Warning this chapter is dark and maybe uncomfortable to anyone who reads it!
You have been warned!
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Pt. 1: Everything Changes.
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She bit onto the covers of her sleeping bag and clawed onto the dirt with her nails.
She had been placed her belly with her hips raised up and her bare ass clapping against the pelvis of her owner's wild thrusting.
The night air was filled with the wet sound of flesh and only the nearby campfire to keep everyone else warm.
Cait, a young eighteen-year-old Irish girl, bit hard onto her lip – so hard it drew blood – to fight against the burning in her loins. She huffed with her face burning red.
The slob of a man thrusted harder into her quim, this time gripping her hair and yanking her back.
"Ah!" Cait gasped aloud, feeling the bastard tuck at her roots. She then quickly shut her lips, refusing to make another sound.
"That's right bitch!" Cait's slaver spat, grunting with each bated breath. "I'm making sure we get out caps worth out of you."
The slapping grew louder just as much as the man's grunting was.
Cait hissed with clenched teeth. It had been her parents' fault. And it wasn't an exaggeration. Those wastes of human life were nothing but abusive people that made the thirteen years of Cait's life a miserably hell. And it was her own fault for believing there was some bit of good in them. They sold her. Cait's parents sold her into slavery.
Which was why Cait was here now. It didn't even take a day for her slavers to beat her down, hold her in place before they took their turn raping her.
Cait cried during the first night. And the rest of the nights, for the last three months traveling through the wasteland, Cait did not get used to it, only enduring it each time they reamed her every chance they got.
This time he slammed her face against the sleeping bag, hard. He thrusted harder, this time gripping Cait's waist so tightly it left behind red handprints.
"Jeezes Phil" sleeping on the other side of the campfire had been another slaver that was there when Cait's own parents sold her. "Couldn't you have done this far from the damn camp, now I gotta listen until I go back to sleep."
The bastard only laughed at his friend's plight. "Don't worry Mac, I'm almost finished." With a sick grin he reached into a bag and grabbed out a small device.
With Cait on her belly and her back facing the sick bastard, he had a bit of glee when he saw the orange light glint against the metal latched onto the girl's neck.
It was a shock collar. It was what kept her obedient. He pressed the button, and the collar came to life.
"Shite!" Cait hissed through her teeth clenched. This time Cait couldn't hold back making a noise. An electric jolt ran through her body and caused her whole-body spasm, her muscles locked and teeth muffling her cries.
Her inner walls snared around the man's length.
No matter how much Cait tried to fight off that feeling, the dam broke and left her whole body shaking in euphoria.
She hated it. She hated herself.
"Ugh" he grunted; his breathing become heavier each time he thrusted.
The electric setting only lasted a few moments, leaving Cait enough time to speak.
"Pull out!" Cait hissed. "Pull out you bastard!"
This was where Cait would worry. She knew enough that this was how babies were made. And the beaten down Irish girl practically begged for them to shoot outside less they'd get her pregnant. And that was something even worse. The idea of carry one these bastard's bastard.
And thankfully he did pull out, painting her ass and lower back.
It was over.
Her face was covered in sweat with her hair matted against her forehead. Left with only weak pants and huffs Cait surrendered herself to just lie on her sleeping bag and wait for tomorrow morning.
It was over. That was all that mattered.
"Alright Mac I'm done, you can have a go if you want" Phil laughed, wiping his own brow before pulling his ruined trousers back up.
Cait made a sound. She prayed that the other guy wouldn't be interested.
"Mac?" The second said confusingly, looking and seeing that his companion's sleeping bag was empty.
Cait, turning her head, saw the sleeping bag empty. She figured the man just got up and left for his pal to finish.
"Damn it Mac, if you're gonna go for a damn walk you could at least-"
"Aahh!"
Phil did not get a chance to rave once he heard the bloodcurdling scream of his friend echo in the night.
Cait felt her heart pace with newfound panic.
Raiders were a rowdy lot, only together when they were in the same group. And Cait knew there were many different factions spread throughout Boston and across the Commonwealth.
Had another raider group found them?
Knowing she couldn't just lie down, Cait grabbed her torn pants and made haste in trying to get out of there.
"Mac!" Phil yelled, grabbing a 10mm pistol and aimed it towards the dark.
The panic seeped into the man's voice. "Mac!" Phil yelled again.
"Phil! Aahh! Help me!"
The slaver felt his stomach drop when he heard his friend scream out in pain.
"Kill me!"
Shuddering, Cait tried to run away.
"Where do you think you're going, bitch!" Phil snapped, pressing the button to her shock collar, Cait's muscles locked in place and fell hard onto the ground. The slaver quickly grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up.
Again, she found herself pulled by the hair and this time Cait found herself being used as a body shield.
He breathed disgustingly against her ear.
He looked and saw nothing. He could only hear his friend screaming in the dark, "kill me!" "Kill me!" He kept screaming in pain.
"Mac!" He kept screaming, arms shaking as he kept looking around trying to figure out where his friend was.
"What're you think you're doing calling him, he's good as dead – ack!" Cait spat angrily but grunted when the man hit the end of his handgun against Cait's head.
"Shut up!" Phil yelled. He pointed in the dark trying to figure out what the hell was happening.
Then it suddenly grew quiet.
The faint cackling from the firewood was the only thing they could hear.
The air was already cold, but Cait felt the air get colder.
"Rrr..."
Out of the dark came the deep grumbling sound of an animal. Feet shuffled and slowing coming out and into the light Cait saw something worse than a Raider.
It was a Mutant Hound.
It was a short but stocky sized beast heavily layered in solid muscle. It had a stubby tail. Small patches of fur covered around its body. The Mutant Hound had small beady eyes and ears. But in the beast's maw Cait felt herself grow pale when she saw a grown man's bloody leg dangling in those butcher knives called teeth.
-Crunch! Squelch!-
Cait shuddered when Hound's jaw snapped tightly on the lower leg, snapping the bone like a twig with one big disturbing crunch.
If there were Mutant Hounds, then that would mean –
"Here take her!" Phil threw Cait forward and quickly made a dash to escape. He hoped the hounds would be distracted long enough for him to make an escape. If a Mutant Hound was seen, then the chances are a Super Mutant was close by too. The 10mm pistol was a weak weapon against a hound. Its hide was too thick for a 10mm round to do anything. Maybe with a few lucky shots, but that was not something he was willing to take a chance with.
Tossed onto the ground, Cait would have made quick work in running away, but the bastard made one more go with the shock collar and shocked her in place.
Cait hit the ground so hard she broke her nose.
Phil was just barely able to leave the campsite until he was tackled down by another Mutant Hound. The four-legged beast roared as it bit onto the man's arm. Dropping his gun meant nothing when he felt those fangs sink into the bone and start tearing at his flesh, the only thing on the slaver's mind was his screams of pain. The second hound made work of his right leg.
Cait was left groggy. She could taste the blood in her mouth and the warm life liquid dripping from her nose.
Cait could see enough that her slaver was caught in the jaws by another hound. She gave a pained laugh. One for the fact both her owners were dead, or at least one will be soon, and the second for the fact that she was going to end up a Mutant Hound's chew toy.
-Tweet!-
A sharp whistle suddenly made the two hounds stop thrashing and let go. Cait heard the burly shaped dogs make a whimpering sound – ignoring the aching wails from the slaver and staring at where the sound came from.
"?"
Though Cait's vision was dizzy, she could still see someone stepping into the light.
A masked man appeared. He wore a hood over the mask, the filter was small, tubular and horizontal below the mask where the mouth would be. There were small tubes coming out of the filter. The mask was metallic with dirty white lenses for eyes. The outfit he wore was dark and grey, pouches covering the chest area and a rifle fastened by a sling over the shoulder.
Cait saw the other slaver being dragged by the masked man and when he threw him forward near the campfire, screaming out in pain, Cait saw the man face beaten and bruise with both his legs gone.
"Stripe. Goliath." His voice was deep and sounded strangely intimidating through the mask. "Sit." He ordered and to Cait's amazement she saw those ferocious beasts sit on their bottom ends.
Next thing Cait knew was the masked man coming to her and kneeling. He grabbed first and made her sit upright. Using a tree trunk to keep her back in place, Cait watched as the masked man undid the straps over his shoulders and pulled off a large backpack. Ruffling through whatever was inside, the Irish girl saw him pull out a First-Aid Kit. The rectangular white container with the words First Aid was a give-away.
"Who are you?" Cait asked. He looked well-armed for a simple Scavver. Cait could see the man have two Combat Knives sheathed in his belt and two guns strapped to his body. The clothing he wore looked like it could take a bullet or two.
He brought out a cloth and pressed it against her nose.
"Shite!" Cait cursed with wide eyes, pain suddenly exploding in her face when the bastard pressed the cloth against her bleeding nose.
"Hold still" the man ordered, "your nose is broken and you're bleeding all over yourself. If you wanna get it fixed, you'll have to let me clean it."
Again, he pressed, and Cait slapped his hand away, which caused the two hounds to growl loudly.
"Sit!" Naruto hissed, causing the two hounds to whimper and back away. It deeply shocked Cait how those fiendish beasts easily whimpered like whiny little curs. Though the pain
"Just who the hell are ya? You come out of nowhere and beat the ever-living shite out of those two and suddenly you expect me to listen to ya?" Cait glared, blood caking much of her mouth and chin.
"Someone who wants to help, or do you just wanna bleed all over the place in pain?" He asked, though Cait could feel the man glaring behind his mask.
Cait only glared.
But weighing in her options Cait knew she did not have the faintest clue as to where she was or how far she was from any settlement or town. Getting knocked down and raped on the daily made things hard to process when all you thought was killing the sick bastards. And right now, it seemed lady luck was lending a hand.
She turned her head, not wanting to give the masked bastard any satisfaction. And taking that as her acceptance he pressed the cloth against her nose. Cait hissed, face scrunching from the pain.
"You need to breathe through your mouth and lean your head forward. It'll keep the blood from going in your throat." He said, setting her to lean forward. "Your nose is broken but it's not that serious. I still need to put it back into place though."
"Great" Cait said dryly. "It's gonna hurt like hell, isn't it."
"Brutally." The man said without hesitation.
Going through his First Aid Kit, the man pulled out a can of Purified Water and a few Stimpaks.
"Ready?" he asked, reaching and placed his gloved hand above the girl's nose.
"No." Cait sneered before he grabbed her nose and with a sick pop put it back into place.
"Son-of-a-bitch!" Cait screamed angrily and painfully.
"Keep yourself leaning forward." He said before jabbing the Stim-Pack into the girl's arm. It wouldn't outright heal her, but the antiseptic would be enough to prevent infection from settling and numb the pain she felt. She would still need a couple weeks before she could fully be active.
Cait was left to sigh, feeling the pain vanish and with the masked man telling her to keep the cloth and use it.
Seeing him move, Cait watched him start ruffling through their belongings. She saw him take out their container full of caps, a few guns like a Pipe Rifle and Pipe Pistol. She heard him grunt at the crudely made weapons but still took them.
Ignoring the masked man for a moment, Cait took sick pleasure when she looked at her owners. One had no legs, still alive and barely breathing and the other just lost a hand and didn't dare move unless he wanted those hulking mutts to start chewing his ass off.
He came back, and this time he had something in his hand. It was the key. A small piece of metal that looked more like a screw.
It finally took a moment for Cait to realize that this masked person dangled what was essentially her freedom. She stared intently at that flimsy piece of metal between his gloved fingers.
She choked. What could she say?
This was the Wasteland where it was take-or-be-taken. Kill or be killed. It only took her thirteen years to realize that.
Small beads of sweat started to drip from her chin. 'Damn it!' Cait cursed in thought.
There had to be a way for her to get the damn key to her shock collar.
She saw him lean forward, steadily wrap his hand around her neck and undid the collar.
He didn't even haggle for her freedom!
To Cait's disbelief she felt the collar around the back of her neck unclip from her flesh and fall with a thud.
Cait balked. She did not understand. Why? Why did he just do that? He was a Scavver, he had to have wanted something.
He stood up in front of her and offered his gloved hand.
"Are you hungry?" He asked.
She was starving. It wasn't like those bastards gave her enough food. Just a bunch of scraps so she wouldn't have enough strength to fight back.
"What' ya want from me?" Cait asked. There had to be something this masked Scavver wanted. Surely, he wouldn't do something without costing something. Feeling less than dirt was a typical feeling, and right now Cait wasn't getting any of that by this masked wanderer. She felt angry. She felt confused. What the hell was going on?
"Someone suddenly shows up with two Mutant Hounds and the person he's saving asks what he wants? How about a thank you." He jeered, which Cait only returned with a glare. Still bloody from her nose being broken, but he did end up having a point. Cait didn't even look at him when she said it.
"Thank you." Cait murmured.
Saying that hurt more than the broken nose.
He took her apology. "You're welcome, now are you hungry?" He asked again.
Cait felt her stomach gnawing itself, giving out a sound that meant yes.
"I'll take that as a yes. Now get up, we're leaving"
"We?" Cait questioned.
"Yes we, unless you think can take your chances out there?" He said, looking out in the dark. There was no full moon out and the night was fierce. Not to mention the cold that followed it.
"Maybe I can" Cait said defiantly.
What the masked man did next surprised her. He brought the Pipe Rifle and tossed it on her lap, spooking her from the heavy contraption made of metal and wood.
"Then go" he egged-on, "but the nearest settlement is two-hundred miles away – a two-day trip on foot. And if the infection doesn't kill you, the animals out there will."
Cait gritted her teeth. She was free, but her options for survival were severely lacking. If he was someone living out here, then that means he knew the area. If he was living out here, then that meant he had a place to rest and eat. A place safe from the creatures of the wasteland.
'Damn it.' Cait cursed and forced herself to get up, though she clung to the Pipe Rifle.
Seeing as she was accepting what he was offering he was about to make his way until –
"W-wait!"
One of those bastards called out, it was the one who got his hand ripped off and raped her moments ago.
The masked man turned his hand and looked at him.
"Let me go, man. I still got a few extra caps on me, take it!" He cried. "Take whatever you want, take the slave girl too, just let me go!"
Still in pain and only fretting over his own life, the weasel didn't even know the collar was off Cait's neck. The man was seriously trying to buy his way out of this. After what he did to her, Cait grit her teeth. Holding onto the rifle even tighter to where her knuckles turned white, Cait would have already started shooting the rifle with everything it had. If it hadn't been for those hounds though, she would have.
Cait did not doubt those hounds would attack her too.
"I saw what you did to her" the masked man pointed out, "and even if I did let you go, you'd just do the same to some other girl wouldn't you?"
Cait could feel the man's anger when he spoke.
"Stripe. Goliath." He called to them, "that one isn't for eating... but this one is" to Cait's own surprise she saw the man grab onto the second one and hurl him outside the campfire's light. Cait saw the man point and shuddered from what he said next.
"Eat." He ordered coldly.
The Mutant Hounds, Stripe and Goliath stood attentively when they saw their master launch the human in the air and when he gave the order, the two snarled and roared before running after the tossed pound of flesh.
"Nghaaa!"
Cait heard him scream, followed by the sounds of ripping and tearing.
Walking passed her, the man brought out one of his knives. It was a Combat Knife modified with a sharp black blade. "Do whatever you want with him but make it fast" he ordered, Cait was going to protest saying she would take as much time as she wanted, but he turned his head back over his shoulder – glaring she assumed and said to her, "Yao guai are common here, the smell of fresh blood will make them think there's food nearby. Make it quick" he ordered before taking his leave. He had no interest in watching.
Cait took a breath.
She glared at her slaver, the one who took his sick kicks whenever he had his way with her.
Cait stalked her way towards him. Her breathing turned ragged, all those times holding in her anger and shame started to make her chest ache like it was on fire. The things he made her do would always plague her.
Deep down the man knew he was going die, and he only glared back. "Don't act like you didn't like every moment of it!" He snapped angrily, holding onto the stump of a hand. He grinned and started laughing at her. "Yeah, you loved every moment of it!"
It had been the first time Cait had ever held a gun. It felt even heavier now at this moment. Gritting her teeth, Cait did the first thing she thought was right. She aimed and shot him...
-Pop!-
In between the legs.
"Ghaa!" The slaver, Phil screamed now clutching his newly blown off testicles.
Cait didn't say a word, only gritting her teeth and this time started kicking the man over, and over, and over until she was huffing and panting, letting everything out.
But it didn't stop. Everything turned red, figuratively and literally.
Cait threw her gun and after kicking him, she got on top of him and started stabbing him.
-Splat! Splat! Splat!-
The knife cut through flesh, hitting wherever Cait stabbed the man at. Blood splashed against her face. Soaked her hands. Made her grip less and less against the handle before...
"Rahh!" Cait screamed, letting out everything she bottled up inside.
He was already dead after the first few stabs, but Cait kept on stabbing until everything was let out of her.
Her parents sold her to slavers. Her slavers raped her. She had nothing in this hell called life.
To her shame, Cait felt her eyes water, growing warm and wet. She hated herself.
What seemed like forever, Cait stopped and looked at her newly blood-soaked hands. They shook. All the strength she had just seemed to vanish now.
When she rose off the dead man, Cait saw the masked man back with his two hounds at his side. He just watched her. Had he been watching the entire time? Cait honestly didn't care anymore. The rifle was in his hand. The knife in hers.
"Here." Cait muttered weakly, handing it back. She was tired now.
He took it back.
"Come on, my place isn't that far." He spoke much softer now. Turning around he walked away, and she followed him without complaint.
They headed into the dark of night in silence, and that was all Cait wanted.
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Guys I'm going to be honest, even I wasn't sure how this chapter would turn out, especially considering Cait's story in Fallout 4. This might be one of the darkest chapters I have ever written in my life. And like the chapter everything changes, and things have certainly changed. Cait still went through hell but now she has a chance at something else.
And just to clarify, this is Cait's perspective seeing as how she does not know Naruto's name. I also wanted to add in that the outfit Naruto wore was the Assault Mask combined with the Brotherhood of Steel Fatigues - the base version not the Field Scribe version. And instead of the hood being green it is black.
Please do not think too heavily on this chapter because I may not be entirely focused on this particular crossover. Maybe with a substantial number of reviews I will consider the thought of continuing. And if I do get the chance to make another chapter, the story will follow the Concept Art and the Live Action teaser of Fallout 4.
I will also be making more stories for the future.
A Naruto and Justice League.
A Naruto and Walking Dead (Telltale version and possibly TV version)
Please review and tell me what you think. NO FLAMES!