*This chapter is a lot of rough smut, I hope I portrayed what went on in my mind well enough.
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Vivian came to with a start, everything around her dark. She instantly tried to sit up but found her arms bound above her head and half a second later she realized she was naked. Panic set in as she tried to pull at the metal around her wrists, jumping with gasp when the Elder's deep voice rang out, low and ominous. "Don't bother."
She froze and looked, making out a figure sitting a few feet away, drinking from a bottle. She wasn't daft; there was only one thing the Elder could want with her like this and it made her heart start pounding for more than one reason.
Sure, she had found herself taken by the Elder when she had met him, he was a few years younger than she was supposed to be, but he held himself with a certain confidence that was very masculine and full of that 'alpha male' testosterone, almost like Nate had. He was definitely a military man, and while she might have disagreed with some of his views, she could respect and admire how he led his men.
And she might have been caught looking too long at the clear muscle under the Elder's coat, or how different his dark blue eyes were to hers. It didn't help that she loved a man with a beard and, despite his age, he had a deep voice that she found a little erotic at times.
But Vivian was smarter than to try and flirt with a man that led either one of the biggest threats or greatest allies in the Wasteland. Not when the Minutemen and Railroad were counting on her to keep their dozens of settlements and outposts safe. And her son… She didn't want to make unnecessary risks that could cost her the lives of good men and women.
And she already had a complex about letting herself go all the way with any one. Sure, Vivian had fooled around to some extent with a few of her companions but she could never get over the feeling that she was betraying Nate. She had just assumed her body and mind would let her know when she was ready to move on and she hoped she would have someone she could rely on and trust by then.
Of course Maxson planned on taking that from her.
She heard him clank his drink down, making her jump. "You've committed treason, Paladin. That's punishable by death."
As her heart began thudding harder, Vivian spat into the dark, "I'm trying to save your men! Listen to reason Elder-"
"Listen to the words of a traitor?" Maxson scoffed as he stood and stepped closer, glaring down at her bound form. He had been sitting in the dark drinking for a decent amount of time and the slur was clear in his voice. "You're trying to help the very thing I set out to destroy! After I put so much into you…." He lifted his hand, trailing calloused fingers across her abdomen, slowly moving up between her breasts to grasp at the base of her neck. "My time will not be wasted."
Vivian's breath hitched and she tried to twist away, pale eyes trying to find his gaze. "Dammit, Maxson, you don't want to do this!"
He had scoffed a laugh. "Like you are in any position to order me around. You're not general in here." The Elder had released Vivian's throat, sliding the hand down to cup her left breast. He chuckled darkly when he felt her jump. "Now, you're going to be a good girl for me, a perfect little pet. If not, I turn you over as the traitor you are and then your best hope is a bullet to the brain." He slid his other hand down to her mound, a gasp that sounded more like a whimper escaping his captive's lips as he slowly started teasing her clit.
Her voice was shaky, but Vivian bit back and kicked, "You brand me as a traitor when you haven't even listened to me? I'm trying to save your men. You do this and I can't promise peace." She desperately was trying to avoid his heated touch but knew how hopeless it was. The moment she shifted close to the wall he had a death grip on her thigh and her body was right back to the edge of the bed. "God damn you, Elder!"
With an agitated snarl, Maxson lifted himself on the bed, his clothes already taken care of, and straddled Vivian before she could try and twist away again. "You're words mean nothing to me. You are mine now to use as I please, treacherous dog!"
Vivian tried to arch her body and kick him off but he was built like an ox and no amount of exercise would change the fact that she was naturally petite. "I belong to no one, God damn you!" He was already rock hard and pressed tight against her groin, which only made her panic and struggle even more.
Arthur let out another rumble before he had his fingers wrapped around her throat again. "If you don't want to be mine then I can give you to the mercy of my men to be used until your body breaks apart over time. Then I'll throw your defiled carcass over the ship for everyone down below to see." He let go, letting his captive breathe again.
She was stupefied into silence. Vivian didn't know what to think, she didn't know how to get out of this- didn't think she could. She was startled out her silence when Maxson shifted, moving so his legs were on either side of her shoulders. She tried to think of something to say to deter him but for once, her mind drew a blank.
"You bite me and I swear it's the last thing you'll ever do. Fight me and I'll rip a new goddamn hole through your throat." Maxson snarled, grabbing a fist full of Vivian's hair.
"I won't forgive you for this." Vivian shook her head, wanting to fight back but her mind had already accepted the cold truth of what was to come. The irony is that she had fantasized about various wild encounters between them, had wanted to be the one to please this supposed untouchable Elder, but Vivian never wanted it like this. In those few seconds, she wanted to think she had a choice, suffocate and choke or try to get it over with? She decided to make it easier on herself.
When she felt the tip of Maxson's head brush against her lips, she complied, realizing a little late that he was bigger than the average man. She inhaled as he pushed in, using the tip of her tongue to slide across the thick vein on the underside of his shaft before flattening it against his cock. The pleasurable hiss from Maxson was almost satisfying to her, almost urging her on. Before he even began to move, Vivian had starting to slowly bob her head, hating herself for how his raspy moan made her body flush.
"Turn's out you can listen, you fucking slut." Before she could pull back to bite back a response, Arthur had both hands in her hair are started forcing himself down her throat. Without the use of her hands, she was trapped, gagging as she tried to find some semblance of a rhythm. She could barely find a second to pull in a breath in his frenzied assault. "That's right, you little whore," he tossed his head back with a groan, getting lost in the feeling as he used her head like a toy.
Vivian was desperate for air, doing everything she could to try and pull back to breathe. He felt thicker than most pf her previous encounters , which made it more difficult to keep up with him. When it was almost too much for her to bear, Maxson jerked out, a slick pop filling a moment of silence as he glowered down, the tip of his cock just barely touching her puffy lips.
She hoped he could see well enough to see the animosity in her eyes, but she was greedily taking the moment to fill her lungs with air to say anything.
Arthur laughed at her, cold and taunting, before he grabbed her hair again and forced her lips apart. It almost seemed like all Vivian could do was hold her mouth open and take the brutality, involuntary noises escaping around his cock, each stroke sliding his manhood down her throat. She could feel her own spit sliding down her chin as his pace picked up and his fingers bit harder into her skull.
He was getting close, Vivian could feel it in the way he throbbed against her tongue, heard it in the low, gruff and breathless moans. She hated herself for getting aroused at the little things, even after all of this. It felt like her body was betraying her.
But still, Vivian used her tongue to stroke Maxson, feeling the thick vein on the underside of his shaft throb as his muscles tightened up. With a quick motion, he had himself buried down her throat, not giving her any other option but to swallow his cum.
When he finally pulled away from her, Vivian choked for air, gasping and sputtering as she tried to gather her bearings. Maxson had slid down, back to straddling her below the hips, his expression unreadable in the dark. She could feel his hands trailing down from her neck, running slowly over her breasts and the curve of her waist. "Maxson, please," she had to clear her throat. "Don't do this."
He scoffed, sliding the pads of his thumb over her clit, a smug chuckle when he felt her jump. "You had the mercy of my patience when you were loyal. You get nothing now. Not when you throw away everything I have done for you!" His words ended with a snarl, fingers dipping into her heated core.
Vivian gasped, instinctively arching her hips. "Don't…" she whispered, pulling at the cuffs.
The smirk was clear in his tone as Arthur taunted Vivian. "You're all but dripping, you damn whore. You're pathetic." He pushed his fingers in deeper before sliding out, using her own moisture as lubricant as he teased with her sensitive nub.
Vivian found herself squirming in his grasp, gasping as his touch became rougher. "Damn you, stop!" she tried sounding harsh but her words came out breathy and weak. She was pathetic.
"I've waited too long for this…" he muttered, grabbing her hip with one hand and using the other to stroke himself as he rubbed his dick along her juices. His breath was getting more erratic, fingernails digging into her flesh. "I've bent over backwards for you, made sure you had access to the best of the best, threatened my position to keep your filthy synth alive. I deserve this," he pushed apart her legs, moving them over his shoulders and positioned himself at her entrance, done with fooling around. With a single, hard thrust, he filled Vivian "You deserve this!" he nearly roared.
She arched, a whimper-like cry as he pushed against her cervix. It had been so long since she had been stretched like this and it hurt. But Maxson was keeping her pinned down with his larger body, leaning across her to bury his face in her neck.
But it was only a few seconds before Arthur began moving, making sure he hit deep with every stroke. It had been a long while since he had taken a woman to bed and he had been fantasizing about fucking this particular woman ever since he had met her. He picked up the pace, needing more, wanting Vivian screaming beneath him.
Arthur dragged his teeth across her shoulder and along her collar bone before getting down to the swell of her breasts. He wanted his marks all over her body, a stamp for everyone else to see. "You're mine," he growled in her ear before leaning back, moving like a piston as he arched her hips with one hand and used the other to rub against Vivian's clit.
She gasped sharply, the sensation unwarranted but pleasurable, much to her chagrin. He use a rhythm that kept her on edge, that had her panting, whimpering and moaning as she cursed him in her mind. It wasn't fair, he was getting her off and it was wrong, so, so wrong. "I fucking hate you," she hissed between her teeth, getting too close to losing herself.
"You're going to come for me, little pet. When you do you better scream my name," his words were practically a growl.
Vivian was mortified with herself for how he affected her, getting her hotter and closer to bursting. "You can- fuck… o-off!" she all but moaned in between each thrust, her body arching into his.
"Don't lie, you fucking whore, you love this." He got more aggressive with his hand, tearing a ragged cry from the Paladin. "Scream my name or I'll stop this and go back to fucking you like the toy you are."
Vivian couldn't think, couldn't focus. She could barely register that the noises filling the room were from her, the way Maxson was moving against her with his hand had gotten to the point of overwhelming. "Ah! I wo- ahhh!" She wanted to resist so badly but it was futile. Her body took over, grinding against Maxson's hand as she yanked on the handcuffs.
"Scream for me," he ordered, driving harder. "Scream!"
She lost herself for a moment, arching into the body still moving harshly against her, her head thrown back into the bed the Elder's name tore from her lips in a blinding orgasm. "Ar-thur!" She was writhing under his assault, his name chanted as breathless whimpers amongst nearly incoherent words. She was riding the sensations out, moving with Maxson until fatigue set in. She felt him pull back, an achy emptiness filling her as he slid out.
"Good girl," he murmured full of taunting approval at her limp form. Her vigorous reaction was a surprise but the Elder was far from done. He pushed both of her legs to his right side, twisting her hips so she was bent sideways on the bed. Gripping her exposed hip, he pushed himself inside of Vivian without warning, the long, low moan breaking free from his captive was tantalizing. Arthur wasted no time before he started fucking her again, the angle making it easier for him to hit her deeper and harder.
Vivian laid there, unable to anything but take the beating. Her cries were on every thrust, a mix of euphoria and anguish. She was beyond humiliated at this point but there was no real point in fighting him. He had already won, it seemed. But acceptance didn't stop how the pain blended too much into pleasure. No, nothing could stop the self loathing Vivian had at her lewd response.
Maxson had his fingers imbedded in her side, pulling her into his every move, his pace brutal. "That's a good little whore," he spat venomously, tearing into her faster. "Take it. Take it like the bitch you are." With a final thrust, he buried himself inside of Vivian, cock throbbing as he spilled wave after wave of his seed.
He dropped down beside her panting, body half covering hers. Her hands were still locked above her head, her small frame flushed against his. She was breathing hard, breaths sounding like quiet sobs.
"Good little pet," Arthur murmured against her neck as he started grinding slowly against Vivian. He cupped a breast, grinning in the dark as he felt her shiver. "I'll keep you yet,"
"You can't keep me here forever." She whispered hollowed words, trying to adjust her arms.
He chuckled low, "Like you'll be able to run from me with my child in your belly."
Maxson's words slapped reality at her and she started thrashing. "No! I won't let you! Fucking sick bastard!"
Arthur struggled with her for only a second before using his brute strength to keep her down, flipping lithe body over and mounting her ass.
"Get off of me!" she hissed, unable to move much under his weight.
"This is how easy it is to fuck you." He positioned himself at her entrance again, slick and dripping already, and shoved in hard. He pounded her into like a rabid dog, fingers leaving bruises as they held onto her hips. "This is how fucking easy it is to turn you into my personal cum dumpster." He spat in her ear.
Vivian was crying out, sobbing screams as he drove in, every stroke buried balls deep. She was pleading with him to stop but her words were jumbled and broken.
"This is what you get for fighting me," Arthur growled, slapping Vivian's ass as he continued fucking her heartlessly. "This is what you get for betraying the Brotherhood!" He brought his hand down again, the smack louder than her cry of pain. "For betraying me!" he snarled, another loud crack filling the room as drove into her in a frenzy.
Maxson leaned into her, biting into his captive's neck and shoulders leaving more red marks along her paler skin. "Sing for me, Paladin. You fucking little slut," he kept murmuring filthy things to her, degrading her as he claimed her.
It went on too long for Vivian, her body burning in agony by the time he was close. She was helplessly screaming during the assault, his movements getting harder as he neared another climax. When he filled her, Arthur bit into her shoulder cursing, falling all but limp onto her as he finished.
"You." He paused, panting. "Aren't going anywhere." Sliding to the side of Vivian, Arthur rested his arms behind his head casually.
As his breathing evened, Vivian got frustrated and started pulling at the handcuffs; she felt filthy and her arm were already sore, like the rest of her body.
"If you know what's good for you, you'd stop." The Elder warned.
"Everything hurts, Maxson." She retorted with a sigh. "Can't you just-"
"I don't care." Arthur replied coolly. "If you were smart you'd get rest while I allow you to."
Vivian inhaled sharply, wanting to fire back but sighing when she saw no point. Her insides ached, the way she was positioned just made it more uncomfortable and painful. She really didn't want to get him started again. He was right and she loathed him all the more for it. "I hate you." She whispered.
Maxson ignored her, seeming to fall asleep effortlessly.
Angry tears began to build up in the corner of Vivian's eyes as she shifted to find the best way to try and sleep in the cuffs. In all of her fantasies, none ever left her this battered and dejected. She felt like she scorned the memory of Nate with her submission to the Elder, it didn't matter that he forced it upon her, she could have done more to resist. She didn't need to scream his name like that. Vivian felt like a whore.
But she was infuriated with Arthur Maxson as much as she was disappointed and ashamed with herself. She should let her son and the Railroad blow them up, watch everything he built up burn. But she couldn't do that to the innocent men, women and children that were devoted to actually seeing a better future. She wasn't heartless.
Vivian knew that when, not if, she got away, she would still try to protect the Brotherhood as best as she could and that tore her apart inside.