The New World

by The Dark Dragen

A retelling of Fallout 1 & 2, read as the events from the last story change the events for the Vault Dweller and the Chosen One, and how they do things. Current Saga - A New World: In this saga, learn how along with the Hub, Junktown and Shady Sands, learn how certain characters came about. Rated M to be save.

4. A New World Saga - Chapter 3

Chapter Summary: In this chapter, we see Angus talking to Ford where Angus's action to the request from the young boy would change Ford's fate. Then, we'll see Abby taking action to get what she wants. Finally, Angus and Killian leave the town.

Warning: Sex in this chapter, so, if it offends you or you don't like sex in your stories, you can skip the sex scene when you see this ( . Y . ) ( . Y . ) and when you see them again, you know that the sex has ended.

(A New World Saga - Part 4)

Chapter Three.

The Birth of The Hub - Part 4!

26th of May 2093 - Oregon, Pine View:

Angus slowly moved out of town, not wanting anyone to notice him. The streets were dark and deserted. The only light in the area was a few metal barrel fires spread around the area so that people could see in the dark at night. He passes an old 7-11 store that the town converted into a blacksmith. Angus thought this was a good idea, seeing how they couldn't get what they needed from the outside world anymore.

Somewhat surprisingly, he found a horse tethered to the railing in front of it. He grins; maybe he's going to make it out of here after all. As he starts to move toward the horse...

"It's right around the corner." Turning round to see who said that, across the street, Angus saw an old man sitting outside of his house on his porch.

"What is?" Angus asked in shock, not expecting to see anyone here.

"What you're looking for." the Old Man told Angus as he winked at him knowingly, and before our wanderer could ask more, the old man walked back into his home.

Wondering what the old man was getting at, Angus walks around the corner. As he did, he found himself in front of the post office. An old, small brick building. Chiselled in the granite facing: "UNITED STATES POST OFFICE. EST. 1884."

Although the place looked like it had been stripped a long time ago, it still had a proud, official, almost holy feeling to it. As Angus wanders in, he stops to read the credo calligrapher on the wall. "Neither snow nor rain..." He turns as he hears something. Standing there was Ford, leaning against a wall.

"I knew you'd come here." Ford informed the old man with a smile.

"Oh, you did, huh?" Angus asked the teenager.

Ford nods sagely, before asking, "How do you get to be a postman, anyhow?"

"For me, being in the right place at the right time." admitted Angus.

"How could I do it?" asked the young man.

"I thought you wanted to drive cars." Angus reminded Ford.

"I did," admitted Ford, "but not anymore. That was kid's stuff. I came to realize it was just a dream, that I'll never be able to do that anymore. But this is real. So, where's the right place?"

"Could be anywhere. Anytime." Angus told a half-lie, before fully lying to the teenager, "Only another postman can make you a postman."

"Kinda like vampires, right?" Ford jokes.

"Something like that." laughed Angus, "You have to be sworn in."

Ford raises his right hand, palm out, ready to take the oath. It takes Angus a moment to realize what Ford wanted.

"Listen, Ford, this new organisation is kinda shaky." explained Angus, trying to convince Ford not to do this, to be part of this lie, "It might not last."

"What does?" asked Ford. From what he heard from old people in town, nothing lasted before the Great War, more so since afterwards. So, he learned to enjoy the moment, as it might not last for long.

"You'll meet a lot of people who won't believe in you or believe that the post office has returned." the wanderer told the black teen.

"I'll set them straight." Ford told Angus with a determined look on his face.

"It's a lonely job." warned Angus.

"I've been lonely all my life." Ford informed the man.

This response strikes a chord with the postman. He could see how badly Ford wants something to hold on to. Angus could see the teen in himself. Although surrounded by people, he felt alone, with nobody who understood him, wanting something to hold on to, to make his life whole, but found what was missing.

"So have I, Ford. So have I." admitted Angus with a sad sigh. As he realized that for the teen, this was what he was looking for.

"What the hell?" Angus said after looking at the creed on the wall, "If this is what you really want, repeat after me. Neither snow, nor rain, nor heat nor gloom of night stays these couriers from the swift completion of their appointed rounds."

Which Ford repeated word for word. Once he finished the creed, Angus said, "Okay then."

"Okay, then." repeated Ford, thinking that he had to.

"No, no, no, I'm saying that. You just listen…" Angus told the teen, "By my authority, you are now empowered to carry the mail. Congratulations, you're a postman." Angus extends his hand to Ford, hoping that he didn't make a mistake here.

The two men shook hands. Angus didn't realize it, but this was the most important moment in Ford's life.

"I want you to know I'd die to get a letter through." Ford told Angus firmly.

Ford's intensity takes Angus aback, making the older man think this could be a mistake, as he doesn't want the teen to die for delivering a letter.

But before Angus could say another word, they heard a voice behind them. "Johnny, why don't you run along? I need to speak to this man."

In the doorway was none other than Sheriff Brisco. Ford bristles at 'Johnny,' knowing that the sheriff, knowing that whatever he wanted, was serious for him to use his real name. So, looking at Angus, the teen said, "I'll see you around."

"Sure thing, Ford." Angus told the teen, as he left the two older men alone.

"Johnny's really impressed with you." the sheriff informed Angus. "In fact, the whole town is really impressed with you."

"But I take it you're not." said Angus.

"Smarter than you look." Brisco remarked.

"What can I do for you, Sheriff?" asked Angus.

"You can clear out. Or I can throw you out." Brisco told Angus, "Either way suits me fine."

"I'm afraid you don't understand, Sheriff. I'm a government employee. Authorised by -" Angus tried to bluff his way out of trouble.

"You're not authorised by shit." the sheriff told the man, not being taken in by the lies. "You're nothing but a drifter who found a bag of mail. And I want you out of my town."

"This is going in my report." Angus informed the man, trying to keep the lie going.

"These people don't need dreams, Mr. Postman." Brisco told Angus firmly, "They need something real. They need help with the goddamn Holnists. Are you going to bring them that?" Brisco was met with silence. "Didn't think so. All you cost us so far are a few bowls of soup and, maybe later, a few broken hearts. I aim to keep it that way. You can stay till morning. Then I don't ever want to see you again."

As Sheriff Brisco was making his way out of the post office, it surprised him to hear Angus say, "Sheriff Brisco, you're wrong."

"What are you talking about?" asked Brisco.

"You say that these people don't need dreams, that they need something real. But you are wrong." explained Angus. "Take it from someone who knows. People need to have a dream, something to hope for, otherwise, they are slowly dying. If it wasn't for the fact that I had a dream to leave where I was a few years ago, I would be living that life. Slowly dying, miserable, waiting for death to take me."

"At least you were safe, weren't you?" asked Brisco.

"I might have been safe, but I wanted more, some sort of hope, even if it meant my death. It would have been better than the life that I had." Angus informed the older man, "I'm not saying that dreams can't be dangerous, as they can be, but for me, I was lucky to have my dream fulfilled and I was able to leave my settlement." Angus didn't want to say where he really came from, as it would make things harder. "I'm not saying that their dream will come true, as not all dreams can come true. I'm not saying that they might not die because of it, as they could die. However, even if it's for a short while, they can be happy and if they do die, they will hopefully die happy, dreaming of hope and happiness. What would you prefer for your people? A town full of cheerful people thanks to having dreams, or a town full of miserable people just waiting for death. You could say that those goddamn Holnist would be doing them a favour by killing them. Like it or not, people need to dream and hope for a better future, otherwise, they are already dead, they're just waiting for someone to let their body know that."

Angus didn't like talking to the sheriff like this, but the older man had to understand what dreams meant to people. "Don't worry, I'll be gone by tomorrow, seeing how I have your post to deliver and more letters to try to find."

And with that, Angus began to leave the post office, leaving a shocked Sheriff Brisco behind. But as he got to the door, he left the man some last few words for the sheriff to think about, "You might think that I'm giving your people false hope, but I would like to remind you that not once did I ever say that the government has been rebuilt. Just that there are people trying to do so. I don't know if they'll be able to do so. Good for them if that is the case. If not, at least they tried. If your people are having hope, let them, at least they, seem happy. Something I feel that this town hasn't felt for a long time, at least not like this. All you have to do is remind them that people are trying to rebuild the government, not that it has been yet or will be."

And with that, Angus left and returned to the motel, too tired to leave the town that night. Angus didn't know what it was about Brisco, but he got to him a lot more than anyone had in his life. Angus wanted to blow off some steam, but he wasn't sure how to. Instead, he decided to get some sleep and leave early tomorrow.

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As Angus returned to the motel, he found Killian sitting in the parking lot with a metal barrel fire. Upon seeing Angus, Killian said, "I'm surprised to see you back. I thought you might not return."

"Honesty with how people were treating me like some kind of survivor or something. I was thinking of leaving." admitted Angus, feeling no need to lie to Killian.

"So, why did you come back?" Killian asked with interest.

"Honestly, I don't really know," Angus told his partner, "but if I have to think about it, I would have to say it was down to the town's sheriff. I had a run-in with him, and it wore me out, so I decided to stay and rest up."

"Do you mind if I ask what happened?" asked Killian.

"I'd rather not talk about it just yet, I'm still round up." the wanderer told the man.

"I understand," said Killian, "so what's the plan?"

"The sheriff wants us gone in the morning, so we're going to do that." explained Angus, "From there? We decide in the morning."

"Fair enough, but why does the sheriff want us to leave?" Killian enquired.

"He doesn't trust us and believes we would only bring trouble to the town if we stayed." Angus informed the man. "Thankfully, he has no proof that I'm up to anything. Otherwise, things might be different for us. So, it's for the best that we leave tomorrow so that the sheriff doesn't try anything."

"Fair enough." said Killian, understanding why Angus would want to leave the town.

"Listen, Killian, I need some time to think and some sleep." Angus said as he went to his room.

As he got to his room and pushed the door open, he knocked over a stack of letters that were posted through the post box. He gathers them up and flips through them. They're written on scraps, the backs of pictures, on handkerchiefs and on homemade paper. They weren't old.

They're brand new. Shaking his head, he closed the door.

About half an hour later, Angus was laying in his bed trying to sleep, but there was too much on his mind. At the moment, he had his hands behind his head, looking at the moon through a hole in the ceiling.

A knock on the door interrupted his thoughts.

"Just post it through the postbox." Angus called out, not wanting to deal with anyone else tonight.

There was a pause for a few moments before there was another knock at the door.

"I said to post it." Angus called out again.

However, instead of posting a letter or leaving, the door opened, and to Angus's surprise, Abby walked into the room. Making Angus sit up in the bed. Abby was wearing what you could call an old sexy floral nightdress, with an old blanket covering her, her hair held up by an old red ribbon.

"Hello, Abby." Angus greeted Abby.

"You'll be leaving tomorrow?" asked Abby, a bit unhappy about the fact.

"Unfortunately," said Angus, "I've got mail to find and deliver."

"Everybody's up late writing letters for you to take." Abby explained with a smile, seeing how this man had given them a tiny bit of hope, something that they didn't have for years, "We're not supposed to waste candles like that, but they're so excited."

"How about you? Do you have a letter you want to send?" asked Angus.

"I don't have anybody to write to." explained Abby. "Everyone I know, apart from Michael, is dead."

"I'm sorry to hear that," Angus apologised sadly. "I could find you a pen pal whilst I'm out there. Someone with interests similar to your own. Dancing, checking for mumps."

This made Abby laugh, which made Angus smile, seeing how one of his lime jokes made someone laugh at last.

"You're funny." said Abby, finding the man charming. "Hardly anyone's funny around here."

"I guess no one feels much like laughing after the Great War." admitted Angus.

The two of them just look at each other for a moment. Abby fingers the ribbon in her hair before she asks what she came here to ask the man, "Have you decided yet?"

"Oh, well, I've been thinking about it." admitted Angus, "But you're married. Normally I don't sleep with other men's women. Not only that, but I love rough sex, something I don't know if you would like."

Abby thought about what the man in front of her said, but the thing was, she wanted a child. She didn't know when another stranger would come to town that she could ask, someone who was as good-looking, brave and smart as this postman. If it meant rough sex for a child, she could live through it. So, to prove this was what she wanted, she drops her nightdress onto the floor.

It amazed Angus at what he saw. This young woman's body was somewhat smooth, with a few scars and cuts, but in this new world, it wasn't surprising. She had decent size soft looking breasts. All in all, she had a great-looking body. He watches as walks around the bed and slides under the sheets alongside him.

"Please, put a child into him." asked Abby.

Seeing this was what Abby wanted, he said, "Sure. Why not?"

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They lie there awkwardly for a moment. Then our wanderer kissed Abby before pulling back.

"God, you're beautiful." Angus told Abby, as he looked at her in wonder, "Sorry, I know you'd probably like to keep things more clinical. You don't even know my name."

She shushes him by covering his mouth with her hand, before saying, "I don't want to know."

Angus nods in understanding, it would be easier for her if she didn't know his name. As she stares into his eyes, Abby said "It would be easier for me if you closed your eyes."

However, Angus told her, "If we're going to do this, I'm going to keep my eyes open and enjoy this. Either way, you're the one that came into a stranger's room for sex, so, don't expect me to do what you want."

With that, he went back to kissing the teen. It wasn't long before he pulled back and threw his blanket off them, seeing that his clothes were in the way. So, he had Abby get out of bed, so he could remove his clothing.

When he was totally naked, Abby saw that his cock was as thick as her and long, with a mushroom-shaped cockhead, and it was pointing right at her. She wasn't sure if it would fit in her. She was going to get back into the bed again so that she could have him fuck her, but the postman had other plans.

"On your knees." Angus told her, shocking her, "What? It's been a while since I had sex last, and if I'm having it tonight, I'm sure as hell going to enjoy it. So, if you want your child, get on your knees."

Knowing that if she wanted this child that she asked for, she had to do as she was told.

"Put this in your mouth." Angus told the young woman as he pointed at his cock.

She looked at Angus with slight fear on her face, but she took his cock in hand, and then into her mouth. Angus didn't let her complete the first suck before he pulled her hand away, where he put his hands on either side of her head, curled his fingers around the back, and tugged.

She croaked and pulled back when Angus hit the back of her tongue. But he kept on just enough pressure that she had to resist to get his cock out of her throat.

"That's right, nice and deep," Angus told her as he thrust back into her mouth.

Angus fucked her face, listening to the abrupt gurgles, and feeling her throat contract from trying to suppress her gag reflex.

Abby had done this before with Michael, but it was never this rough, though. Her husband wasn't this controlling of her either. But as much as she hated it, she had to admit how skilled the postman was at doing this, fucking her face like she was nothing but his toy.

Angus's balls slapped hard against her chin, and his cock slipped deeper than Abby is normally used to. She opened her mouth wide, and her hands moved quickly to the front of his hips, pushing him away with desperate strength. Air exploded from her lungs in a loud gack sound the moment his cock slipped out of her throat. Thick spittle sprayed all over him as she sat back hard to cough, gag, and drool.

For just a moment, Angus selfishly admired his handiwork. Long strands of spit hung from her chin, and there were globs of it on her gorgeous breasts. It was dripping from his balls and hanging in sticky strands from the shaft.

Then she made the most disturbing sound, which was a combination of a cough and a burp. Angus instantly reached out to caress her cheek out of concern, but she stiffened and stared up at him in alarm. Her eyes were wide with fear for a fraction of a second, until she realized I wasn't about to jam his cock back in her throat again. Which made her relax a bit.

"Please, fuck me, put a child inside me." begged Abby, wanting this to be over, making Angus smile.

"Okay, but I hope you're ready for what is about to happen, whore." Angus told her as he picked her up and threw her down onto the bed. Making Abby a tiny bit worried about what she had gotten herself into, as she looked at the intimidating figure of the postman.

It shocked her at how aroused she was at this. Sure, it wasn't what she wanted and normally liked, but there was something about the postman that made her feel aroused and slowly started to enjoy this. But still, she was confused by the name-calling, so she said, "I'm not a whore."

"You're not?" Angus said with a smirk, "What do you call a woman, with a partner, who comes into a man's room, undresses, gets into their bed and begs to be fucked? When that man says he would think about it earlier?"

It shocked Abby to hear the man tell her this. It made her think, what did it make her? Sure, she wanted a child, but to go to a man's room who hasn't decided if he wanted to help or not, and more or less beg for him to fuck her. What did it make her, if not a whore, a slut?

As she was thinking about this, the postman climbed into his bed and moved on top of her.

Angus then rose up onto his knees next to her, with his erection bobbing. He then grabbed her breast and squeezed them hard, making her whimper. "I'm going to fuck you hard and make these tits bounce."

Angus let go of her tit and reached between her legs.

He ran a finger over her entrance to find it was already wet, "Is that cunt already wet?"

"Yes." Abby said, feeling ashamed. She couldn't believe that her body was enjoying this more than she was. Her back subconsciously arched, lifting her beautiful breasts toward the ceiling when the post shoved two of his fingers inside of her. As much as she hated to admit it, her pussy was literally dripping.

Angus felt a drop slowly creeping down to the pool on his knuckle. He curled his fingers to her g-spot and squeezed, pressing the heel of his hand tight against her clit.

"Tell me you want it." Angus told Abby.

"I want you to fuck me, to impregnate me." she answered breathlessly.

Her intimate muscles squeezed Angus's fingers. He wanted to lick her pussy until she screamed herself hoarse, but wanted to show her the dangers of going into a stranger's room, that they could take what they wanted. Knowing how dangerous the world was out there, the next person she might ask might not be as kind as he was being.

The sound that was made by Angus's fingers as they slipped out of her tight embrace provided another testament to just how wet and ready, she was.

Angus slipped out of the bed, where he used her ankles as handles to drag her closer to the edge of the mattress.

"Turn over." Angus demanded, while digging his fingers into the back of her knee and forcing it over the other.

Once she rolled over, he dragged her over the edge, planting her feet on the floor. Angus then gave her ass a smack.

"What are you?" asked Angus, wanting to see how far Abby had gone, to see if he had broken her or not.

When she didn't answer, he spanked her a little harder. When she didn't answer again, he slapped her ass again, but a bit harder. This time she yelped, and then cried out, "Yes! I'm a whore!"

Angus smirked as he whacked her ass again, hard enough to sting his palm. "What are you?"

"I'm your whore!"

Again and again, he spanked her ass, turning it into a collage of bright red handprints.

"Use me!"

Smack.

"Use your whore!"

Smack.

"Use my fuckhole!"

Smack.

"Use my whore cunt!"

Abby couldn't believe she was saying all this. She was ashamed that she was enjoying this more than she should be. She didn't really know why she said these things, but it felt right, like this was what the postman wanted. Because of that, she said them, to make him happy so that he would fuck her and impregnate her sooner.

Angus leaned forward, grabbed her right arm, and yanked it out from under her. Then he shoved her face down into the mattress. Shoving his cock inside her set Angus's whole body to tingle. The moment his balls were deep inside of her, he got a better grip on her arm, pulled her up, and dug his fingers into her opposite shoulder.

Their flesh collided with loud claps, punctuated by her yelps. Angus could see her eyes widening in a broken mirror that was against the wall. Her tits violently careened forward and back. Ripples in her reddened ass visibly demonstrated the shockwaves shooting through her body.

She was so wet that her juices were squirting out around Angus's cock. Abby was ashamed that her body was enjoying this. She was even more ashamed that by the minute, not only was her body enjoying this, but she also herself was beginning to enjoy this. More than her own husband fucking her, she felt guilty and hated herself for it. But she couldn't deny what she was feeling right now.

Angus found himself grunting and growling as he watched her body rock from the furious assault. Her face reddened in the mirror. Her hair flowed in silken waves - sometimes covering her face as her head lashed. Even though he hadn't once directly touched her clit, he could see and feel all the signs that she was getting close. She was about to come.

So, Angus let go of her as he yanked his cock out, and she serenaded me with a weepy wail of, "Noo!" Shocking Abby, but she was so close to an orgasm, something she really felt. She didn't blame her husband for it, but, with him, she didn't often get one. So, when she was close to getting one, she wanted to feel it fully, but the postman denied her this feeling.

Angus lifted her legs and hurled her up onto the bed. She had barely landed when he climbed in after her and flipped her on her back. Angus slapped his pussy-slimed cock against her lips and said, "Clean it off."

Abby began to lick and suck the shaft, slurping up her juices, and smearing them over her face. She knew it was wrong, but felt with how the postman was treating her, this was something he wanted and to make sure that she did get pregnant, she needed him to keep fucking her. She didn't know if it would work, but she hoped for the best and would make sure he keeps fucking her all night. If it meant that she had to act like this, so be it.

The words flowed from Angus - strong and authoritative. "That's right. Taste your cunt. You know you want it, whore."

She reached for her pussy, and Angus denied her by snatching up her wrist when her fingers were only an inch away. She whimpered.

"You don't get to play with it. It's mine to use." Angus growled at her. He was enjoying himself too much to give up his fun just yet. Who knows when he would have sex next?

She whimpered again.

Once she finished cleaning her juices off him, she returned to kissing Angus's cock. "Use me, please," she would say after every kiss.

"You want to come, don't you?" Angus asked her.

"Yes." She had been close to a orgasm a few times now, but each time she was close, the postman would prevent her. She was going crazy and was willing to do whatever it took to do so.

Angus pulled his cock away from her and with a smirk, said, "Tough shit. You want to be touched, whore?"

"Y-Yes," she stammered with a note of trepidation in her voice.

"Okay," Angus responded and gave her a lingering view of his evil smile.

She bit her lower lip, and her jaw trembled.

Angus then pinched her right nipple hard, causing her to writhe. Not wanting to let its twin escape either, he squeezed the other nipple between my finger and thumb, making her gasp.

When he let go of it, Angus lashed out like a striking cobra and brought his palm down on her pussy. She let out a shriek.

Angus gave Abby just enough time for the initial sting to fade before doing it again. Two spanks were enough to make his palm slippery with her wetness.

She licked Angus's palm clean when he held it in front of her face. Making Angus smile, realizing how much Abby was getting into this. Like being treated like his whore. Angus had to admit that he liked it when women ended up like this, it meant that they were willing to do whatever he wanted. He could fuck them however he wanted.

For good measure, Angus gave each of her firm breasts a sharp smack before rising over his knees. Angus then manipulated her legs with rough jerks until he was looming over her with her knees pushed back toward her chest. Her pussy was dripping so much that her asshole glimmered in the light with it.

In a fit of wicked inspiration, he did something that she'd never thought of. Angus caught her eye with a cold, hard gaze, and said, "Maybe I'll use your other fuckhole this time."

When he actually pressed the head of his cock against her back door, her eyes widened in fear. She begged, "No, no. Please. Use my cunt. Use my cunt."

Abby was fearful at the thought of what the postman was planning to do to her ass. She rarely allowed her own husband to do such a thing, and if she did allow it to happen, she wouldn't do it without proper preparation.

She felt the postman pushing a little harder on her forbidden hole. He backed off when her juices were slippery enough to cause him to almost penetrate.

The look of fear with a touch of anger in her eyes, and her shuddering gasp, were delicious to Angus.

But he wasn't a monster, he was only teasing her, he wouldn't hurt Abby, so he relaxed the pressure on my thumb, letting his cock slide upward. As soon as the tip was centred over her wet heat, he jammed it into her depths. She cried out as her ass sank into the mattress. Still buried inside her, he reached under her knees and leaned forward, pressing them even closer to her body. Then Angus grabbed her tits, squishing them in his grip.

"You want that whore fuckhole pounded?" Angus asked, and then pulled back to slam into her again.

She screamed in response, "Yes!"

Abby didn't care about having the postman giving her a child, or about her husband, all she cared about was the sex she was having. To her great surprise, it was turning out to be one of the best times she had with having sex. So whilst she wants the child, she wants to have some great sex, too. Even if she was a bit afraid at times, not knowing what was coming next.

"Beg for it," Angus demanded while giving her another fast, powerful thrust.

"Please take me," she cried, and then grunted when their bodies collided. "Please use my cunt." She screamed when Angus's cock drove her down into the mattress again. "Please pound my dirty fuckhole."

The postman released her breasts, leaving behind red and white impressions from his grip on them. Then he curled his fingers around her thighs, held on tight, and gave her what she was begging for.

Her keening wail joined the rapid smacks of their bodies. Angus fucked her like a jackhammer - hard and fast. It was having an effect on him as well. He clenched his teeth and fought against his rising pleasure. She, having been pushed to the brink so recently, was way ahead of him.

Pulling out before she climaxed took even more willpower than holding back his own.

Her sobbing moan brought a smile to Angus's lips. "Nooo!" she blubbered when he left her empty just before she came.

"You get to come if and when I decide to let you," Angus said with a sneer and a hidden smirk. He could see her pussy winking at him from the contractions of her intimate muscles.

She begged, "Please, please, please let me come."

"I should shove it straight up your ass or in your whore mouth and leave you like this," Angus countered.

"Please. Please. I'll be good." Abby begged, really wanting to come.

Angus pressed the tip of his cock against the gaped entrance of her canal. She drew in a breath of anticipation, but let it out with a whimper when he let his cock slide back up her slippery folds.

"Please. Oh please," she begged when Angus pressed his cock against her opening again.

Once again, Angus denied her. He did it a third time and then straightened over his knees. Angus gripped her thigh with his left hand, pushed his cock hard enough to almost penetrate her, and then jerked it away again.

"Please. I'll do anything," she sobbed convincingly.

"Anything?" Angus growled.

"A-a-anything!" admitted Abby.

"Then scream for me, you fucking whore," Angus snarled as he buried his cock inside her.

She did - loud, long, and so high-pitched that it made the hairs on the back of Angus's neck stand up. And she kept screaming. The sound warbled in time with his cock driving her into the mattress. It only stopped for a moment when her eyes went wide. She sucked in a frantic, noisy gasp of air, and exploded into orgasm.

She convulsed beneath Angus - her range of movement limited by his weight pressing down on her bent legs. Screeches and squeals emerged from her wide-open mouth, and her pussy constricted around Angus.

The postman fucked the teenager mercilessly as she came. He was well on the way to an explosion of his own and didn't give her the slightest respite. Her screams turned to squeaks and choked yelps. Her face contorted into a mask of beautiful agony. Angus wanted nothing more than to blow his load deep in that tight, wet pussy, but he wasn't ready to do that yet.

With a surge of determination, Angus yanked his cock out of her sopping wet hole. He shoved her legs outward, and her back arched high above the mattress. Her mouth was open in a silent scream, and she was trembling as though there was an earthquake inside her.

Angus scrambled over her because he didn't know how much time he had left. Even the kiss of air on his pussy-slick cock was testing his ability to hold back. Angus forced her back down to the mattress when he sat on her and rested his cock between her tits.

"Hold them," Angus snarled as he squeezed her breasts around me.

She lifted her trembling hands and managed to press her tits together - whimpering and gasping all the while. Angus reached down, forced his hands under her head, and lifted it. The postman scooted forward a little more, drawing a grunt from her as it tugged on the sensitive skin of her breasts. That let Angus pushes the tip of his cock into her mouth.

Angus fucked her tits and mouth hard. The abundant wetness coating Angus's cock couldn't stand up to the friction and dried in only a few thrusts. When she opened her mouth and lost suction, Angus yanked her hair and pulled her head up at an even sharper angle. By that point, Angus was in the zone and had zero qualms about finally giving her the rough treatment. She whimpered but locked her lips around the postman again.

It only took two more pumps of Angus's hips to cause his cum to surge up.

Angus bellowed like a beast as he erupted into her mouth. It must have shot full force directly into her throat. As she made a terrible sound as her cheeks puffed out. It was followed by a snort, and Angus's semen blasting out of her nose.

That snapped Angus out of it. He rocked back, pulling his cock away from her wide-open mouth. She gagged, coughed, and gagged again.

Angus grunted when his cock pulsed, sending out a thick rope of cum that somehow managed to not only land in her mouth, but her right eye as well. Another ejaculation followed hot on the heels of that one, further glazing her face. The postman pushed his cock down, causing the rest to spurt onto the teen's tits and the valley between them.

She continued to cough and gag for a few seconds while Angus fought to regain enough control of his body to lurch off of her.

Her voice pained and nasally from her scrunched-up nose, she said, "It burns."

( . Y . ) ( . Y . )

Angus reached out with a hand and snatched up Abby's nightgown, where she grabbed it as soon as she felt it touch her fingers. She blew her nose, gagged, and blew it again. At the same time, she was wiping the cum out of her eye.

"Are you… are you okay?" Angus asked with concern between pants.

She answered with the most miserable-sounding groan.

Angus stroked her hair, trying to catch his breath. He couldn't help but wince at the retching sounds she was making amidst sniffles and snorts in an attempt to clear his semen out of her sinuses. Yes, he wanted to show her the error of coming into a strange man's room, but he didn't mean to hurt her so badly.

As the sounds quieted, Angus saw her legs press together, and a shiver rippled through her. The aftershocks of her orgasm hadn't quite let go of her.

Finally, she pulled the dress off her face and groaned. She still had cum smeared everywhere.

"Sorry, Abby." Angus apologised. "I didn't mean for you to get hurt like that. All I wanted to do was to teach you not to enter someone's room and beg for sex, no matter the reason. As the next person could be a lot worse than me, you could get hurt much worse or killed."

Abby thought about it, and she realized that the postman was right. She knew that there were people who would do such a thing. But until now, she didn't realize it could happen to her until the postman treated her like a toy. Whilst she enjoyed it in the end, the ending of it could have been a lot worse, as the postman told her. In the future, if she wasn't with a child, she would have to think about how to deal with it better. Because the next time she did something like this, it could end up worse for her, either be treated worse than the postman treated her, or she could be killed.

"Listen, to make up for what happened, I'm willing to make sweet, soft, love making if you want it. To make sure you do get the child you want." Angus told her, wanting to make it up to her and show that he wasn't as bad as she might think he was.

Seeing how sincere the postman was being, Abby nodded and told him she would like that. So, until the two fell asleep hours later, the two made love. And whilst Angus was asleep, Abby would wake up and leave the post in his sleep.]

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27th of May 2093 - Oregon, Pine View:

It was early morning; the sun was starting to shine, waking Angus up. He reaches for Abby's warm body, but he finds that she is gone. It would seem that during the night, she left whilst he was sleeping. The only thing that was there was her old red ribbon. Wistful, he picks it up, realizing this was for the best.

Either way, seeing that he was awake, he decided to get dressed, get Killian, and leave the town, not wanting to push his luck here.

Once in his uniform, with his bag slung over his shoulder, he left his room. He was surprised to see that most of the townspeople were silently assembled in the car park. It seemed that they were waiting for him.

Then, out of the group of people there, Ford steps up with Killian, where Ford hands him a new fresh packet of letters. But Angus saw that Ford hangs on to four, maybe five of them.

"What about those?" asked Angus.

"These are going to Blue Jay About twenty miles east." explained Ford, "I thought I could take them."

Angus scans the crowd, looking for Abby, but was unable to see her. She might not even be there.

"Okay. They're yours." Angus told him, but then warned him, "But be careful though, the outside world isn't safe. Before you go out there, be prepared for anything to fight and to kill."

"I will." said Ford.

That's when Briscoe rides up on a horse and regards Angus and Killian sternly. "I'm your escort out of town."

Some of the town's citizens lead two saddled horses to them.

"We took a vote, Mr. Postman." said a male citizen, "We want you two to have these two horses for your cart." .

"Now don't say no." the same male told Angus, "A man on horseback can cover ten times the territory than a man on foot."

"We'll take them." Angus said with a smile, "But will it be okay? I don't want you to lose something useful."

"We'll be fine," said the man, "we breed them, for possible trade and use for hunting and the like?"

"In that case, thank you." Angus thanked them as he took the reins and gave them to Killian who took the horses to the cart, along with the mail that Angus handed to him.

"There's a bedroll, some oats and a week's rations for each of you." said a female citizen as she handed him a duffle bag.

"Thank you." Angus thanked her.

"Where do you figure you'll go from here?" asked another male citizen.

"Go?" Angus asked confused for a moment before realizing what they meant, "Oh yeah… honestly, we haven't decided yet, I thought we might search for some post offices and vans, seeing if we can find more letters and packages. From there, who knows, wherever the letters take us. Because there's only a few of us postmen around and very few settlements around, and places that we thought were still around, aren't, so we don't know where we'll be going until we get the post."

The townspeople could understand this. With the Great War and its aftermath, they had no idea what was still around, what settlements were created and who was still alive. Even those who were alive a few years ago could be dead now.

"Listen, I'll be honest with you, I know that the future looks bleak right now, and for all I know, it could stay like that." admitted Angus, being fully truthful right now, "But, if we hope, dream and try to make our dreams come true, who knows what the future holds, it could be a better one than today. That those who are trying to rebuild our country might succeed in doing so. Isn't this what our country once stood for, dreams and hope for a better future as long as we fight for it? So, let's be hopeful for a better future."

The townspeople consider what Angus had just told them; it was true that their future was bleak, that they didn't know what it held. But as they looked at each other, by God, they did feel hopeful. There were people trying to rebuild their country. If they actually succeed or not, only the future will tell, but they can hope and dream. Just like the postman said, their country once stood for dreams and hope for a better future. 5

Suddenly, out of nowhere, a woman and her son began to sing. It's weak at first, but one-by-one the others join in. Soon the whole town is singing:

"Oh, beautiful for spacious skies, for amber waves of grain. For purple mountain's majesty, above the fruited plain. America…"

As Angus was looking around, he saw the people singing their hearts out. Seeing this, made the guilt that Angus was feeling more overwhelming. Not wanting to be around anymore, he went to the cart where Killian was waiting for him. Then, Sheriff Brisco led the two out of town. As they were being led out of town, the people kept singing 'America.'

"You got a helluva nerve, whoever you are." the sheriff told Angus. But Angus wasn't going to take the bait.

"Is Abby around?' asked Angus.

"She and Michael are working the north meadow this morning." Brisco informed the man, which made Angus sigh in disappointment.

It didn't take them too long before they got to the front gates, this was as far as he was willing to take the two men.

"Well, you two are on your own from this point." Brisco told them, as they got a few matters out of town. From here, Angus and Killian rode off.

"Hey!" Brisco called out, as Angus and Killian were halfway across the bridge. "Are you really who you say you are?"

"If I come back with some mail, you'll know!" Angus called back as he and Killian continued to ride off.

Brisco was caught with an inner turmoil. Thanks to the speech that the postman made, he wasn't sure what to believe. In the end, he let hope win. So, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a letter. He turns it over in his hands and looks off at The Postman.

"God damn it!" Briscoe mutters to himself, before urging his horse forward, to catch up with the postman, where he hands the postman the letter, before riding back to town.

As Angus watches Briscoe, he sees the townsfolk lining the wall. That's when he realizes just what effect his actions had on these people. But he knew that there was nothing he could do about this, so he just shrugged his shoulders and rode on. Strains of 'America,' still echoing from the town:

As Angus and Killian were riding along, Angus started to chew a piece of jerked beef, he flips through some of the letters that were entrusted to him.

"Eugene. Benning. Portland, Boston -" Angus snorted as he read that. That was too far out and from what the person that he met months ago, Boston was hit by one of the nukes all those years ago. So, it was very unlikely anyone would be living there now. But he wasn't going to be going there anyway, as it was too far away to go, anyway. Either way, he resumes reading where the letters are meant to go. "Seattle. Boise... St. Rose, Paradise on the Pacific…"

"So, what are you going to do about the letters?" asked Killian, wondering what Angus would do with these letters.

Angus looks at the letters and considers what to do with them. He then looks around as if someone may be watching. As a part of him thought about opening them and reading one, which he started to tear a corner of one, he stops himself.

"Maybe some things should remain sacred." Angus said to himself with a smile, before saying to Killian, "All in all, not a bad gig, huh?"

"Apart from lying to them, no, it wasn't," admitted Killian, "it's not often we can get decent food, hot baths, and, in your case, good sex. I say we keep at it for a bit."

"You're right, we should," Angus admitted as he shoved the envelopes into his bag. As he does, he finds the red ribbon that Abby left. He didn't realize that he had placed it in the bag earlier. As he thought about it, if he kept playing the role of the postman, he might meet Abby again one day and if he could play things right, he might be able to win her over. He knew it was a long shot, but he wanted to try either way. As he said to the sheriff, it's good to dream and hope, even if it might hurt you in doing so.

Whatever the case, Angus runs the ribbon through his fingers, thinking about Abby. Then, like a knight of old representing a lady's honour, he ties it to his mailbag and rides on. In doing so, the last thing he said for a while was, "Looks like I'll be a postal worker for a while."

Killian smiled at this as he went to the back of the cart and rested up. Seeing how neither of them knew what was to come, it was best if at least one of them was fully rested and ready to fight.

To Be Continued!

Author's Note: Here ends another chapter of Magical Fallout - The New World. I hope that you enjoyed this chapter along with the first sex scene of the story. I don't know how many there will be in this, but I hope a few when I can fit them into the story.

Not much to say about this chapter, other than I hope that you enjoy the character development of Angus and Killian. I hope that I've done them well enough that you like them too. I also would like to ask once again for ideas as to what you would like to see in this story. As once I'm done with The Birth of The Hub, it'll take some time before new chapters will be out. So, I would like thoughts as to how I should deal with The Master and things connected to him. So, I can't wait to hear your thoughts about this.