Chapter 51: Extras: Snippets

Emma
Vault life wasn’t so bad, Emma didn’t have to worry about sleeping too lightly anymore or keep track of water and food supplies. The jumpsuit felt a bit constricting, but it wasn’t too bad, and made laundry easier.

The people from Mall Pass were assimilating rather well to Vault 81, with only minor incidents between men vying for female attention and the odd misunderstanding or cultural clash. Probably the hardest thing to reconcile for a lot of them was the overseer’s power. Overseer McNamara had the final say, whether you liked it or not. No isolating yourself and doing your own thing, no removing yourself from the roster as a sign of protest.

Thinking about it, the combination of strong leadership and obedience to rules were probably how the people of Vault 81 got things done and kept alive for so long. And now that the overseer had the backing of Sev who provided a chunk of supplies to the vault, her words carried even more weight.

The bickering between the former settlers and native vault residents was easily banished with a simple sentence: “Don’t make this Sev’s problem.”

When even a woman of strong leadership like Gwen submitted to Sev’s influence, it clearly showed just how powerful he was. Initially there were rumors that Gwen and a few women whored themselves to him in exchange for everything he provided them so far.

The rumors were wrong, of course. The vault women weren’t whores, they offered themselves freely and from all Emma gathered, they clearly enjoyed it. Some like Tina and Rylee were even vocal about looking forward to the next session of...'having their holes destroyed’ to quote Tina. They weren’t drugged up at all, Emma was sure of it.

Everywhere she looked, Emma saw Sev’s influence on the vault, from the newly repaired structure, to the cans of exotic food, to the medical services. He basically rebuilt the place and infused every major part of life in the vault with his presence, and everyone here knew if he got annoyed enough to cut ties, Vault 81 would suffer severely in no time at all.

Vinebrook lynched the couple that were revealed to have abused their daughter, who was now one of Sev’s girls, just because they feared Sev’s return. Emma shuddered to think what Vault 81 would do if someone pissed their benefactor off. Even the most disgruntled resident would cut their words short of outright insulting Sev.

Complaining that he left them without much of a job, or that the vault was kowtowing too much to him? Sure, that’s fine. But call him a slaver, a child-exploiting monster, and security will haul you up for a talk with all the vault’s senior members. It only happened once, and the story was shared around often to emphasize and remind everyone just how much of Vault 81’s current lifestyle was owed to Sev, and why it was a bad idea spitting on the hand that feeds you.

Recently a poll went out asking about joining Sev fully and abandoning Vault 81. The result was almost unanimous, unsurprising given the news that spread from those that visited his new home, Caladan. Tales of a much larger, much better equipped vault with a roof of glass and grasslands on the top floor sparked the imagination and easily seduced nearly everyone.

Only one person truly rejected that idea and didn’t change his mind at the end of it: Holt Combes, probably the man who complained most about Sev. He blamed everything on the vault’s benefactor, from his divorce with Alexis (though that was entirely on him, trying to start an affair with a Mall Pass migrant) to being left out of any meaningful work (he kept refusing to do anything but keep a store...in the vault...where nobody needed to buy anything anymore) and became the vault’s equivalent of the town’s drunkard. Why he wasn’t banished yet escaped Emma for now.

Emma herself had only met Sev a few times, and each time he seemed less and less intimidating to her. The rumors of him being too casual were true, provided one didn’t trigger his highly protective side, like what Arnold and his crew did. At least her children got on well with Sev’s people in school, and the tales they brought back spoke of a paternal, spoiling side to the young man.

That paternal protectiveness was a good thing, especially with the news about a huge raider army. The worry about such a horde marching towards Vault 81 was quickly curbed when Gwen announced that Sev would be handling it.

Just like that, everyone felt safe again. Emma was the same, and if anything, she pitied the raiders who would be victims of Sev’s hidden might. She’d seen what his tank could do, seen the robots that greeted her and the others when the first step foot in his land.

And those were Sev trying to be nice and peaceful.

Sylvie
This new life was a good one, almost too good to be true. Sylvie had taken some time adjusting to Sev’s casual generosity and the bounties he basically drowned everyone in, but now, being a willing soldier leading her friends into slaughter, she was reminded of how much she owed him.

Back then, she was a broken plaything, having lost a hand after they shoved her in a cave with some feral mongrels, then had her legs crippled when one of her drunk nightly rapists didn’t like her kicking about so much and took a sledgehammer to solve that problem.

It was a marvel she lasted so long, that she retained her sanity and the will to live.

Then Sev came and it was like being born anew. Her hand grew back, legs got fixed. The tally marks cut into her skin, the scars and poorly healed wound, the degrading tattoos all over her, all of them were gone. The healing he gave out was so thorough, even Tim’s voice got fixed from its coarse whisper, and Lynn had trouble adjusting to having skin on her back again.

And what did Sev ask in return? Go to school, let him know if anything’s wrong, and don’t do anything stupid.

It’d be easier for her peace of mind back then if he had asked her and the others to spread their legs and keep him company for the night, but no, Sev didn’t so much as look at them like how she was used to men looking at her. He was even a bit distant at first from everyone except for his girls.

Sylvie remembered when Piper explained that Sev was worried of being seen as a slaver, and worried that being too close to them might make them feel uncomfortable. It boggled her mind, boggled everyone’s mind, that their feelings were being considered at all.

It took some time, but everyone eventually allowed themselves to fully relax in New World 81. There were still lingering nightmares and trauma, but those were easy to deal with compared to the hell they were in.

After that little incident with the outsider, Sev offered to give everyone weapons training, and Sylvie got good enough that Sev made her a team leader. It was the proudest moment of her life so far, to have Sev’s approving smile focused on her.

Then they got introduced to Caladan, and at that point Sylvie wondered if Sev was a bored god or something. It was a paradise that stood apart from the grim wasteland, and it basically sealed Sylvie’s loyalty.

Now months after she was rescued, Sylvie was leading her squad of eager volunteers to slaughter raiders. Not fight, because there wasn’t anything they could do to her to count as one. This was a massacre, Sev’s first order as ruler of the Nexus. And Sylvie relished the opportunity he gave her, gave everyone.

She easily pictured the faces of her abusers on these hapless raiders, enjoying their demise and hopefully wiping them from ever appearing to haunt her sleep again. Shooting them down was not enough, she decided quickly, and drew her blade. She led the charge, her team followed, and they basked in the pathetic fear of the raiders. The power armor Sev gave them made Sylvie faster and stronger, enough for her to almost keep up with Curie and her Eversors.

The few raiders who were bright enough to surrender were left alone, so long as their weapons were discarded and their arms raised up. Any other posture was deemed unacceptable.

“They didn’t give us any warning of their attack, it’s fair if we don’t give them any idea on how to surrender.”

Sev could be a nasty bastard if he wanted to.

Sylvie skewered a man, then helped Allie bring down a power armored brute with relish. “I remember him, he abused me a few times.”

That was all Sylvie needed to help her friend tear the raider from his armor and force him into a position to receive Allie’s rifle up his ass. The crack of breaking bones, his utterly broken expression and the pleading screams brought a grin to both girls’ faces before Allie pulled the trigger and he burst into messy charred pieces.

As she got back to killing, Sylvie quietly thanked Sev again for giving her this new life and letting her be part of this. He had shown what it took to keep their comfortable way of life safe: Lots of robots, lots of guns. Sylvie agreed.

Fuck the raiders and anyone who tried getting in his way. Fuck the rest of the world if it couldn’t see what Sev was trying to do here.

“Peace through power!” Sylvie yelled as she tore into more raiders, her friends and comrades echoing the call.

Kyle
Kyle felt like an outsider amongst a community of mostly freed slaves. He could never imagine the horrors they went through, even hearing some details had given him nightmares. No wonder everyone treated Sev like a god though, with how everyone, even the younger children, eagerly told Kyle of their saviour’s exploits.

The scary part was all the tales were probably true, with how consistent each teller was with their stories.

At least he had friends here, and was accepted with little issue. Sure, he had to be careful with approaching from behind some people unannounced, or had to remember who didn’t like shaking hands or other such skin contact with men, but it was generally great being in Sev’s little town. The food and water was clean and tasty, the bed was a luxurious trap he had to fight each day to escape from, and the absolute rule of Sev meant no petty bickering about stuff like rationing supplies or whose turn it was to clear the ditches. There were robots handling the menial stuff anyway, and anything Sev said was final.

Kyle also lost his virginity in New World 81. As a reward for bringing the good news of Vinebrook’s death, Keryn brought him into her room where she stripped down and kissed him. The sex that followed was a bit awkward, with both teens completely new to the experience, but they enjoyed themselves regardless.

It was once everyone treated the two of them like a couple that Kyle moved in with Keryn. Being a couple meant they also got approached by busybodies with tips and queries on sex. It seemed like information was a big deal, and everyone who fucked was a member of some network to share intriguing new ways to make one another moan.

No one got close to what Sev did, of course. Piper and Cait openly shared what was done to them, and boy did all the boys try to replicate the results. It didn’t work, but nobody shamed them for trying. How the hell does a man pump out so much sperm anyway? Kyle honestly couldn’t believe Sev was human if he could literally flood two girls in a night. And they can’t be lying, because when the vaulters paid Sev a visit in Caladan, those women were practically crawling out of his room with growing stains in their jumpsuits.

And fucking hell, Caladan. How one man, robot help or no, could make a building that huge was beyond Kyle. His living standards went from comfortable to downright opulent after moving in there. Moving stairs? A transport system to take you from one place to another? There was a vast grassland with orchards on Caladan’s seventh level, for fuck’s sake! Who does that?

After being exposed to Sev’s marvels, Kyle had to agree with the general sentiment that Sev was not human at all. A generous demigod, was the current guess. That, or Piper and Cait were a god-king’s reincarnated lovers and Sev was that god-king, appearing in this world to look after them.

Kyle was starting to enjoy a luxurious life when news broke that raiders were coming up. A lot of them, enough to overwhelm most places. Sev just asked if anyone was up for some raider hunting. Not asking for volunteers to fight the threat, because there was no threat honestly, and not telling everyone to stay in the safety of Caladan and watch the robots fight.

Nope. Just ‘raider season is open, who wants in?’ and of course everyone who could join joined. And now Kyle was on the killing grounds watching giant towers shooting lasers, a massive tank blasting things to shit, a crap ton of scary robots erasing anything in their path, and also enjoying his first experience in power armor. Sev’s power armor too, which probably meant it was way better than the normal stuff. Do power armors out in the wasteland have force fields for example?

“Peace through power!” When the call came out, he answered along, and not because he felt like he had to, but because by now Kyle truly believed in Sev. And these raiders, these annoying fuckers were trying to ruin Sev’s hard work and the peaceful life he offered. The warcry was apt, these scumbags needed to be purged.

“One vision! One purpose!” Sev’s vision, Sev’s purpose. Anything else would be a waste of time and a downgrade to Kyle’s current life.

Diamond City
“What in the flying FUCK happened there Ronald?!”

The mayor’s office reverberated slightly from the heavy slam of a fist onto the table that punctuated the exclamation. Mayor Francis Sacklen was red with fury as he stared his deputy down into his seat. The delegation that included some of Diamond City’s more reputable people resulted in the doctor and professors to hand in polite notices of protest regarding his deputy’s dishonest behaviour, and even Clarence wasn’t eager to share his experience there.

“You promised me an easy sell for trading, that we’d get that Sev’s Land to owe us one. Now I’m being told we looked like fucking idiots thanks to your yapping.”

Cavort genuinely whimpered from his uncomfortable position. “B-But-”

“But what? Fucking hell, man!” the mayor turned to the other person in his office, the wrath fading to mild annoyance. “Just how bad was it, Indra? Don’t sugarcoat it.”

The economic advisor adjusted her glasses and coughed before starting. “Sev was kind enough to let Mr Cavort keep talking himself into a trap. Other than that, it was safe to assume that he was aware of the false positions Mr Cavort gave professors Duff and Clara in our non-existence science department-”

Sacklen snapped toward his deputy with a roar. “He WHAT?”

Tomlinson continued without missing a beat. “-and the fact that Dr Sun is more than just Diamond City’s most prestigious doctor, he’s our only doctor.”

Cavort withered under his mayor’s disgusted glare.

“After taking in the sights it is clear that not only does Sev have superior military capabilities, but even his construction works, the furniture and the food and water he provided made Diamond City look like a ramshackle shanty village. And yet, Mr Cavort still tried to push the premise that we were open to offer a man - who is rumored, while admittedly wild, to offer paradise to the slaves he rescued - scavenged beds, basic medical services, and...luxuries to improve their living standards”

Indra Tomlinson seemed to be enjoying herself, making a show of pausing to readjust her glasses once more before continuing dryly. “Of course, Sev politely rejected us, but the looks on his aides said enough, they found the whole idea funny.”

Mayor Sacklen sighed heavily and walked to his chair to drop into it. “Was there any clue-”

“Plenty,” the advisor quickly interrupted, relishing to bury her colleague in his own figurative grave. “The vault dwellers staffing the place were happy to tell us of everything Sev has done for their vault and the slaves he rescued.” Tomlinson shrugged. “Deputy mayor Cavort just assumed it was all hyperbole. Somewhat reasonable, until you’re actually looking at the proof of all of it clearly around us at that time.”

The emphasis on his title as deputy mayor was like a barbed lance stabbing into the poor man. Sacklen gave Cavort another angry glance before sitting up and trying to reassert his mayorly authority.

“Well, how salvageable is this?”

“Very, thankfully. Sev is willing to trade, though what we could possibly have to offer him remains the issue. I’m having a look at our potential outputs and suggest you personally attend the talks next time.”

The mayor sighed again and thanked his stars for at least hiring one competent person in his office. “Right. Thanks, Indra.”

She gave a slight smile. “Not a problem, that’s what you pay me for.”

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“Any truth to the other rumors?”

“That he keeps the kids as slaves? Not one bit, though seeing how his...aides were two young girls clearly clinging onto him, one can easily see how such ideas are spread. What’s being a generous young man’s mistress compared to life as a slave?”

Tomlinson snorted before continuing. “Hell, if I were them, I’d simply be happy to take his one cock instead of a whole gang’s worth. You know how some of those raiders can be.”

Sacklen gave a gruff nod and got up. “Right, election’s in another year. If we make it ‘til then, you mind running with me? It’ll take a lot of work, but-”

“Bu-But what about-”

“Can it Ronald! If you’re lucky. I won’t have to offer your fat head to Sev to seal the trade deal! I swear, if you don’t try to find a working brain cell in your head and act like a proper deputy, I’ll be more than happy to explain to my sister why her dear ol’ Ronnie is having a closed casket funeral.”

Railroad HQ ‘The Depot’
“We’ll need to find a way to increase our own infiltration into the Institute,” Desdemona remarked grimly in their new meeting room. The Railroad’s new base was far more comfortable than any of their previous ones, being actually made to be liveable without the need of jury-rigging or improvising anything.

The others agents nodded in their metal seats, the briefing about Sev’s recent battle was just finished, complete with recordings kindly provided by the Nexus’ ruler. The projection only slightly muted the horrific display of power by the new state, leaving all the agents here keenly aware of the potential consequences of crossing their new benefactor.

A benefactor everyone initially thought would be just a wealthy patron who would find little cause to get too entwined with their cause, but due to recent events might end up being a great boon or bane to the Railroad’s goals.

“If Sev does move against the Institute, the damage he’ll cause is likely total, and while he’s accepting of synths seeking refuge, trying to get them out of the Institute before he decides to raze it to nothing will be a challenge.”

Dr Carrington spoke up. “Couldn’t we negotiate some arrangement with him?”

She gave a dry smirk in return. “What do we have to offer in return? We’re staying in a base Sev’s built for us, protected by his robots that had just tore through a raider army, and being fed and supplied by his goods. The Railroad is not an investment to him, it’s a charitable hobby.”

The groans at Desdemona’s harsh assessment floated in the air for a bit before she sighed. “Deacon and I will be meeting with him soon, I guess that gives us time to come up with something.”

Caladan
The official marriages were conducted with much festivities from Caladan’s young populace. There were five couples standing before Sev in the park, dressed in sharp suits or glowing white dresses. It was a simple enough ceremony where Sev announced the couples as being officially wed, and they sealed it with a kiss.

Dinner and dancing followed, and after everyone had their fill and fun, the party faded to an end for the robots to clean up as everyone returned to their room.

Everyone except for Rebecca and Amanda, who waited outside their room almost anxiously. They only opened the door once Sev showed up, letting him enter first before following him. Sev looked questioningly at the newlyweds.

“You really sure about this?”

Both women nodded before they shrugged off their dresses and stepped forward, naked, before him. Rebecca gulped softly as she mustered the will to her voice. “Please...enjoy us, Sev.”

It was the least they could do after all that he’d done for them. Plus, if Piper and Cait were right, it would be the best time either girl will ever have with a man.

With a soft sigh, Sev nodded and walked up to the couple, then they watched up close as his eyes went blank and the ruler of the Nexus Severalty went into his infamous ‘weird mode’. Then both girls gasped as his hands shot up, the fingers of each hand resting gently on their slits.

“Who’s going first?”

“Me,” Rebecca answered with excited surety. Sev’s fingers were moving slowly, but already she was feeling its pleasurably tingling effects. She felt her mouth go dry as he leaned in, their lips brushing softly against each other. Rebecca heard herself and Amanda moan as his fingers found their sweet spots and began rubbing against them.

Sev’s kiss was too short, leaving her to move onto Amanda who shuddered as she enjoyed her lip contact.

And then they were on their beds, with Sev positioning himself first between Rebecca’s legs. Amanda was already moaning and writhing as his fingers slipped into her, but for herself, Rebecca could only prepare herself for what she thought was-

She gasped, eyes wide as she felt Sev’s tongue against her moist pussy. He lapped her up in slow, deliberate movements, nibbling teasingly on her lower lips, and finally tongue-fucked her.

Amanda, despite still enjoying her own finger-fucking, turned to give Rebecca a look. “Is it good, Reb?”

“Oh babe...” Rebecca moaned out, her vision of her partner blanking out momentarily. “Oh fuck...”

She didn’t know how long it lasted, but it wasn’t enough. The bloom of ecstasy from between her legs stopped as Sev pulled away, then she felt his fingers again as he shifted his attention to Amanda.

“Holy fuck...Reb...” Amanda’s moan was just as heady as her own, and Rebecca could empathize with what she must be enjoying right now.

Not that Rebecca could complain about the treatment she was getting right now. Sev’s fingers were barely in her but the way they teased her sent her writhing and moaning out just as lustfully.

The girls held hands tightly, as if seeking for some sort of anchor against the waves of pleasure crashing against them. Both Rebecca and Amanda let out soft, almost disappointed mewls when Sev pulled away, but that changed to soft gulps as he stripped down to show off his cock.

They went on their knees before it, and the two of them worshipped Sev’s thick member with their mouths, kissing and licking and sucking it along its entire glorious length. Rebecca took a glance up and caught his approving smile and she finally understood what Cait meant by enjoying Sev’s approval.

It was a smile that filled a void she didn’t know existed, and one look at Amanda who also glanced up showed that she too felt the same. The couple shared a smile as they enjoyed the privilege of pleasing their saviour, their protector.

They could be broken-in slaves by now for some raider gang, or at best corpses discarded after being utterly abused. But Sev had saved them, Sev had given them a new life, and now Sev was approving of their work.

Rebecca took turns with Amanda to take in his length, and found that they were working to get him to groan. It was proof of Sev’s enjoyment, other than his fingers lightly scratching on their scalps. Soon the girls were taking turns gagging and coughing as they forced more of Sev’s cock down their throat, their cheeks and chins a wet mess of drool. They licked and sucked at his balls, and rubbed their faces against his rock-hard shaft, spreading the wet mess throughout his crotch and their faces.

When Sev finally told them to stop and get back onto the bed, Rebecca was sharing excited looks with her lover, her partner. Since she was going first, Amanda was propped up on one elbow to witness as Sev spread Rebecca’s legs and brought his twitching cock into position.

“You ready?”

Rebecca gave a shaky nod, and then heard herself moan even as she felt her back arch up and her hands grip the sheets. Her eyes were wide open but not taking in any vision.

Holy fuck.

Rebecca expected a tamer experience compared to a raider’s violent rape. Instead she lost herself within the sudden surge of bliss that was a different kind of violent. A small part of her felt guilty to admit that Amanda was never this good, probably could never be this good. She felt every inch of Sev throbbing in her, stretching her and slowly pushing deeper into her. Oh fuck, it hurt so damned good.

She wanted more, needed more.

“Reb, you ok Reb?”

Amanda’s voice, that was Amanda’s voice.

Forcing herself back to the present, her eyes finally focusing to see a slightly concerned Amanda looking at her.

“Oh babe…” was all she could moan out before Rebecca felt Sev begin to really fuck her. A desperate hand grabbed onto Amanda’s as she sank under the waves of ecstasy.

”I-I’m sorry Mandy...” Rebecca managed before the orgasm hit her. She loved Amanda, truly did. But Sev...oh fuck Sev’s not stopping.

Rebecca’s senses became muted by the pleasure drowning her, only being dimly aware that she was bouncing along to Sev’s thrusts, and that Amanda was watching her with fascinated eyes. What mattered now was that she was getting fucked, and-

“Hhhnnghh…!” Another climax. Was her body shaking? It wasn’t important. Sev’s cock was all that Rebecca cared about right now, with how it stabbed her with intoxicating bliss.

That momentary eternity ended when she felt Sev give a final thrust and heard a soft grunt from him. His cock throbbed and pulsed in her as something warm leaked out of Rebecca.

Sev had cum in her.

Clarity slowly crept back in her mind. Groaning happily despite the end of her drunken bliss, Rebecca caught her breath as she watched Sev pull out and move towards Amanda.

How was he still hard after all that?

And then his dick slowly plunged into Amanda, and Rebecca saw the love of her life go through the same enjoyable ordeal as she did.

“Reb...Reb...mmh...Reb...” There was an apologetic look in Amanda’s eyes as she moaned out her name, her body bouncing from each of Sev’s slow, powerful thrusts. Rebecca understood, smiling at Amanda as she moved in to offer a placating kiss.

They loved each other, they were married to each other, they belonged to each other.

But they also belonged to Sev. It isn’t a problem enjoying his gift to them.

Amanda went through two orgasms, just like Rebecca did, before Sev rewarded her with his warm seed. Both girls shared a loving look, then gave a glance at Sev, their protector, their provider. With Amanda still panting hard, Rebecca slowly sat up.

“Thanks Sev.”

The smile he gave made her feel content. “No problem. You girls need help cleaning up?”

Rebecca chewed on her lower lip. “Actually...could you...could we serve you more?”

“Please?” Amanda managed to add between heavy breaths.

*****

If “Owner:Sev” is now a thing for them, I should at least make it enjoyable for these girls I suppose. Guess I’ll have to postpone the other visits...

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