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Local hospitality
“We’s gonna git you bitch!” one of the Swampfolk hollered as he fired his Shotgun at a fleeing Zaria, he and his brothers had come back from a fruitless hunting trip to find the Lone Wanderer scouring through their shack for what little food they had leading to the chase across the marsh land
Zaria’s lungs burned and her legs ached as she forced herself to keep going cursing herself for ever contemplating the return trip to Point Lookout all because she was craving more Punga fruit, when she had first tasted the sweet fruit she found it merely acceptable over the other crappy food she had to eat to survive in the Wasteland, soon afterwards though after she discovered the fruits ability to reduce the radiation in her body Zaria developed a strong taste for them to the point that people could call her addicted, not like when she got hooked on Med-X and Charon had to pin her down whilst Butch destroyed her stash but addicted all the same
She had stumbled upon what looked like an abandoned shack with a thriving Punga fruit garden and after she plundered the garden she decided to raid the shack itself in case it had useful items inside, she was barely in their for a minute when the door opened and she was confronted by six large angry most likely inbred locals who then proceeded to chase after her after she dived out of a window
“Shit, should have stocked more ammo” Zaria cursed as her Backwater Rifle hung like a loose weight on her back, she had fired over thirty shots at the chasing Swampfolk but because she was running away at the same time she couldn’t line up a proper head shot and because of so much inbreeding the locals seemed to barely have any pain receptors left soaking up the bullets in their arms, legs and shoulders as if they were nothing
Hearing the garbled shouts and death threats start to fade away Zaria looked back to find that she had gained a lot of distance between her and the locals making it obvious they were built for strength and not stamina, in the near distance she spied a relatively solid looking shack “I can hide in there and wait them out” she panted urging her legs to ignore the burn of exertion and to carry her faster as she drew closer to the shack
Reaching the shack moments later she reached for the door only to gasp as it swung open revealing an extremely large local holding an Axe menacingly, unfortunately Zaria had no safe distance to stop herself tripping on loose ground when she tried slamming full force head first into the brute getting knocked out almost instantly by the impact, the last thing she saw and heard before passing out was the local laugh perversely grabbing her ankle and starting to grab her somewhere as the world went black
She awoke what seemed to be several hours later as it was nearly pitch black when she forced her eyes open, as her eyes focused though she realized that it was dark because she was seemingly underground by the wet dirt walls and ceilings around her illuminated by the several torches scattered around the ‘room’
“Ah shit, shit, shit, shit!” she started to curse under her breath as she realized where she had been taken, she was in the Ritual Chamber and more importantly she had been laid out on the Ritual table obviously intended to be the next sacrifice, it was where she had stolen the Krivbeknih under Marcella’s pleas to destroy the book, she had yet to do so but thankfully she had given it to Charon for safe keeping back in Megaton knowing that the Ghoul would break the arm of anyone who tried to pilfer it “why did I tell him to stay behind? He wouldn’t have let me get into this mess” she chastised herself clutching her head as it pounded as bad as the worst king of hangover “even Butch would have been a plus in this situation”
Scooting to the edge of the table and placing her feet on the cold wet ground Zaria only then noticed that she was barefoot, Zaria glanced down and gasped as she realized that she was no longer in her Armoured Vault suit instead being simply dressed in a filthy oversized shirt that was blood stained and had a large rip in the front in the middle of the largest blood stain, peeking under it her suspicions of being naked underneath was proven making her shudder at the fact that god knows how many Swampfolk had handled her whilst she was unconscious and that she was placed in clothing that had been placed on previous sacrifice victims
She glanced around to find that her armour and weapons were nowhere to be seen meaning she had no way of defending herself “looks like I’m sneaking out of here” she whispered hopping off of the table only to crumble to the floor hard as her legs were still mainly asleep, cursing under her breath again rubbing her thighs frantically trying to wake them up she froze when she heard heavy footsteps approaching
Keeping herself crouched on all fours Zaria carefully slunk behind the table peeking out to see the same local that had most likely brought her there lumber into the ‘room’ dragging what appeared to be a Smuggler along by her hair, she felt no pity for her though as Smugglers here were no different from Raiders back in DC, in fact they could be seen as worse as they were more organized and were hired to plunder Point Lookout putting them in the same league as Talon Company Mercenaries
She watched as the local dropped the Smuggler to the dirt without the woman making any kind of noise or response to being dropped making Zaria believe that she had been killed before being brought here, either the local hadn’t noticed the Smuggler perishing in the way still intending to make her a sacrifice or she was meant for a different reason, probably to loot whatever she was carrying or even to make her food, the Lone Wanderer was sure that the Swampfolk weren’t above cannibalism
Cringing away from the sight of the local kicking the Smugglers body to further test it for life Zaria quickly crawled away down one of the ‘corridors’ using the shadows to remain hidden, a cold chill travelled up her spine when she heard the local let out an outraged cry as he obviously found the Ritual table empty “where you gone?!” he bellowed as Zaria crawled faster sticking to the shadows of the corridors wall trying not to flinch every time she heard the monstrous man destroy something in his attempt to find her
When she judged herself to be a safe distance away Zaria carefully rose to her feet glancing around to get her bearings, she didn’t exactly get a good at the layout of the place the last time she was here as she was too busy fighting for her life with the Krivbeknih stashed under her arm, she also never intended to return so when she found the exit she never looked back
Hearing what sounded like a struggle around the corner to her left Zaria peeked around it to investigate the noise gasping at what she saw, it was another female Smugger struggling against another of the Swampfolk’s grip in total vain, even though the local was fairly skinny and devoid of any visible muscle, prompting Zaria to dub their variant ‘Creepers’, he held the Smuggler in an iron strong grip holding both of the woman’s wrists with one hand whilst his other clutched at her tattered clothing tearing it to ribbons as the Smuggler continued to cry out begging for her life and even thought Zaria couldn’t hear the woman’s words clearly through her screaming and hoarse voice she almost sounded like she was apologizing for something
By the Smugglers greatly dishevelled and dirty appearance along with her lack of armour and weaponry Zaria guessed that she had in fact been kept prisoner by the Swampfolk, most likely as a form of relief by what little clothing she was wearing before the Creeper had destroyed more of it or maybe she had persuaded them to let her live and they made her work to earn her keep, either way she had obviously done something to anger the Creeper as she was now begging for forgiveness only to get a harsh backhand in response knocking her over a nearby crate, Zaria held her breath as she watched the Creeper tear off the Smugglers pants whilst undoing his own pulling out his thick filthy cock unceremoniously slamming it to the hilt into the crying woman making her scream before continuing to beg for forgiveness
Biting her lip at the sight to hide her suddenly heavier breathing Zaria slunk back behind the corner pressing her thighs together in an attempt to quell the burning in her loins, if it wasn’t for the scenario she was in what she had just witnessed would have been so much hotter, in fact she most likely would have asked to join in or trade places with the Smuggler “why do good things only happen when people are trying to kill me?” she sighed before turning to sneak onwards only to walk face first into the local hunting her down
Exclaiming as the local reached down to grab her Zaria kicked him hard beaten the legs but he was barely affected by it merely grunting in slight discomfort as he grabbed the Wanderers arm in a vice like grip, Zaria cried out in pain as she felt her wrist crunch under the intense pressure of the Swampfolk’s grasp showing why she dubbed his kind ‘Bruisers’
With the Wanderer kicking and screaming the Bruiser dragged her back down the corridor towards the Ritual table where two other locals were waiting, a Creeper holding a bloody Knife obviously intending to use it as the Ritual weapon and the one that Zaria referred to as a ‘Brawler’ stood with his arms crossed most likely there to help keep her pinned whilst the Creeper took her life
“Fucking bastards! Let go of me!” Zaria screamed kicking and punching at the Bruiser to no effect crying out when she was thrown harshly onto the stone table “wait!!!” she exclaimed as the Brawler moved to grab her arms whilst the Creeper approached with the Knife, the plea caused the Swampfolk to pause for a moment looking at her in confusion “you don’t have to do this, what if I earned my life like the woman back there?”
“What you do for us? We have Punga, no need more” the Bruiser grunted believing that she wanted the same thing the Smuggler begged for in exchange for her life “we need sacrifice! Appease great god Ul-Qualtoth!”
“What if I could offer you something better than a Punga fruit?” Zaria suggested putting on a low husky tone “when was the last time a woman was willingly your fuck toy?”
The Swampfolk continued to stare at her now intrigued by her suggestion; they never had a willing woman before, only ones that they had to force into submission before taking what they wanted from them and if they continued to struggle they didn’t survive long
Still holding the Ritual Knife the Creeper stared cocking his head as the Brawler tentatively let go of her arms allowing her to kneel on the table, Zaria took a deep breath as she felt the three locals stares burn into her, she felt disgusted with herself for what she was about to do but against her loose morals she also felt very turned on, she had sworn to herself that she would never give herself to any of the Swampfolk of Point Lookout like she regularly did to the Raiders back in DC, back home it created an almost truce between her and the looters of the Capital Wasteland and she was happy with that but she knew the Swampfolk were too stupid to even know what a truce was
She was also partly revolted by the idea of having sex with them; yes most Raiders hadn’t seen clean water in months and were caked in constant grime and dirt but the Swampfolk were something else, whenever she was combing through the marshland for Punga fruit or general useful items Zaria always smelt the Swampfolk before she saw them
That also turned her on in a disturbing way, the idea of her being used by three filthy inbred men who literally had no idea how to stop got her wet for all the wrong reasons, she knew that she would live to regret it but if it saved her life she may as well have fun doing it
With the three Swampfolk still staring at her Zaria put on her most lustful look staring back at them with hooded eyes slowly licking her lips before she teasingly pulled off the shirt they had placed on her to reveal her young naked body, the sight of her nude body whilst conscious certainly got the locals attention and the Bruiser literally stared to drool when Zaria struck a flirtatious pose pushing her perky tits out and pushing her big bubble butt up in the air to emphasise them as she lustfully bit her lip “if I let you fuck me like a good little whore will you let me go?” she breathed reaching forward to rub the Creeper through his breeches ignoring the crusty feeling of them
The three locals continued to stare at her for a couple of seconds before looking to each other to discuss the situation “what we do?” the Bruiser asked unable to keep his eyes off of Zaria’s tits for more than a few seconds at a time
“I not know, this woman nice but we need sacrifice” the Creeper responded ogling Zaria’s huge bubble ass
“She speak lies! We kill her now! Appease Ul-Qualtoth!” the Brawler snapped obviously not buying Zaria’s offer reaching for the Knife only for the Bruiser to grab his wrist
“Don’t be stupid! When last time you had woman like this?” the Bruiser questioned as the Brawler struggled in his grip
“We need sacrifice!” the Brawler stubbornly asserted back
“Then we kill other woman, she no use to us anymore” the Bruiser responded to which the Brawler seemed to calm down and accepted Zaria’s offer, when the larger local let go of his arm the Brawler started to undo his overalls whilst the Creeper simply stabbed the Knife into the table between Zaria’s hands before undoing his pants followed by the Bruiser doing the same thing showing that they all agreed to her offer
Zaria’s nose crinkled at the fusty smell of their sweat and grime but she persevered through her disgust focusing on how dirty the situation was and how much it turned her on, her cunt starting to drip onto the table as the Creeper shoved his cock in her face, trying her best to breathe through her nose the Wanderer looked up at the Creeper with hooded eyes tenderly kissing the head of his cock before gently taking it into her mouth sealing her lips tight as she took him down to the hilt ignoring the bitter taste
Not content with merely watching as the Creeper started to fuck Zaria’s mouth the Brawler moved behind her dropping his overalls and pants to the floor freeing his aching erection, he then grabbed two large handfuls of her bubble ass making her moan around the Creepers cock pushing back into the Brawlers grubby hands as he lustfully groped it, the Bruiser in turn started to pump his thick cock as he watched the Brawler guide his shaft to Zaria’s soaking cunt burying every inch inside of her making the slut moan louder against the Creepers cock whilst the two locals let out simultaneous groans of pleasure
With her throat and cunt completely stuffed Zaria felt like she was in heaven, a particularly filthy version of it but heaven none the less, purring as the Creeper grabbed two handfuls of her hair fashioning pigtails for handlebars Zaria relaxed her neck along her head to bounce along the Swampmans cock as he used her throat as a fuck toy all the while bucking back against the Brawlers harsh thrusts as he used her tight young cunt, balancing herself on the table with one hand and her knees she reached out and took the Bruisers cock in her grasp stroking it for him making sure that all three felt adequate pleasure from her
Sweat started to pour down her skin from the combined body heat of the locals causing her arousal to rise too, she was completely filthy, her senses were full of the sickly stench of the men as well as the bitter taste of the one in her mouth and she knew they deemed her as nothing more than a thing to help bring them release, as something less than human and that very thought alone made her orgasm hard screaming around the Creepers cock whilst her cunt clenched tight on the Brawlers shaft
“Move! I want turn!” the Bruiser suddenly snapped roughly shoving the Brawler in an attempt to get him out of Zaria but the Wanderer had other plans, removing the Creepers cock from her mouth she encouraged the Brawler to lay down on the table moving to straddle his waist sinking down on his cock leaving her ass open for the Bruiser as she retook the Creepers dick passed her lips
What came after that was a total blur of decedent filthy sexual pleasure, thanks to the Bruisers gargantuan body size he was more than well hung easily beating Gallows’ title of being the biggest cock in Zaria’s ass the moment he rammed all 13 inches inside creating the perfect mixture of sharp pain and overwhelming pleasure in the Wanderer making her orgasm again and again as all her holes were completely filled with big dirty cocks
Seemingly hours passed as the three locals used her brutally, her throat sore as the Creeper humped her mouth frantically starting to coat her tongue with bitter precum, her pussy was pounded near black and blue as the Brawler drew closer to cumming as well as the Bruiser who’s groping hands ground bruising hand marks into Zaria’s bouncing ass, all three made that most animalistic noises with every thrust into the sluts body grunting and growling with pleasure until the Creeper let out a shrieking noise as his cock erupted in Zaria’s mouth filling it with his sour cum
When he pulled out of her mouth Zaria coughed harshly letting his cum pour out of her mouth and down her chin onto her tits grimacing at the extremely bitter taste, thankfully none of it landed on the Brawler below her as it would most likely have incurred his wrath, expecting another brutal face pounding Zaria caught her breath and opened her mouth again to accept his cock only to hear a dull thud followed by heavy snoring
The Creeper had fucking passed out on her, he had cum so hard that it had literally knocked him unconscious lying unceremoniously on the filthy ground with his flaccid cock hanging out of his pants, normally in a situation like this she would have burst out laughing but she was too busy being railed in her last two holes to find the scenario humorous
It wasn’t long before the Bruiser found his release bellowing with the pitch and intensity of an angry Super Mutant before pulling out losing consciousness like the Creeper had hitting the dirt hard enough to make several items in the ‘room’ shake, the Brawler wasn’t close behind flooding her final hole with his burning cum before letting his head hit the table hard snoring like a Yao Gui leaving Zaria sitting on his softening cock sweaty and slightly puzzled
She then realized that this was her chance to escape gently climbing off of the Brawler careful not to disturb him and heading down one of the passageways as quickly and as silently as she could, sticking to the shadows she managed to elude the other Swampfolk that inhabited the Ritual site and she even eventually found her gear stashed in a satchel not too far away the entrance alongside her Rifle
When she finally got out she reached into the satchel bypassing her clothes letting out a sigh of relief when she found her belts covered in Grenades completely fine thankful that the inbred bastards hadn’t tampered with her explosives, pulling out the belt of Frag Grenades she carefully pushed all of them into the dirt that surrounded the entrance before pulling the pin of the one at the top and running off at full pelt
The explosion from the first Grenade set off the others making the detonation all the more huge completely destroying the entrance to the Ritual site sealing the Swampfolk inside “let’s see them try to come after me” Zaria smirked strapping her Rifle to her back and hanging the satchel over her shoulder not bothering to get dressed, she was still sweating from the intense fuck session and it was too humid for her to cool down any time soon so a naked trek through the marshland seemed to be the right course of action
Also if she came across anymore locals she knew just how to deal with them now
Thank you for reading, hope you enjoyed it
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