock into her mouth again. Mike slaps her ass again, and again, her eyes set on the sheriff’s but they roll in pleasure with every slap, until she finally squirts on the floor.

Something possessed Mike at that moment, but without a word, he stroked his cock and immediately rammed it into V’s pussy. She moaned while having the sheriff’s cock down her throat “Atta boy, now we’re talking Mike!” she was being pumped from both sides while at the same time losing her mind, moaning with every thrust from Mike, her hands frantically reaching her tits, fondling herself “Look at the little bitch go!” the sheriff laughs as he motions to Mike “C’mere I wanna do something” they approach V’s car, the sheriff sits on the good and makes V sit on his lap. His hard cock slid into her tight pussy, she moans as she gyrates her hips, the sheriff then looks at Mike “Now listen here Mike, I’m gonna give you the best gift a man can get” with that, he reaches for V’s ass, now red from all the slaps it got from Mike, and with one move, he spreads V’s cheeks, exposing her asshole “Now ram that goddamn cock of yours up her ass and make the bitch moan!” V didn’t have time to say anything, let alone protest, the sheriff’s cock was filling her up, and he was also focused on her tits, Mike was mesmerized by her round ass and just like the sheriff had commanded, rammed his cock right into her. Just like a few years ago with Osiah, her expression was that of a silent scream, her eyes were watering and she had stopped moving. “What are you doing you dumb bitch? We’re not gonna do all your work for ya! Mike, you better give that fucking ass another slap so she wakes up!” following the order, the mechanic slaps V’s ass, which causes her to moan and move. Both men were frantically pumping her as she kept moaning for more.

“Godfuckingdamn it the bitch is tight!” the sheriff calls, his hands firmly grabbing V’s tits and pinching her nipples, Mike’s hands kneading her ass while he kept ramming her asshole, the sheriff started to huff with every pump until he grabs her hair and pulls it back “On your knees you fucking slut!” he commands before spitting on her face, Mike pulls his cock out of V’s ass, and as she gets on her knees, both men start to furiously stroke their cocks, V slides two fingers into her cunt while her other hand pinches and twists her nipple. The sheriff keeps puffing with every stroke, until he finally blows his load on V’s face, Mike following suit shortly afterward. “Fuck yeah… Take it all you nomad bitch!” the sheriff shouts as the combined jizz of both men lands on V’s face, mouth, and tits. She climaxes shortly after.

The sheriff gets dressed still looking at the fluid mess that was V, he laughs to himself “Well nomad slut, I can see you’re very grateful… So why don’t you get that shitbox of a car and get the fuck out of my town?” V had barely recovered herself, in fact, Mike helped her stand up “W-wait… Sheriff” she calls, the sheriff turns around looking at her “What? Do you want another round? No can do little whore, try selling your fucking ass elsewhere” V was still breathing heavily, and feeling a mix of humiliation and arousal “N-no… I need to find… J-Jackie Welles… Do you know him?” the sheriff approaches V, looking at her closely “What you need to do is get the hell out of my town, you got until sundown, failin’ to do so, I’ll throw your ass in jail” he then turns to Mike “Make sure she cleans herself up and send her on her way” he didn’t even wait for a reply from Mike, he lifts the metallic curtain and leaves the garage.

V was, once again, looking into the mirror while cleaning herself up. The sheriff and Mike really did a number on her. She ought to be angry, the idea of being humiliated did not sit well with her, but there was something… Exciting in the way it happened. Mike seemed remorseful and was helping her out, or maybe he just wanted her out of his garage as soon as possible. “That man you’re looking for”, he says, V’s eyes light up “Yes, Jackie Welles, do you know him?” Mike shakes his head “No one with that name, but there was this… cholo with a top knot in town, he pissed off the sheriff and he ran him off, maybe he’s the guy you’re looking for?” V didn’t know Welles personally, she didn’t even have a reference of what he might look like, but she was an outsider in Yucca, and if Welles was a Night City native, then it was too big a coincidence to ignore. “Do you know where he went, choom?” Mike helped her into her car, as it started, he pointed north “You’ll find an intersection that takes you to the border checkpoint that way” he explains “But if you keep driving you’ll find an abandoned farm, we call it Dry Creek, maybe your man is waiting there”.

The information was vague, and it was a very long shot in the dark, but it was worth following through. Although if she couldn’t find Welles, she was out of options, and she wasn’t seeing any other way to get into Night City “Thanks choom, I’ll check it out” Mike steps aside and nods “And hey… Sorry about earlier, the sheriff really, really hates nomads” he says, V smirks “He hates them enough to hatefuck the shit out of them” she thinks to herself, she looks at Mike and shakes her head “Not your doing choom, at least I hope you had a good time, I sure as fuck did!” before Mike could say anything, she made her way out of the garage, the sheriff was leaning against his patrol car, following her with his eyes until she was long gone from Yucca.

The sun was about to set on the horizon, and for the first time in years, she didn’t have a safety net to fall back to, this man in Dry Creek better be Jackie Welles, and he better not be looking to fuck her over.
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From Badlands To Good Times A Cyberpunk 2077 Tale