Chapter 38: Last Day in Hell
Jonas played with her nipple, his arm draped around her naked body. Damn it, it felt too good. She had told him that he shouldn't be sleeping in her bed because it only tormented him not being able to have sex with her.
She shoved at him to push him away only to feel his hard cock press between her ass cheeks. "Jonas stop." She mumbled coming fully awake, "You know we can't risk it."
"Come on," He whispered in her ear his hand finding the wetness between her legs. "You know you want to."
She gasped as his fingers rubbed harder.
"It's too risky and you know it." She rolled to face him.
"Just touch it Jolene, I love feeling your hands on me." He hadn't taken his hand from between her legs.
"Oh damn Jonas." She squirmed under his hand. She reached down and grabbed his hardness. He had a nice solid one. Certainly not as wonderful as Butch's beast but Jonas' was nothing to dislike. She stroked it slowly. "We can't have sex Jonas, you know that." She said quietly looking up at him, his eyes closed in pleasure.
"Fuck it, I hate that that bastard has come between us in our bed of all places. Just put your mouth on it for me please. I need this I've missed us, then I promise I will pay you back. I'll lick you up, eat you like a hot muffin."
The promise of having his mouth on her was certainly enough motivation in her heightened hormonal state. She grinned at him slyly, "You promise?" She tugged at his penis harder
"Oh yeah."
She slipped under the covers and between his legs. She ran her lips and tongue over him.
"Oh my Jolene, Oh your lips…"
She worked her hand and lips over his hardness letting herself become more aroused listening to his moans and bringing him to climax. Smiling that she'd done her part. She licked the last of the cream from his spent member and slid up his body dragging her wetness up his leg, letting him know how badly she needed him.
His Pip-Boy chimed. "Oh shit, the twins. I have to go honey. I forgot I have an appointment with Mrs. Miller and her new babies. I'll make it up to you I promise." He pulled himself from her grip and started climbing into his jumpsuit. "Don't look at me like that. You know I will. See you later tonight?"
She glared at him, "I think you should stay in your room tonight." She rolled and sat up on her side of the bed, putting her feet on the floor.
"Honey, don't be like this, I just forgot an appointment." He paused, waiting for her to reply before leaving.
"Just…just go." She didn't turn to see him go, only heard the door open and close. She sighed heavily in the silent room. What was she doing playing house with Jonas? This wasn't going to work. The marriage, the crazy plan with Al's babies, being Butch's girl on the side, none of it was going to work. She didn't want to be pregnant. She didn't want to be Jonas's wife. She wanted nothing to do with someone as slimy as Al. Her Pib-Boy chimed, it was Amata, her dress was ready and Mrs. Beatrix was waiting for her to try it on. The thought of putting it on her body repulsed her all of a sudden. She wanted nothing to do with any of it. She began to gasp in quick short breaths and realized she was going to hyperventilate. Sliding from the bed to the floor she placed her head between her knees to keep from passing out. Crap she was having a panic attack. When she could focus again she messaged Amata that she had slept in and would be there shortly. She stood to take a shower but was too dizzy and slipped back to the floor. This wasn't happening. Sitting there waiting for the dizziness to pass she pulled her under things on, slipped her legs into her jumpsuit and methodically put on her boots. Her Pib-Boy chimed again, Amata, with some chastising remark. She sat there just staring at the screen not really seeing it. She didn't know how long she stared but when she started to move again she was punching in the codes to remove her Pib-Boy. It made a clacking sound when it unlocked and fell to the floor. When she stood this time there were no signs of lightheadedness. She zipped up and headed out through the living quarters not really sure where she was going, only that she wasn't staying here any longer.
~~oOo~~
Amata waited. Mrs. Beatrix had been fuming but after a few drinks from father's bar she seemed to have calmed down. Where was Jolene? It had been forty five minutes since her last message. What was taking her so long? After this fitting they had to finish the decorations. She had messaged her about ten minutes ago but had not received a response. She decided to check her friend's location to see if she was on her way. When she scanned for Jolene she found nothing. Did Jolene's Pip-Boy malfunction or shut down? She decided to send a quick message to Jonas. Certainly he would know where she was.
~~oOo~~
Jonas was disinfecting a radroach bite on Mrs. Horowitz's hand when his Pip-Boy chimed so he didn't get to it right away. It wasn't until after he had cleaned up that he remembered to check it. He stood staring at the message:
'Do you know where Jolene is?'
What an odd question coming from Amata. Jolene was going to be spending all day with her, how can she not know where Jolene is? Besides, Amata could simply check the tracker and find Jolene. He guessed little princess Amata couldn't be bothered. He was glad he made her wait. Jonas sighed as he returned a text to 'miss high and mighty':
'Possibly in the last place you left her?'
Pressing SEND Jonas felt smug, maybe that would help put her in her place. He wasn't Amata's lap dog. Her father's maybe but not hers. Pushing that though out of his mind he headed to his desk, he needed to update Mrs. Horowitz's medical records. His Pip-Boy chimed again.
"Really?" He spoke out loud as he looked down at this arm to read Amata's response:
'I haven't seen her all day and I can't find her. If you two are playing some sort of trick on me…Don't you want to get married tomorrow? We HAVE to finish the dress!'
Okay, Amata says she hasn't seen Jolene. Fine, I'll check my Pip-Boy so her highness can simply pout while others around her do the work.
"And leave me the fuck alone, if she wasn't the Overseer's daughter…," he mumbled under his breath getting angry with her.
He did a quick search and didn't find Jolene. A cold tingling started at the base of his spine and he searched more thoroughly. What the…? Where was she?
'It's Okay,' he told himself, there could be a number of simple answers.
Still that feeling crawled up his spine. His eyes shot to the door toward Jolene's room and he walked quickly out. He wasn't going to run. Opening her door he called her name, not still in bed. He rushed past the bed and into the bathroom.
"Jolene!"
The bathroom was empty. Turning he took in the room and spotted her Pib-Boy laying open and dark on the bedroom floor. Oh shit, where had she gone?
~~oOo~~
Al was getting his monthly update on the Core's outputs when he was informed by one of his guards that Jonas was outside and requesting to see him. What did that fuck up think coming here when it wasn't time for the medical briefing? Their 'situation' was something best kept behind closed doors. Never the less he kept his cool.
"Thank you Officer Thompson, I will review your report and get back to you if I have any questions. You are free to go."
As Officer Thompson walked out Jonas burst in nearly flapping his jaw before the door was closed.
"She's gone. She's taken off her Boy and she's just…gone." He swung Jolene's Pip-Boy in his hand has he frantically paced back and forth. "At first I thought it was some misunderstanding, you know? But I went to see Amata. She really hasn't seen Jolene. Why are you just staring at me? DO SOMETHING, I'm telling you Jolene is gone!"
Al stood near his desk taking in Joans' pale sweaty face and his shaking nervous hands. Jonas wasn't prepared to handle this. Just imagining him scurrying through the halls to get here must have frighten several people to see the doctor in such a state. Surly by seeing him so frazzled they could only deduce that there must be something drastically wrong in the vault. Not good.
"Jonas, sit down." He motioned to the sofa and chairs near the bubble window.
"How can you…how can you be so calm? I'm telling you she took this off and left! Where is she?" He nearly crumbled to the floor in a bending plea, holding out Jolene's Pib-Boy like an offering to a God.
Al noticed the tears now streaming down his cheeks. "I will take care of this Jonas. We are in a vault she can't go anywhere, but first we need to take care of you. Now, SIT. DOWN." This time he spoke firmly demanding Jonas to sit.
Shaking his head Jonas shambled to the love seat and sat. Al called one of his guards in with a buzzer on his desk. He spoke quietly to him and then the guard hurried out the door. Crossing to his cooler and back to Jonas he handed him a beer. "Drink this." Jonas looked up at him questionably, "all of it."
Al sat and watched Jonas empty the beer bottle. When it was gone, Al asked, "How do you feel?"
"Better, I…I feel better."
"Good, have another." He handed him one more and waited. A few more moments went by, Jonas drank and Al fumed. He knew he should have expected that little bitch to pull something. Things could never be done the easy way, could they?
His door dinged, "Enter." Al rose to meet the guard from earlier and they again had a quiet furtive exchange. Once he exited, Al retrieved two beers from the cooler and handed one to Jonas as he sat across from him.
"Did you have an argument?" Maybe her little jaunt was simply to get Jonas' attention. The man was daft when it came to his little Jolene.
"Jolene and I?" Jonas asked confused.
"Yes, possibly this is why she has taking to walking about the vault 'un-tethered'."
"She…I…" Jonas sighed loudly, "It's rather personal."
"Please spare me the details."
"I…well you know we haven't been able to have sex, at least well…not the traditional way, and well I have needs as a man you understand." He looked over at Al for some understanding.
"Completely."
"So, well, you know, we fooled around a little this morning but I had an appointment, I couldn't stay, it was important, I had forgotten, yes, but I was late and well she was upset."
"So you left?
"Yes."
"She was angry, you hadn't satisfied her?"
"No. She seemed more hurt than angry. She didn't want to even look at me. I figured she'd get over it and all would be okay. Am I that stupid?"
Al ignored his question and stood to retrieve another beer. Handing it to Jonas he asked, "Did you see her again after that?"
"No, I figured she went to Amata's, your daughter."
"I know who my daughter is."
"Anyway an hour or so must have gone by because I finished up my appointment and returned to the clinic. Mrs. Horowitz came in with a bite, while I was stitching her up my Boy chimed. I didn't check it right away because my hands were busy. I didn't get to it for at least thirty minutes. When I did I saw it was from Amata . She wanted to know where Jolene was. I thought that was odd because she was supposed to be with her all day. I decided to check her room, maybe she fell back to sleep. But she was just gone. Amata hasn't seen her." Desperation crept back into his voice
Rising Al spoke, "Well, you relax. Big Al has several guards searching the vault for her." He strolled back to his desk and sat behind it. "I'm sure she shall turn up soon, and when she does…" he spoke the last bit under his breath.
"You don't think she went…well to…HIM, do you?" he could barely get the words out.
"Trust me, you don't want to know what I think."
~~oOo~~
She wanted to swim naked in the pool, gaze at the stars under the observatory sky, shoot radroaches till she was covered in their lifeless goo, but she couldn't. She remembered when she was free to do all those things. Today she'd simply left and unlike when she was young, people were going to be looking for her. Why did it have to be this way? Had she created this craziness? She knew she loved Butch. She wasn't going to marry Jonas or carry Al's babies. She was done. She didn't care if Al stuck her in the core for eternity at least she wouldn't be pregnant with his spawn babies. Butch needed to know about all of it, her feelings and the crazy plan Al had. She was sure she didn't have a lot of time. Soon Al would find out she'd left and send his goons after her. She did her best to sneak to the lower levels to look for Butch.
Hurrying down the last set of stairs before she exited out to The Bottom, the Tunnel Snakes' lair, she heard a commotion in the hall, "What do you goons want with Butch?" it was Paul and it sounded like some guards had come to fetch Butch. Damn it she was too late. She collapsed against the wall. Now what? She could wait till they let him return. After they found he hadn't seen or heard from her they would let him go, right? Or Al may keep him until she showed back up or use him as bait, that bastard. She was about to open the door and turn herself in, when the door burst in tossing her to the floor at the bottom of the stairs. She stared up at Butch who'd been making a run for it, to where she'd love to know. He just looked at her and froze stopping the door from closing behind him.
Warmth spread through her as she started to rise from the floor. He was here in front of her. "Butch? Butch lets go." She put her hand out for him to take.
He looked at her and her hand. He reached out slowly and took a hold of it. A smile so bright crossed her face a feeling of such happiness filled her. She'd done it, she'd found Butch and now she could tell him everything. She nearly giggled as she turned to run with him up or down the stairs she didn't care, she was back with Butch, but he didn't budge. When she turned back to look at him, she watched as a look of terrible anguish crossed his face and then he spoke loudly out the open door behind him, "Hey Pigs! I've got her, she's in here!"
'No.' she mouthed the word, she was too shocked to get any sound to come out. "Butch?" she pleaded with him, tugging at her hand to get free. "Butch, Butch stop! I can't go back, you don't understand!" She was thrashing frantically, desperately trying to get away without actually striking him. He pulled her in close to him, wrapping his arms around her he looked down into her eyes. She stilled in his arms and looked back up as tears drenched her cheeks. "I can't marry him."
"You won't." Was all he said and kissed her passionately as the guards dragged them from the stairwell and out of each other's arms.
"No! No! I don't want to go!" she kicked at the guards that pulled her away from Butch. Two of them were now gripping both of her arms as she tried to pull herself free. One guard was still on Butch, but that guard could see his friends where going to need some help. Butch didn't seem to be putting up much of a fight so he turned to check on his partners in time to see Jolene get in a good kick to the side of one of the guard's knees. He went down and she jerked free of the other. Lunging she grabbed the gun out of the guard's holster and pointed it at everyone.
"I'm not going back!" she was shaking. How could Butch have turned her in?
The guard holding Butch drew his weapon and pointed it at Jolene.
"No, NO!" Butch shoved his way between the two drawn weapons. "Jo, calm down. Put the gun down."
"YOU! How could You?" she was in tears. She knew if she needed to fire this gun she probably hit nothing. She couldn't see a thing through her tears. "I love you. I can't go back to them. I can't."
"Jo, Jo, look at me. I do love you. Do you trust me?" He shoved off the guard behind him, "let me handle this."
She wiped her face with a free hand, trying to clear her vision. If one of the guards hurt Butch they were dead. "Yes." She shook her head in case he hadn't heard; she had said it so quietly.
"Good. Now put the gun down and go with them."
"I can't Butch, I can't marry Jonas. I don't love him and Al he…he's done some awful things. I can't…" she couldn't see again and could feel the other guards waiting for her to falter. "Tell me, was that really you in the planetarium the other night or was I only dreaming?"
"Yes Jo, yes that was me. Now please. If you love me you will go with them. TRUST ME." He hated not being able to tell her that he would be coming for her in only a few hours, that if they caused enough of a problem right now either of them could end up in a situation that would prevent their escape from happening, and Al Fuck was dead for any 'awful things' he had done to her.
"Butch," she was pleading, "Why?" she fell to her knees and let the gun fall to the floor. The guards rushed her and secured her arms behind her back hauling her to her feet. They dragged her away and into an elevator.
Butch felt torn in two. He couldn't take his eyes off of her until the doors to the elevator closed.
"What the fuck?" Paul exclaimed. "How could you just let them take her away like that? Damn Butch did you see her?"
He just shoved past Paul afraid his voice would betray the tears fighting to break free. He headed for his own quarters, this 'escape' would happen tonight or Al was a dead man.
~~oOo~~
She went with the guards as willingly as she could. The one limping headed in a different direction while the other two led her straight to Al's door.
When they entered she saw Al sitting behind his desk and Jonas passed out on the small love seat.
"Ah, there she is." He rose and came around his desk.
One of the guards spoke, "She was with the Butch boy, but he turned her in." Al's eyebrow rose with that statement. "She gave Doug a good kick and pulled his gun, but again the Butch kid stopped her from shooting and she turned herself in."
"Good work men. The keys please." He held out his hand and the guard handed him the keys to her cuffs. "You may leave us. On your way out would you please dispose of this man by returning him to his quarters for me? He is starting to stink up the place."
They nodded and collected Jonas. She stayed standing where they left her as Al fiddled with his Pip-Boy. She hated this, what was he waiting for? She knew he was very angry with her. He would be angry with her for a while because she wasn't going to marry Jonas. She may as well get it over with, that way he could get his anger out now instead of again tomorrow when she didn't say 'I do'. He started to clear off his desk. What was he doing? Was he expecting her to do something? There was a ding at the door.
"Come in."
Officer Park entered. "Well, Officer Park I'm glad you could make it this evening, please lock the door behind you." He came around the desk dangling the keys in front of him. "Un-do the cuffs." He tossed the keys to Officer Park.
He put a few more things away and once he was satisfied with his tiding job he turned and sat against his desk watching her rub her wrist.
"Un-zip." He said plainly.
"Wh..what?" she wasn't quite sure she heard him and then a chill ran up her spine. She wasn't sure exactly what Al had in mind but she wouldn't put anything past him, not at this point.
He walked toward her and put his hand out to Officer Park. He handed him his baton. With a swift jab of his arm he thrust it into her stomach and she fell over onto the floor, gasping for breath. He knelt down and pulled her zipper down as far as her clenched arms across her stomach would allow. He looked to Park and he pulled her arms apart allowing him to fully unzip her jumpsuit.
"There now that wasn't so bad was it?" He rose, "now take your arms out."
She coughed trying to get her breath back. Slowly she pulled her arms free of her jumpsuit.
"Stand." He turned and walked back to his desk than sat in his chair and started taking off his boots.
She stood and tied the arms of her jumpsuit around her waist. Once she was able to get a breath in without a sharp pain in her stomach, she argued, "I didn't do anything wrong. All I did was go for a walk."
"You know exactly what you did." The lack of emotion in his voice scared her more than if he had been screaming at her. To Officer Park he said, "bring her here."
Officer Park shoved her forward toward Al who was slipping out of his jumpsuit. Park kept his hand on her shoulder as they both walked to the side of Al's desk. Al sat in his chair in his underwear and T-shirt. In any other circumstance Jo thought she might laugh at his pencil thin arms and legs but she was still scrambling to get her mind around what exactly Al was going to do here?
"Cuff her and take off your clothes." He spoke to Officer Park but never took his glaring eyes off of her.
"Al," she said pensively. Before she could say another word Al was out of his chair and jabbing the baton in her gut again. She crumbled over unable to clench her stomach in her arms this time. Park had a hold of them as he was securing her again. She gasped on the floor thinking she might throw up. The cuffs clicked in place and Al hauled her up roughly and shoved her across the top of his desk holding her down with a hand to the back of her neck and his body pressed roughly against her back side.
"Are you done undressing yet?" Al said angrily over his shoulder at Officer Park.
"Yes." he replied.
"Finally, now get to work on me, this little cunt isn't going to get me hard."
She felt Al turn slightly behind her, his hip pressing her hard against his desk. "Al" she tried to say but all that came out was an 'ah'. A few moments later he yanked at the arms of her jumpsuit that she had tied around her waist. Jolene tried to calm herself so she could get in a breath. She needed to tell him this was wrong. "Al" louder this time, finally. She still gasped, it was difficult to recover this time because the hit had been harder and he was pressing her so hard against the desk.
"Shut up." He said "you run around the vault thinking you can do whatever you want. You have all the men scrambling at your every whim." He shoved her jumpsuit to the floor around her ankles. She felt tears leaking from her eyes once again tonight. She started to struggle against him. "Stop moving, there is more than one way to accomplish this." Then to Park, "I have a knife in that drawer hand it to me." She stilled as he cut her underwear off her. "Well, you little cunt, you're not going to fuck with me that way. I'm in control here and it seems you need to be taught just how much control I have. You do what I want when I want and how I want."
He turned and she felt his erection press against her. She cried out. "The babies Al, if you do this you have less chance of getting me pregnant with more than one baby!" she was desperate and thought she could reason with him and his sick mind.
"I'm not going to fuck you that way." And she shoved himself hard into her as she cried out in pain. Thrusting again he shoved her cut underwear into her mouth so he wouldn't hear her cries.