Chapter 2
"Did you know you talk in your sleep?" Danse teased me as I got out of bed. I woke up well rested from my lover's embrace. He was still nude under the bedspreads as I got up to put back on my now torn jump suit. There was a decent size hole in the hip where he frayed it while stripping me.
"Danse." I commanded to him. He raised his eyebrow in attention. "I'm going to need you to stay here."
He nodded in disappointment and looked in the distance. "If anything happened to you...I honestly don't know what I'd do." His voice was melancholic. "I wouldn't want to smash Super Mutant skulls with anyone else." We shared a laugh. I bent over the bed and kissed his lips before departing.
I received plenty of repulsed glares during my walk of shame as I exited the Dugout Inn. Seems Vadim and the rest of the customers weren't so fond of the sounds Danse and I made last night. I departed from the Inn as hurriedly as I could so that I could fast travel to the Prydwen. Outside, I pulled up my Pip Boy and mentally prepared myself to face the king of all assholes, Elder Maxson.
I entered the windowed room where I first met Maxson. He was waiting with Captain Kells. "I'm pleased you've returned. I wanted to speak with you, alone." He turned his head and grimaced at the Captain. Without remonstration, Kells left and left me alone with the Elder.
"The subject of Danse will not be spoken to anyone else in the Brotherhood. Do I make myself clear?" He commanded me. I stood and stared at him with a straight, agitated face. I had no kind words to physically speak to this man. "However, when I sent you with an order, you failed to complete your mission. What I witnessed at the bunker will not go unpunished."
I scrunched my eyebrows together in frustration. Arthur gave me a unique feeling from the first moment we were acquainted. Physically, he was gorgeous. His outer appearance surpassed Danse, and even my former husbands. Everything about his look, from his Deathclaw scar, weary eyes, and even his fancy fur coat made me critically lust for him. The problem was though, he was the most bigoted, closed minded bully I've ever met. I've never before wanted to make love to and assassinate somebody at the same time.
He stepped uncomfortably close to me, nearly touching his forehead to mine. "Follow me into my quarters, and we will proceed with disciplinary action." He commanded before walking past me.
I heard his rapidly exiting footsteps get quieter as his distance increased. As much as I wished to leave and have the cruel members from the Brotherhood be a part of my past, I needed them to find Shaun. I regrettably followed Arthur while he evaded everybody that spoke to him as he paced belligerently. We walked for what gave the impression of an eternity to a part of the base I never knew existed. A sliding door opened with a press of Arthur's handprint. After I entered and stood into the center of what looked like a room at a five-star vault, he closed the door with a handprint once again.
"As you can see, nobody gets in, or out of this room without my prints." He turned and looked at me. "These quarters are soundproof, so nobody will be able to hear you scream."
I had my pistol at my side. I could easily annihilate him and use his cut off hand to exit and leave his body in this fancy bedroom to rot. But I knew that no matter how much I hated him, I needed his help. I was prepared for anything he planned on doing to me.
He hostilely paced towards me and painfully snatched the nape of my neck, wrenching back my head. I groaned in anxiety as he pulled me close to his body, rubbing his free hand on my buttocks and breathing hard into my ear. "If you want to continue to be a part of the Brotherhood, fine. But I do NOT take kindly to my soldiers disobeying my orders so that they can give mercy to machines." I placed both my hands on my nape to try and break free from his secure grip. It only made him squeeze tighter and even shake me a bit in irritation.
After I screeched in discomfort from his constricting clutch, he threw me to the side so that I landed face down on the ground. He went over to his desk and pulled out a rope from one of the drawers. Before I could get up, he squatted over me and tied both my hands behind my back. He pulled at the ropes as hard as he could, giving me rope burn on my wrists. He then grasped a handful of my hair and pulled me up so I was on my knees. Since my hands were tied, I couldn't grasp at his arm to protect myself from the pressure of him tugging me.
He pulled my hair back so that I looked up at him. His expression was as cold as always. "The safe word is 'synth'. If at any point you can't continue, yell that word and I'll stop everything and you will be free to leave. But if you ever tell anybody about this room or what happens in here, you will never be welcome back into the Brotherhood ever again."
I glared at him, exhaling hatefully through my nose. I felt frightened, but at the same time protected by him. My infuriated expression transitioned into a fearful one as he pulled down the zipper of his pants.
His eyebrows raised in a concerned frustration. "What? You don't want to? Say the safe word. Say it and I'll let you go and you won't have to be punished."
We glared at one another for the longest time before I replied, "Fuck you Arthur."
In my mind I was thinking "Fuck me Arthur." He was the most horrible hunk that has ever come into my life, and deep down all I wanted to do was hate fuck him.
He got down on both knees so that he was on my level. He placed his hands at the side of my head so that I was forced to look at him. "Pay attention Annie, because I know you're not very good at that. Your screams mean nothing to me. Saying 'no', means nothing to me. Unless you say the safe word, you can flail and shout and curse at me all you want and I won't care. And after your discipline is complete, you will speak to nobody about it. Do I make myself clear?"
"Yes." I grunted at him.
The side of my face stung as he slapped it hard, "DO I MAKE MYSELF CLEAR?" He shouted as he shook my head.
"YES!" I teared up a little bit from the force of his slap.
Immediately, he stood back up and grabbed the back of my head with both of his hands. He squared himself up to me and shoved my face into his crotch, smothering me. "I don't want you to be able to breath." He whispered as he felt me pulling away in protest. After a few moments, he pulled my head back away from him, letting me get a gasp of air. My mouth was wide open, trying to gather as much oxygen as I could before he pulled me back in to smother me again. He placed his hands on the back of my head and pushed in harder, pressing my nose closed against his crotch. When he let go again, I took another open mouthed gasp for air. With my mouth still open, he pulled out his half mass cock from his unzipped pants and propelled it into my mouth.
He let out a moan of pleasure as he penetrated my face. I felt him hardening and growing as he moved himself in and out of my jaws. He grew into full erection as he pushed and pulled me in sync with his hip thrusts. I coughed viciously as he began to slam into my maw. "Did I command you to cough bitch?" He pulled me in tight and pressed himself all the way forward, blocking my airway with his cock and forcing me to gag on him. "Fucking choke now." He said before finally pulling my head off of him.
Ribbons of my saliva connected my mouth to his throbbing erection. I finally got to take a look at its size. Although he was slightly above average from most human men, he had nothing on Danse. And I smiled at myself, wondering if the reason Arthur hates synths so much is because he's self-conscious that their dicks are bigger than his.
"Quit smiling whore." He grabbed at my arm and snatched me off the ground. He walked me over and shoved me onto a bed that was in better condition than just about all other furniture in the Commonwealth. He stripped off his signature coat and the rest of his clothes. He hung them up and sat on the bed fully nude with his legs spread and his cock standing tall with aching lust. "Fucking suck." He commanded me as he pushed my head back down onto his length.
"Oh fuck." He whispered under his breath as he bobbed my head up and down. I made the vacuumed suck with my mouth, giving him more luxury because I adored his reaction. "Shit." He leaned his head back while more hurriedly pushing and pulling at my head. After a prolonged period, he shoved my head down harder so that I choked yet again. After I squirmed and coughed he let go so that I could fully sit up and catch my breath.
"You're fucking good at that you know Annie?" He actually sounded friendly for once as he undid the ropes binding my hands. As soon as I was free, I rubbed the redness and bruises forming on my wrists from the binding.
"Oh we're not done." He became angry again as he pulled at both of my arms, causing me to fall back and lay face up on his bed. He stood up by the head board and swung me over so that my head was on the pillows. I felt constricted by his weight as he sat on my chest, erection still free and pointing at my face. I couldn't break free from underneath his weight as he pulled my arm up to one corner of the bed, pulling down a leather strap and wrapping it around my wrist even tighter than the ropes. Once one arm was extended and bound, he proceeded to do the same to the other. I whimpered as he gave the leather strap one last tug to make sure I couldn't escape.
"What was that?" He clasped his hand on my jaw and squeezed. "Say the word and I'll untie you." I inaudibly gawked at him, tears running down my face from being choked and pulled. "Yeah, that's what I thought." He moved down and tied both my legs to the bottom corners of his bed.
After I was strapped down and had no way of turning either way, he sat with his shins on my arms and manhood prodding my face. The tip felt soft as it grazed my lips. He plugged my nose so that my mouth forced open, allowing him to be inside of it again. The same groan escaped from his mouth as he placed both his hands on the headboard and moved in and out of my face.
His aroused manhood muffled my noises into gibberish as he ferociously banged my mouth. He pushed his hips all the way in so that his sack touched my chin. I was choking almost beyond what I could manage before he pulled out and began to stroke himself with his hand. I could taste the salty precum on my tongue.
He bit his bottom lip and continued to stroke my saliva up and down his cock while staring down at me. "Damn." He mumbled as he buried his face into my neck. He chomped down on my skin, almost breaking it and causing me to cry his name in objection. His mastication only grew more savage with my protesting.
Eventually he took a break from marking me with his teeth and began sucking instead, leaving a variety of bruised and scraped patterns on my flesh. He would suck one part of my neck, and then move to another, covering me in hickeys. I tucked my shoulder and head towards him to push him away, but it only made him go at it harsher. Each spot hurt worse than the previous before he stopped to tug at my jumpsuit with both hands.
My vault 111 jumpsuit that was given to me got torn in half as he pulled at its collar. He then seized the front of my bra and shredded it like it was made out of tissue paper. My breasts were fully exposed for him but that was not enough. He continued to split and gash at my suit until the entire thing was nothing but a blue rag underneath me. I laid there, sprawled out and tied down fully nude for him to do as he pleased. A part of me deep down really enjoyed that.
"Shit Annie." He whispered as he gazed upon my inspiring state of undress. He held both of my breasts in his hands, squeezing them until they began to turn purple before biting down hard on my nipple. I painfully bellowed at him to stop, hating and loving the agony at the same time. Every time I pleaded for him to halt, he amplified his domination. He let go of the tight grip on my breasts so that he could brutishly whack them. Multiple hand prints formed on my breasts as he continued to strike again and again. I wanted to cover myself with my hands in defense, but unfortunately I was still bound, making escape impossible.
"Shut up, shut up, shut the fuck up!" He shouted at me as he clasped one of his hands over my mouth. He used his free hand to gently smack me upside the head while still covering my mouth, muting my screams. "You gonna shut the fuck up now?" His uproar was escalating. He reached up and undid the leather binding on my hands. As soon as I was free, I grasped my breasts and hugged them in pain.
"Squeeze your tits together." He ordered me. He grabbed both of my wrists and placed them so that they were at the sides of my breasts, pressing them together. He sat up onto my stomach and spit on my chest multiple times before spitting on his hand and rubbing his cock. He rubbed my chest so that his slobber lubricated between my pressed breasts. Once everything was slick, he pushed his hardon between my breasts and moved in and out. Every time his hips were forward, I could see the tip of his cock coming closer to my face before receding and then returning.
Although my breasts were sore from his abuse, I quite enjoyed the feeling of his cock moving inside of them. I bent my head forward so that whenever he was pushed towards me, I would lick the tip.
"Shit Annie." He repeated under his breath as he continued using my breasts for his desires. He pulled out and placed his hand between the lips of my sex. "Keep rubbing your tits slut." I did as he was told as he rubbed me. He pulled his hand up to spit on his fingers before reaching back down and proceeding. His calloused fingers felt surprisingly good for how rough they were. My lips parted and my breathing deepened as he continued to use his fingers on me.
I reached up to grab his face but he leaned back so I couldn't reach. His massive hand was able to wrap around both of my wrists and pin them above my head. "You don't touch me unless I tell you to." He threatened, curling his lip. "Now squeeze your tits again before I bite off a finger." I did as he said as he got up out of the bed to grab something from a drawer. I ogled at his glutes while he was facing the opposite direction.
He came back with a slick, cylinder plastic with a rounded tip. He crawled back into bed with me and laid by my side, prodding his erection on my hip. He flipped a switch on the tool so that it started vibrating. He grazed it on the opening of my sex and gently massaged me with the pulsating plastic. I bucked up my hips into the quivering tool, but couldn't move my lower body too far due to my legs still being strapped.
The vibrations were becoming too much. I let go of my breasts and reached down to try and push away the overwhelming sensation of the toy. Immediately he grabbed both my wrists with one hand and tugged them over my head. He leaned over to loudly suckle on my chest. He smirked at the sight of me being bound and pleasured. "Get soaked for me." He scolded as he pushed the toy near my opening. I ground my teeth together in a mixture between liking and distress.
"Arthur stop!" I screamed at him as he crunched his teeth on my breast. My resistance heightened his ferociousness. Awkwardly, him going harder every time I begged him to stop was essentially enjoyable. I began to love the fear I felt when he was going against my exclamations for a pause. I knew I could make it all be over with the safe word, but I didn't want to stop. I actually liked the thought of him hurting me more.
"Fuck this." He tossed the vibrator to the side. He got off the bed and undid the straps on my legs. I didn't realize how badly my ankles were being pulled until I looked down and saw the red band across each of them. I sat up, concerned that my torture was prematurely completed.
He got back onto the bed and pulled at one of my legs, dragging me over so he was between me. His cock was caressing the outside of my sex, and I stared down in anticipation for him to finally be inside of me.
"Wrap your legs around me." He commanded. I gently placed my legs over the back of his thighs to pull myself in closer. He reached above the headboard and grabbed a dagger. One hand he pressed down my forehead, pushing my face up to expose my throat. He positioned the flat side of the dagger on my neck. The metal was frigid and startling. I could feel the edge of the weapon has been dulled useless. There was no way it could cut anything, but I got a rush from the role play of pretending that it would. "I said wrap your fucking legs around me!" He shouted. Quickly I repositioned my legs so they were more tightly enfolding around his hips.
"That's better." He calmed down, throwing the knife to the side. He reached down and grabbed himself. He spit on his cock and stroked it before pushing the tip towards my opening. Slowly, he began to push himself inside of me. "Holy shit you're tight." He grumbled in amazement.
He was only about halfway inside of me before I exhaled at the sensation of his penetration. I was ready for him to go slow, so that we could get used to the feeling of each other. Instead, he clasped both his hands around my neck and forced himself all the way in with one, swift thrust.
My body still wasn't ready for his girth, so it kept pushing him back out of me. "I said wrap your fucking legs around me!" He tightened the grip around my neck. I did as he ordered. Wrapping around his hips with my legs prevented him from being forced out from my tightness. With each penetration, I got wetter and slicker for him, making it more comfortable for the both of us.
He continued to have his hands around my neck. He wasn't doing any choking, just holding to demonstrate his authority. The thought of him strangling me while fucking me made me feel like I was going to reach climax sooner than expected. He loosened his grip around my throat, but I pulled at his hands to encourage him to squeeze again.
"You fucking like being choked you weird slut?" He scrunched his face as he clasped his hands once more. His hips moved harder and faster with each passing moment. I wanted to scream in ecstasy but he was blocking my windpipe, causing me to give out meager squeaks. His hips moved with a speed that nobody has ever performed on me in the past. Every time his hips were forward, he pulled me down by my throat so that he could slam me harder. He continued until my vision blurred due to his pounding and choking.
"Wake up. I said fucking wake up!" He cupped one of my cheeks gently with one hand while slapping me softly with the other. His cock was still inside of me as he hunched over to make sure I was okay. I gave a cough and a nod while I gasped for air. The liking from the auto erotic asphyxiation caused me to not realize I was on the verge of passing out. "Are you ok?" He broke his dominating role play character to make sure I was suitable to continue.
My vision finally got back to normal as I was receiving oxygen again. I looked up at his face. He was such a beautiful man even with his tired eyes and his Deathclaw scar. His skills in the bedroom made me temporarily forget about how in reality, I actually loathed him.
He pulled himself out of me and picked me up to fling me over his shoulder. I let out a shocked yell as he carried me across the room as if I was weightless. After a few steps, he reached the side of his cleared off work desk. He crashed me face down onto it, slightly knocking the wind out of me.
"Shut the fuck up." He said to me after the force from being slammed caused me to snivel. He pulled out a rag from the drawer and crunched it into a ball. He reached forward and enfolded my nose with one hand. My plugged up nose forced me to open my mouth, allowing him to stuff the rag inside of it, dulling my noises. He leaned forward and whispered comfortably into my ear. "You can't say the safe word with this in your mouth, so if you need for me to stop, stomp your foot three times."
I nodded in understanding as he sat up and grabbed a blindfold and a belt from out of the drawer. He pulled my legs down so that they could touch the floor. I was bent over for him on the desk, blind folded and gagged, nervously anticipating what he was going to do next. I felt the rough leather of the belt wrap around my neck and pull back. I sat up from the force but he pushed me back down by my shoulders.
It was my first time being blindfolded. With my vision blocked, I was able to focus on the feeling of the controlling intercourse without being preoccupied by sights. I could feel his cock penetrating me from behind. Once again, he was not gentle, not even with his first penetration. He slammed into me causing me to move forward, but he pulled me back with the belt tied around my neck. I was still being constrained forward by his hand between my shoulders, except for every few moments he would release to that he could spank me hard. Each spanking stung worse than the previous. He kept hitting the same spot so that my buttocks could get red and swollen with his handprint. I screeched through the balled up cloth and wept through the blind fold. I put both my hands on the leather belt to loosen up its pressure. It was one thing to have him strangle me with his hands, but the belt was a whole other story.
Finally, he released the belt from my neck. I clasped my hands around my throat and massaged it in agony. When he removed the blindfold from my face, I thought my torture was over. I was wrong. He grabbed my body and lifted me back up into the air, only to slam me back down on the table face up this time. He took the belt and wrapped it around my hands, forcing my fists together. He pulled my hips down so that I was at the edge of the table for him. He positioned my legs so that both of my ankles were on his shoulders as he crudely penetrated me again.
He reached forward and removed the balled up cloth from the inside of my mouth. "I want to see your tears and listen to your screams." He snarled at me. My eyes were misty and bloodshot. My distressed groans were obnoxiously loud. He didn't shush me because he was aroused by the thought that he was the one responsible for the sounds and tears come from my body.
His roughness was beginning to make me extremely sore. With my ankles around his head, he was able to go fully inside me. I cringed as I could feel his cock agonizingly crashing against my cervical wall. I tried to scoot back but every time I did he held my legs tighter and propelled harder.
For the first time during our entire intercourse session, he gazed into my eyes. He looked down at my face and watched in pride as I cried from his dominating force. He watched my body move under him. My teeth marked breasts bounced as I slid back and forth underneath him.
"Shit baby!" He exclaimed as his body tensed. After repetitively calling me a 'whore' and 'slut', 'baby' was seeming to be a respectful change of pace.
He pulled out of me and began to jerk himself. Quickly he got over to the side of the desk so that his cock was in my face. "Open your mouth and stick out your tongue." I did just as he said. I was relieved to know that his orgasm was finally about to arrive. As much as I loved our session, and am willing to do it again someday, I was very tender and prepared for this episode to reach its conclusion.
I scrunched my face when I felt warm ejaculate shower over it. Some of it got into my opened mouth, and as much as I hated the taste of semen I knew it was what he was wanting so I kept my maw wide for him.
After he was complete, he let out a sigh of relief and walked away from me. There was a tiny kitchen section of the room where he grabbed a fresh towel and a couple bottles of Nuka Cola from the fridge. He went back over to me and dabbed my face clean with the towel. After undoing the binding on my hands, he picked me up and cradled me against his chest. I rested my face on his muscular torso and felt his pounding heart beat pummeling my cheek. I lovingly wrapped my arms around his neck to pull myself in closer to him. He walked over to the bed and gingerly put me down and covered me up with a warm blanket. He tucked me in before grabbing the Nuka Colas and climbing in on the other side.
He was underneath the blanket on the other side, spacing himself from me before handing me the beverage. I opened the drink and placed the bottle cap to the side for future spending. He stared off into the distance sipping his beverage. I made the risk of scooting closer to him, expecting him to push away any sign of post sex affection. Instead of pushing, he placed his arm around me to pull me into his body. I never expected Elder Maxson to be the type of man who liked to snuggle.
He chugged half of his drink before placing it to the side and looking down at me. I hugged his abs and used his sweaty pecs as my pillow. He was still slightly out of breath as he spoke to me. "You feeling alright?" he checked up on me. I nodded and smiled as I tugged myself in closer to his body. He ran his fingers through and played with my hair as he adoringly looked down on me. "Remember everything I told you. What just happened is something that stays between the two of us."
"If I keep it a secret does that mean we can do it again someday?" My response caught him off guard.
"So you... you like that kind of stuff?" He raised one eye brow. "Well then, I guess next time you disobey my orders, I'm going to have to choose a different kind of punishment." We both shared a laugh. I've never heard him laugh before, it was different and unexpected.
He placed his pointer finger and thumb underneath my chin so that he could pull my face up for a kiss. It was the first time in my life where my first kiss with someone came after intercourse. I ran my fingers through his beard while I kissed him deeper. He pulled his head back and stared at me. For the first time since our first encounter, he had an expression on his face that showed no hatred. He looked gentle and kind, which was a good change of pace.
He refused to kiss me further, in fears that emotions might pursue. A few minutes later, he fell asleep still holding me in his arms. I held him back and took a nap against his rock hard physique.
I woke up before him. He was spooning me from behind, his hand cradling my sore breast, so I carefully got out of the bed in a way to not disturb his slumber. There was a closet in his room where I found some old clothes that luckily were close enough to my size. After I got dressed, I turned and saw him sitting up and rubbing his eyes. Half asleep, he shuffled over to the door and placed his hand on the scanner to open the door and let me out. Without saying a word to one another, I stepped out and he closed the door behind me.
"The synth's dick was bigger than yours." I laughed to myself as I exited the Prydwen.