Summary:
Most have heard of Vault 69, containing 1 man and 999 women.
Little however is known about Vault 68, containing 1 woman and 999 men.
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In which a young woman experiences a typical day as the designated cumdump of Vault 68.
Lena Lowe
Female
20
Potential subject shows ideal traits for vault.
Unmarried, single, childless and of fertile age. Of course, such traits are not rare, however Miss Lowe has expressed characteristics which may be useful during her time at the vault. Alongside an appealing appearance and figure, she is sympathetic, caring, and responsible – as can be deferred from her role as a primary caretaker in her household. It would be intriguing to observe how she would interpret and follow herdutiesin the vault, if given the chance.
Miss Lowe has expressed a want for a large family, although there is no note of a previous relationship nor any 'short term' partners. It has been argued that she may be too naïve for this experiment, however I would rather describe this as a positive, making her more malleable to suggestions, as she would have no experience in the matter.
I will push for Lena Lowe to be considered the primary subject for Vault 68 in the next meeting.
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Shane has recommended Claudia Banks as the subject. I would highly discourage anyone of sane mind from regarding any suggestions from Shane with credibility.
Mrs Banks is not only married, works for vault tec, but also already has a child of her own. Yes, this does make her more prepared to carry out potential duties, however it also means she will be less likely to want to enter the vault without her child or be willing to carry outdutieswith anyone other than her husband. And unlike Shane and a few other unnamed individuals, I believe the subjects time in the vault should not be a largely negative and unwilling experience.
Shane knows Mrs Banks personally, making his opinion not only biased but clearly driven by poorly hidden self-interest in Mrs Banks.
May I also call into question whether Shane should be on this team at all, his unprofessional behaviour and biases mentioned above should cast doubt on his part in this experiment.
Please consider what was said in yesterday's meeting as well.
- Howard
Lena Lowe has been chosen as the primary subject for Vault 68.
I realise this has been a long and difficult choice to make for some of us, but I am sure we all can see that Miss Lowe has shown great potential per her observed behaviour and that she will be a great choice for the vault, even if other candidates have shown potential also.
Please find attached the subject's information profile (please note that our team uses a different format to other vault-tec operatives, so it may not run through the system smoothly if you're using the vault tec word processor).
NAME: LENA LOWE
GENDER: FEMALE
AGE: 20
HEIGHT: 5'5
WEIGHT: 122 lbs
EYES: BLUE
HAIR: BLONDE
SKIN: PALE
OCCUPATION: CARETAKER – CARES FOR HER SIBLINGS WHILE FAMILY WORKS, NO OFFICAL EMPLOYMENT
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: SINGLE, NEVER MARRIED
APPEARANCE: ATTRACTIVE FEATURES, SLIM BODY, FULL BREASTS AND HIPS
FERTILITY: HIGH PROBABILITY
NO.CHILDREN: 0
PSYCHOLOGICAL CONDITION: POSITIVE, NO SIGN OF ILLNESS OR TRAUMA
PHYSICAL CONDITION: HEALTHY, NO PREVIOUS MAJOR HEALTH ISSUES
NOTES: SUBMISSIVE PERSONALITY, UNLIKELY TO RESIST
Lena heaved, hands on her knees and tears streaming down her face. Quick draws of breath moving her chest rapidly.
She couldn't believe it, her whole life gone just like that. Her siblings all dead, her friends and everyone she knew, all dead.
Her lips quivered as she held back a sob. She remembered all those people she ran past to get into the vault, people just like her, unlucky to not have been randomly selected like she had been. She had fought tooth and nail to get her siblings in with her with vault-tec, all to no avail.
Randomly selected they said. There's nothing they could do they said.
Out of everyone she had known, only her had been selected.
Oh how lucky she felt to have been given the chance to spend the rest of her young adult life lonely, in a underground facility.
Lena sighed and wiped the tears from her face. Everyone in the vault was like her, alone and grieving. She should at least take the chance to orient herself in her new home before crying her heart out.
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It was strange. She had spent 3 days in the vault without meeting another woman. Lena was not someone who felt unsafe with men or anything, but there was a certain comfort in bonding with fellow women, a mutual understanding one could say, that could not be achieved with a man.
It wasn't such a big deal that she would bring it up to any vault staff, but other residents have commented on the lack of women.
I'm sure there's some girls I haven't met yet,Lena thought,the vault does house one thousand people after all.
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On the fifth day came her turn for a physical, a check up to make sure there was no radiation or any other illnesses that weren't spotted when she was screened upon entry into the vault.
Lena should have noticed the signs at this point, but she was an optimist at heart, a person who gave the benefit of the doubt and held hope no matter what. So, when the vault tec doctor refused to assign her a female colleague, Lena didn't complain or question him, she smiled and nodded her head, grateful to be in the vault at all.
It started like a normal check-up would, questions about her health and current state, any feelings of pain and what not. When she was asked if she was sexually active Lena didn't bat an eye. It was a common question after all, though she couldn't see the point of it being asked here, she wouldn't question a man who clearly knew better than her.
"No."
"Have you ever been sexually active?"
Lena's eyebrows shot up. Was this a normal question to ask a patient?
"Uhm, no."
"Wow, a pretty girl like you and no one's had the pleasure to…?"
She rubbed her hands over her arms in discomfort, "Haha, yeah." She said awkwardly.
The doctors eyes were running along her body shamelessly, hovering over her large breasts, which were only emphasised by her tight vault suit.
"Um, are we done here?"
He looked up from his ogling, smiling at her.
"I need to check for injuries first."
Panic rose in her, the feeling of something wrong stirring a feeling of dread in her. He hasn't done anything more than stare at her, but she felt unsafe, the locked vault door and lack of cameras in the room creeping on her mind.
"I don't feel up for a check up right now, do you mind if I step out and take a breather?"
"Oh sweet thing, that wont do. I have other patients to see soon. Don't worry, I'll be quick."
He stepped towards her, and she froze. His fingers latched on to the little zipper running down her suit.
"Sorry! Could I please keep it on?" She blurted out, her hands stopping his larger ones from pulling the zip down. He looked at her long and hard. The silence was eerie, his face was blank and expressionless for a few seconds, until he smiled a wide grin.
"Of course you can Miss, I can work round some clothes."
Lena knew she shouldn't feel safe yet, but she did let out a little sigh of relief, which was stolen from her when instead of moving his hands away the doctor caressed her arms.
"Um!"
He silenced her with a stare, silently telling her to be quiet. She was unwilling to test his patience so she had no option other than endure whatever he was going to do, hoping that his next patient would interrupt very soon.
He ran his hands up her arms, moving behind her to feel her back too, slowly, painfully so, he stroked his hands on her hips from behind, moving up and up past her stomach until he was grasping her chest. He pressed his body flush against hers and squeezed her breasts, laying his face at her neck.
She could feel him grow hard against her, biting her lip when one of his hands wandered down past her stomach onto her clothed pussy. He didn't do anything other than hold her, squeeze and caress occasionally. She didn't move, didn't say anything or react in any way, letting the man molest her till he was satisfied.
He grinded subtly against her ass, moaning a little in her ear.
She sucked in a breath when she heard a voice from behind the vault door.
"Hello? Dr. Clove?"
Lena felt the doctor pause before responding.
"Yes, come in."
Lena's mouth fell open in shock,what the fuck?Her startled blue eyes watched as a man wearing a Vault tec security suit walked in. He looked younger than the older man latched onto her but not much more so, whereas the doctor was going grey, this man simply had a few grey hairs. Maybe in his early 40s. She met his eyes in a panic, making sure to convey her fear and helplessness. Though she was sure he could fully see the doctor with his hand over breast and pussy, still groping her as he walked in.
"How have the check-ups been so far doc? Any problems?"
"No, everyone was healthy and," he squeezed her with more force than before, "well behaved." She let out a quiet surprised sound at the touch.
Lena couldn't believe her eyes. Here she was being sexually assaulted and these two men were having a normal conversation while it happened! Was she going crazy? If this guy was a security guard and didn't care about her then would she have to go to the overseer himself? Would these two men prevent her from doing so, or blackmail her or something? They didn't seem to care a slight tad about her presence, other than the doctors occasional squeezing.
"Uh, i- is, is my check up over?" She asked nervously, facing forwards and straight ahead at the guard while the doctor behind her ear answered.
"Oh yes dear, you seem perfectly healthy. Beautiful body, childbearing hips and perfect breasts for a mother."
Her skin crawled with unease, she swallowed the spit in her throat, her mouth dry.
"Thank you. I'll be going now."
She scurried out of the room and straight to the overseer's office.
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"Hey asshole! Its my turn with the bitch, check the fucking schedule."
"Yeah, yeah, whatever."
Lena was looking down at her feet, a grimace on her face when she was pulled towards the other man. He grabbed her arm and pulled her close to him, pressing her body against him. Her plump breasts pushed against his chest, his hand slid down to her ass and his face came down towards her hair. He inhaled deeply, squeezing her and letting out a moan.
She didn't know the man groping her. Didn't know his name, nor anything about him. Hell, she hasn't even looked at his face yet. All she knew was that he was hard against her, and it was her obligation to please him, whether she wanted to or not.
Some men had created a schedule for her, a queue of sorts. It was unofficial, an informal arrangement to ensure enough men get their turn with her. It wasn't enforced by the overseer or the guards, but it was an unspoken rule most understood.
The hot breath on her face belonged to one of those men.
"Look at me." He commanded. She obliged, meeting his gaze slowly.
Of the men who have fucked her so far, he didn't look the worst. He was taller than her, like most, with brown hair and hazel eyes, a stubble growing on faded tan skin. He wasn't a man she would have ever slept with of her own volition, but she didn't think she could sleep with any man willingly again anyway.
He took her hand in his own and unzipped his vault suit with the other, reaching her hand along the happy trail running down his stomach.
He let out a sigh when her fingers grazed his cock, her eyes still on him.
"Yeah, just like that."
Her soft fingers wrapped around him and slowly pumped. His eyes closed briefly as he enjoyed the moment. Without the slick of lube Lena smeared traces of his pre cum to slide her hand up and down easier.
A voice shouted out and his eyes flied open, a scowl forming on his face. She kept her hand on him, unsure of what to do with herself.
"OI TREVOR! You know the rules!"
"Fuck off man, can a guy not enjoy himself for a moment? I'm gonna cum in her one way or another anyway." Trevor shouted back, "Fucks sake'." he murmured under his breath.
Lena wanted to cry but spared herself the effort, she had been doing this for 2 weeks now and knew it was futile. None of these men had any sympathy for her and none of them would care if she cried or asked them to stop, hell, many of them enjoyed it more that way.
The only time she had felt remotely safe was in the first few weeks of being in vault 68, while people were still depressed about the bomb. It wasn't long until they found out she was the only woman there with them, and that 999 men had a lot of needs.
The blonde had discovered that acting stoic and unbothered helped her a bit. It made it seem more clinical, more of a task she had to preform rather than something being done to her against her will. It didn't help much.
"Alright baby, get on your knees."
Trevor guided her down to the floor, stroking his still hard cock half-heartedly.
She braced herself for the task ahead and licked her lips unintentionally. He noticed and laughed at her, her cheeks staining red.
"Ha! Beginning to enjoy it are ya? Knew a good little slut like you would come around."
He motioned her towards his dick, grabbing a fistful of her hair but not pulling – as a warning she presumed, shivering.
Her tongue found his tip and she swivelled around it, licking his head before opening her mouth fully.
The faster I make him cum the faster this will be over with.She repeated over in her head, an unfortunately regular mantra.
Lena has found that men were selfish creatures. If one sees another having too much fun, he will intervene, sparing her from 'service' out of envy and greed. So long as she had an audience, or someone saw him cum, she wouldn't have to stay with him for long.
Lena put him further down her throat, gagging slightly. She pumped him with her hand and her mouth, putting in the work towards his heavy breathing and dirty slings of praise.
Suddenly she felt her head being forcibly pulled back, her mouth making a wetpopsound when it left his long cock.
"Ahhh, hahh," He sighed, composing himself.
"Let's not get too ahead yeah?" He breathed. "I know ya want to show off your cock sucking skills an' all, but I'm gonna get the full experience if ya get me." A slimy smile formed on his face. Lena found herself frowning, her hopes of getting out of 'the full experience', as he put it, now being crushed.
"Aww, sweetheart, why the long face? I'm gonna treat ya nice and good."
He laughed at her again when her frown didn't disappear, but at least he didn't berate her to look happy like some of the previous men had done.
Lena wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, cleaning her face from her saliva. She waited for him to grab her, or tell her what to do, with her eyes cast towards the floor.
But he didn't say anything, and against her good senses she looked up at him.
"Tell ya what," he said, pulling her up to her feet, "how about you choose the position. I feel like it'd be rude of me to do everything I want, I'm a gentleman yeah?"
Goosebumps rose on her skin at his suggestion, she looked at him to check if he was serious, and he was. Her head was empty, she couldn't treat this like a clinical task if he was making her choose; wouldn't that mean she was in some way doing this to herself? Picking a preference for her rape? She felt tears well up in her eyes, choosing not to speak.
He clicked his tongue.
"Ok bitch, this is how its gonna go. You tell me if ya want to sit on my dick, go doggy style on my dick, or go missionary on my dick. And if ya don't feel like choosin' im just gonna fuck you in the ass, how about that?"
Fear rose up her throat, her eyes going wide at the thought of losing her anal virginity. The vault had decided that her purpose was to please them, and of course to produce as many children as possible. There were rules in place to ensure this, such as anyone who was using her having to cum inside her, and only inside of her. She could please them with her mouth or hands, but her duties 'on paper' so to speak, were to ensure she got pregnant. The overseer gave up trying to keep a track record of who was using her when and where, instead introducing the policy of free use.
Anyone could use her, once a day, anywhere, between the times 10AM-10PM.
Any damage to her would warrant punishment and a ban from using her temporarily. One of the only times she had been listened to was when she heavily insisted on anal being banned. She had argued that it would be too much for her to handle and would inflict needless pain and suffering when they were already using her all day.
To her surprise, the overseer had agreed, though she wasn't sure for how long this rule would stay in place, considering all other forms of rules that restricted men's access from her had all been abandoned thus far.
Security cams ensured men adhered to such rules, and whenever they did try to break a rule, security would take care of them quickly. She was the favourite subject for the security guards to watch on the cams, after all.
"How long do ya think I can fuck your arse before the guards get to me, huh?"
Lena quickly waved her hands and pleaded, "No, no, I'll choose. Please."
She knew it was stupid to think she could go without her ass being used forever, but she would hold on to any amount of autonomy she could.
He waited for her to speak, giving her a second to think about her range of options.
She tried to think quickly, ruling out cowgirl style, as she would have to do most of the work whilst both looking at him and bouncing on him (which she had only done once before, and she remembered it as one of the most embarrassing positions she had been put through). She considered choosing missionary but ruled that out too as it felt too intimate, like making a mockery of what love making was meant to be. Her mind settled on doggy style; she wouldn't have to look at him, she could close her eyes, she could imagine something else, anything. It was the best option, and the one position she has preferred during her time in the vault.
"U-Um, the second one." She murmured, averting her eyes.
"What's that bitch? You're gonna have ta' specify.Nicely."
"Doggy,please."
"Ahaha, you're somethin' alright!Doggy please," he mocked her, shame heating her face. "Well since ya asked so nicely."
They were in a hallway and Lena wasn't sure where she was meant to bend over, having only done this on beds and desks before. She didn't have to wait long before he instructed her to get down on the floor.
"Well watcha' waitin' for? I've been so nice giving ya options to choose from, ya better show some gratefulness yeah?"
"Thank you," Lena brought her hand to the zipper of her vault suit, sliding it down. She was surprised they haven't given her a different set of clothes, or no clothes to wear, considering they wanted easier access to her. The vault suit was skin-tight, hugging her body and showing of her soft curves, there likely wasn't a better alterative to it, and she wasn't about to voice her surprise to anyone either. She appreciated having some sort of privacy, the suit was clingy, but it covered her entire body.
She unzipped herself fast, sliding the suit down past her breasts, which were now exposed to the cool air. Lena thought the man in front of her would say something, or touch her, but he stayed still, watching her like a vulture.
So she continued until the material sunk down below her knees, at which point she got on her hands and knees, her ass arched upwards, naked and positioned towards him. She closed her eyes shut, anticipating his touch and trying to shift her mind to something else.
"Ya look perfect on the floor. A bitch like you should know where she belongs," She heard him shuffle behind her, "Face down, ass up." He pulled her arm from under her, her face hit the floor and she let out a gasp of pain. Before she could process the it, he rammed his cock into her pussy. She shrieked at the sudden feeling; the sound muffled by the cold steel floor her face laid on.
His pace was fast, violent and relentless. She propped her arm below her face to cushion the impact from his thrusting, which grated her cheek against the floor each time. His hands found her hips and stayed there, pulling and pushing her to increase his momentum. She grit her teeth when he occasionally freed his hand from her to smack her ass. The sound of his cock ramming into her again and again, his balls smacking against her and their thighs meeting with each thrust sickened her. As much as she would love to think of something else, the man was relentless and she felt wholly consumed, her mind filled with the loud echoing smacking sound of their bodies, the feeling of him stretching her insides out and the heat building in her belly.
His grunts suggested he was close, Lena clenched her fists, unable to focus on anything other than the dick that was about fill her full of cum. She let out a moan, her toes curling.
"Oh God.." she moaned, unable to help herself.
"Say my name," he exasperated, his words strained by the effort of his rapid thrusting, "Tell me what ya want."
Lena felt drool dribble past her lips, her mouth gaping open, and eyebrows furrowed; she tried to remember what the other man had called him.
"Trevor.." she sighed absent minded, "Trevor, Trevor, please..!"
His thrusting quickened to an erratic pace, his fingers gripping her hips so tight they were sure to bruise.
"Please cum in me!"
Lena couldn't stand the feeling of being stuffed, his dick was so full in her, each time hitting a spot that burned coils in her stomach, she never felt more ashamed than when she came on his dick, forced to ride out the entire orgasm as he carried on fucking her from behind, only a few moments behind her in his own. The hot cum she felt filling her pussy, spilling past her lips and down her thigh when he pulled out was almost enough to spiral her down again, instead her hips fell with the lack of his support. Her flushed body laid there on the cold floor, cum pooling down her legs.
Without his dick to fill her thoughts and body Lena was forced to think about what just happened. The shame burning her ears and springing tears to her eyes.
Oh God what the fuck was wrong with her.
"Ya did good baby," Lena could hear his zipper closing. "I knew you were a good little milking whore the second you looked me in the eye when you were sucking my cock."
Trevor crouched down to her level, her body still naked on the ground. He stroked her face with his hand tenderly, his finger stopping at her lips to wipe the drool in the corner.
"Now thank me for being so nice and cummin' in ya."
"Thank you for cumming in me."
He patted her cheek, his tone demeaning.
"Atta' girl."