After the Great War, way too much technology was lost.
Nowadays, in 2281, high-tech was very valuable, be it Radway, a water cleanser, or even a working energy gun. Sure enough, big organizations had their own institutes and organizations that were studying and recovering all the tech that they could find, but even in those cases, old-world tech is hard to come by and harder to maintain.
A well-maintained energy weapon is a symbol of power and wealth. A functional power armor was only at the hands of a powerful organization or the symbol of whose the bigger bastard in the Wasteland.
Perfectly camouflaged under a stealth field, a newcomer to the Mojave Wasteland was observing their next victims through the HUD of his power armor helmet. The IA of the suit, originally developed to support the wearer of an American version of the Chinese Stealth suit of the Crimson Dragons, was happily providing all the info that she could about the objectives of the night.
The power armor IA was very helpful, although, the actual owner of the suit felt that giving it such freedom of voice was annoying at the times. But chatting with someone, even if it was his own suit and his new companion, an Eyebot that was accumulating dust and rust in Primm's Mojave Express office.
The Eyebot, with a bit plaque that read ED-E, was polished, repaired, and renamed in ten minutes flat by his actual owner and both were quite happy with the results. Eddy was a fierce, loyal, and incredibly useful companion. Actually, giving that his actual owner was capable of understanding and even communicating in Binary, Eddy can even have conversations with him, it was a dream come true for the floating Eye-bot.
Tonight's prey was particularly interesting.
In 2280, a new band of raiders started to make waves in the Mojave Wasteland. They called themselves the Tech Raiders and were basically the Brotherhood of Steel with the mentality of the Fiends.
Bad news for everyone.
In less than a month they were already more feared than the plague, as they had high tech weapons and attacked everyone without distinction if they even sniffed something resembling tech more advanced than a radio. Or directly were in a psychotic spree from the mentat drug that they consume as if it was candy.
All factions on the Mojave hated them with a passion and all of them put juicy bounties on the heads of the Tech Raiders. The problem was the Tech Raiders are very liberal on the usage of energy weapons, high tech explosives, and even looted power armor that no one had the slightest idea on where the hell did they found such a treasure trove.
After a quick scout of Eddy, safe under a Stealth field installed on him two days after he was reactivated, Vera, the suit's AI, calculated that half a dozen Tech Raiders were squatting an abandoned house, three kilometers to the Northeast of the Mojave NCR outpost.
Six raiders, all with energy weapons and one, possibly the leader of this particular bunch, with a crappy T45d power armor covered in bones and fresh pieces of gore from their last victim, a poor caravan with bad luck.
Around fifty caps for each of the five of them, two hundred and fifty for the power armor asshole, "Bones" according to the bounty hunter poster of him at the Outpost, five hundred caps in total plus all the loot that they could have in their den.
The real prize was hardly the caps, facing things like the Tech Riders for such a measly quantity would scare all the bounty hunters.
No.
The real prize was the massive loot of energy weapons, chems, and tech that the fools will have around. Fortunately, this particular bunch did not seem very interested in robotics. It was not uncommon to find Tech Raiders war parties accompanied by customized robots with spikes, rippers, badly attacked chainsaws, and the like. For any individual with a passable knowledge of mechanics and robotics, it was a very cringe and terrific visage.
In the year 2281, the Mojave Wasteland was besieged by the Legion, the NCR, and all kinds of factions that wanted a piece of the pie. For the newcomer, the Mojave Wasteland was a chaotic mess and those that had a chance to fix the disaster were incredibly busy wanking themselves off before even moving a finger.
The Great War really fucked up the world and judging from all the info that the newcomer has managed to collect in the three months that he has been walking the wasteland up and down, Vegas was one of the places that actually survived pretty well.
Considering the Lucky 38 was essentially a massive bunker and weapon's factory, it was hardly a surprise. The Lucky 38 had Laser cannons in the roof, strong enough to shoot most of the missiles aiming Vegas, it also has a massive basement with a veritable army of Mark-II Securitrons ready to be deployed.
House, Robert House, the very same CEO of the infamous RobCo, one of the biggest, most influential, and richer companies of the world, had taken residence in Vegas as he was in love with the city. After the nuclear war, House and his securitrons secured the city inner core and subjugated three tribes forming the modern three families that took care of the day to day of the city, giving it a shade of what Vegas once was.
The City of New Vegas was actually one of the few prosperous settlements in any Wasteland, and thanks to his particular business model, caps flow from the Casinos to the three family coffers. On the other hand, outside of the main part of New Vegas, the outer Vegas, like Freeside, did not live all that well.
A gang called the Kings controlled most of Freeside and in their honor, it must be said that they were doing mostly good. They were assholes like the second in command, but the leader of the gang, the man who called himself King, was a reasonable and grounded man.
A month after reaching Freeside, the newcomer walked into the King's main building and spoke with King about the old abandoned factory in one of the corners of the city called Cerulean Robotics. The newcomer wanted to make residence here and start a small robotic business. The fewer misunderstandings with the locals, the best.
Two months later, three since the arrival of the newcomer at the Wasteland, he has earned quite a reputation.
Technically speaking, his name was Anselmo Castillo, Sentinel Castillo of the Western B.O.S chapter of Carbon and the nearby country. In the Mojave Wasteland, everybody called either Castillo or Skulltaker.
The skulltaker moniker came from the Legion, from all the skulls that Castillo has taken from all the legionaries that tried to kill them. There was a thousand denarii bounty on his head, however, Legate Lanius has already issued a command that Castillo must be brought to the arenas of the Legion to be defeated in combat by him and offered as a sacrifice to Ares.
One of these days, Castillo will put a bullet through the skull of that asshole and be done with it. In Castillo's opinion, the Legion was something akin to a virus. They infect everything that they touch and they always end up killing the host. As soon as they lost Cesar, the crazy roman wannabee emperor, the entire Legion will fall to pieces.
The Skulltaker moniker became the trademark of Castillo's bounty hunter business. Castillo was the owner and businessman of the recently opened Cerulean Robotics in Freeside but Skulltaker was the nightmarish bounty hunter that roamed the Mojave exterminating everybody that had a bounty on their heads. And a shit ton of raiders and less than scrupulous bands.
The way to identify Skulltaker was his custom power armor and the fact that most of his objectives and victims ended up headless.
Contrary to the popular belief, he did not deliver the head; among the Bounty Hunters, delivering the trigger finger of a person was the commonly accepted method of showing that the job was done.
Unfortunately, Castillo developed a "trophy" mania since the disaster that was Point Lookout and whenever he found a worthy enough individual, he collects their skull, clean it, polishes it, varnishes it and hang it on his particular hall of fame in his most private quarters at the Cerulean robotics factory.
Tonight, "Bones", the leader of this branch of the Tech Raiders gang, was going to join that wall.
Processing the information of Eddy's scouting and Vera's scanners and sensors, Castillo had a clear picture of what he was about to found in the building. With the stealth field on, he had five minutes of invisibility before it started to feed on the reserve energy cells, getting another five minutes for each energy cell employed in feeding the field.
Twenty energy cells equated one hundred minutes of stealth field. More than enough for this.
Quickly and pretty silently considering Castillo was wearing a T45d custom power armor, he covered the distance between his vantage post and the building that the Tech Raiders were occupying and using a temporary base.
One Castillo was close enough, he picked up "Sleepytime", a very nice 10mm submachine gun that he bought from the Gunrunners. It was painted in a slick black, the silencer was pretty solid and it had enough ammunition for several victims before recharging.
The targeting system of the HUD of his suit, guided by Vera, pointed out the nearest victim, a demented raider with a hockey mask, working trails, and a collar of wenches, empty fission batteries, and scraps of metal, along with a homemade and crude plasma rifle.
Raising the gun and without stopping, Castillo delivered three rapid bursts of bullets to the chest of the raider. The poor fucker had his heart, lungs, and sternum shattered by the shots before he could even process the pain. Kill Count 1/6
Castillo reached the side of the building, the stealth field flickered for a moment before the auxiliary energy cells fueled it back. Quickly taking out the empty cells and shuffling in fresh ones, Castillo pocketed the empty ones to recover them later. Recycling was vital for survival, be it food or machines or weapons, it does not matter, recycling is an absolute necessity.
Vera's HUD shows him a blip at the left side and Castillo waited patiently, when the head of the next raiders peeked through the corner of the building, "Sleepytime" put three bullets directly on its brain. Kill Count 2/6.
Grabbing the corpse before it could fall to the floor in a metallic noise, thanks to the badly glued up scrapped electronics and metal armor that the man had on himself, Castillo put him on the floor, hidden behind some of the building wreckage.
Castillo calculated the distance between the nearest open window and climbed up, entering the building by the broken window. With several vision modes overlapping in his visor, he quickly located the other four targets. One was on the other side of the door in front of Castillo. Judging from the lights that her shape was taking, she was carrying a heavy piece of gear. Perhaps a flamethrower?.
Deactivating the stealth field, useless now that they were no enemies in sight, Castillo left it cool and regenerate itself instead of draining more energy cells. Thanks to Cerulean robotics, he had a small factory and could make several of those with enough scrap metals and other pieces, but wasting them was stupid.
The door opened to the inside and the raider was at the other side of the door, judging by the heat signature, either with a fewer, drugged, or smoking something. Castillo was bigger than the woman, she was around five feet six inches tall and Castillo was three inches under seven feet.
Resting his armored fist over the old and worn wood of the door, Castillo let the device from under his forearm to swiftly and deadly extend a blade, piercing through the wood as if it was not there and next, piercing through the back of the skull of the woman, instantly ripping apart her cerebellum, spine, and back of her skull.
She died without emitting a sound and her corpse was still hanging from the blade of Castillo.
Slowly, Castillo opened the door, carrying the corpse with it and once she was inside, Castillo retracted the blade and grabbed the armored woman before she could make any noise. It was not a flamethrower, it was a bastardized grenade launcher of some sort. It was ugly and it worked by sheer dumb luck, how the lass has not blasted herself to smithereens each time she holds the trigger was a mystery for the ages. Kill Count 3/6.
Leaving the corpse on the side of the room, Castillo looted the grenades of her impromptu launder and tossed one a couple of times up and down in the air. Yes, this would do nicely.
Reactivating the field, Castillo walked into the halls of the building. An old field house from before the war that has survived the apocalypse by the skin of its teeth. The local raiders did not renovate it much, but the structure was solid and it was more than enough for a roof over their heads and space for their tech madness.
Three dead three to go.
Castillo carefully observed the stairs that went down the hall, they were old, and considering his weight, he feared that they may collapse, but Vera assured him that they will withstand his big boy stomps. Huffing the humorous attempts of Vera, Castillo re-checked the position of the rest of the presents in the building and after walking down the stairs, took a position at the sides of the entrance of the house.
In other similar settlements of the Tech Raiders, it was pretty common to found turrets, robots, and all kinds of tech mismatches that the raiders had cooked up in their drugged up states, but "Bones" was a particular kind of raider. He had an unhealthy obsession with flesh and tech and tried to "create" cybernetic implants with all that he put his hands on.
"Sleepytime" went back to its holster and Castillo, draw his favorite pistol. An MK-Rhino Gauss pistol, custom made by him and modified to be versatile as fuck and capable of making a Deathclaw tiptoe around. Checking that the gun was fully charged and in top condition, Castillo walked to the side of a door and leaning over the wall at the side, give a mule kick to the wooden door before lazily toss two grenades inside.
Two big explosions later, several chunks of flesh, bone, and metal went flying from the inside to the entrance of the hall and Castillo readied his Gauss pistol. Kill Count 5/6
At the other side of the hall, a rushing figure in power armor kicked one door out of its hinges and roared incoherently before stepping into the main hall of the manor, shooting a plasma rifle in all directions without really caring to aim.
The drawback of the MK-rhino is wrist shattering, not even the Ranger Sequoia of the veterans of the NCR had a similar kick, it will be akin to shot a missile launcher with one hand. Technically impossible for a common human being, but for a human being with reinforced muscular structure and adamantium bones?. The perfect weapon to fuck an asshole's day.
The cracks of the gauss pistol echoed three times from somewhere near the other side of the entrance of the house. Far from where any of the plasma shot had hit the surroundings and the already more than battered furniture of the house.
One for the head, cracking the helmet of the looted power armor and rendering it a nuisance instead of protection and more probably giving "Bones" a severe concussion. Another to the left arm, two cracks resounded one the shot and the other the bones under the carapace of the power armor. The final one to the knee.
The force behind the strike was not enough to shatter the armor; wherever "Bones" has managed to find that piece of wargear he sure was lucky that day; but it was more than enough to make "Bones" to face fault in a quite the undignified manner. Crushing his armored face against the floor, and with a shattered arm, "Bones" had lost the grip on his plasma rifle.
If Castillo was correct, "Bones" should be tech-savvy enough to have installed a med-x or stimpack dispenser on the systems of his armor. "Bones" roared in a guttural manner, taking from his back a sheathed ripper and started to swing it violently left and right as he insulted the universe quite colorfully.
"Bones" never saw the blade that decapitated him coming, in fact, his last images were his own body collapsing to the floor and the cracked lenses of his own helmet.
"Bones" was not a tall man, maybe five four and his arms, even with his power armor, his arms were shorter than Castillo's. With a step to the left, Castillo extended the blade from the device on his arm and the hyper electrified blade beheaded "Bones" in a swift and almost silently buzz of electric blue and metal.
Kill Count 6/6.
Vault-Girl appeared in the HUD of Castillo, with her thumb up and a party popper on the back. Vera has taken over Castillo's Pip-boy; a piece of gear that Castillo took from Gary of Vault 108 as he downloaded and destroyed all of that scientific data, and developed a lot of Vault Girl icons and avatars to have a representation of sorts.
"All Targets eliminated", the electronic voice of Vera announced. "Time for that sweet loot".
"Si, this will be a good haul, I can felt it", chuckled Castillo under his helmet, shutting down the stealth field.
In two quick strides, Castillo picked up the decapitated head and observed the helmet, trying to decipher any recognizable marks about the origins of the power armor. These things are very expensive and hard to come by, how on earth did a raider managed to get his hands on such a good piece of gear?. Anyhow, the armor was customized and even if they had a crude talent, the Tech Raiders were not good engineers and the botched up job on the armor was obvious to the trained eye.
"Another of your souvenirs?". Vera's voice had an unmistakable echo of amusement and the subtle tones of worry.
The IA has grown beyond her programming and in part of her core OS, the health of her wearer was primordial. Castillo had some serious problems, acerbated by the events that took place in Point Lookout.
"Quizas".
Shrugged Castillo. "Bones" has been disappointing, to say the least. In three months, barely four individuals had been added to the wall of Castillo and he was a professional bounty hunter with seventeen contracts fulfilled.
"But I am leaning towards the no, he was not a warrior or a soldier, just a madman with a powerful toy that he barely understood". Huffed Castillo and tore the head of the man from the helmet and toss the piece of flesh to the side, ignoring it completely.
The main door opened and FIDO and Eddy entered inside the room. Vera has sent the message to the two cybernetic companions of Castillo to join them.
FIDO was a reinforced K900 cyberdog gun. Basically a heavy machine gun wheeled turret with the brain of a German shepherd. The electric cyber dog barked in happiness at seeing his owner dragging a wheeled coffer with him.
Eddy beeps and whistled saluted and made some inquiries. Castillo sent a small burst of data to the floating eyebot that whistled in confirmation and guided FIDO inside. Together, the three of them cleaned up the place entirely.
Despite everything that Castillo feared, the loot has been quite good and several items would be useful for Castillo at his home in the Cerulean Robotics building and factory. Speaking of which, the brain of "Bones" was actually good enough to be collected for the organic components of a Robobrain.
Castillo did not like the Robobrains, but from time to time, he was tempted to put certain assholes into those chassis, fill the medical gel with his personal batch of battle brew combat drugs, and sent them against the Legion's Fort or the Fiend raider gang Vault. Then Castillo will heat up the popcorn and enjoy the spectacle.
After looting the place up and down, Castillo and his cybernetic companions started to walk into the Mojave Outpost. He had a bounty to collect from the Ranger at the Outpost and reunite with Cass and Viper. The pair of cowgirls have been tracking who was behind the carnage that put an end to Cass caravan business.
Rose Sharon Cassidy and Dodge Viper, two ferocious cowgirls of the Mojave with a pretty big chip on their shoulders and with good reasons.
Rose Sharon Cassidy, aka, Cass, Rose, Whiskey Rose, and several others. Cass was a fiery redhead caravan owner that has been moving caravans all over the southwest for years. She was the epitome of the cowgirl and drunk whiskey like a sponge. Her home brew moonshine was something beyond words.
Rose's caravans in the Mojave have been hit pretty hard and she lost the last one in a sudden attack near New Vegas. She was drinking her sorrows when Viper came into the Outpost barracks and drag her out again to the roads. It was a match made in hell.
Dodge Viper, aka, Viper, Courier, Six, and several others. Courier from the Mojave Express, she was a tribal girl from Arizona, chocolate skinned voluptuous woman with impossible curves that have been working for the Mojave Express until she was shot twice in the head by Benny, the leader of the Chairmen of New Vegas.
Viper took her name from the car and the revolver. Back in Arizona, Viper came into this world in the back seat of the wreckage of a Dodge Viper and her oldest possession was an old Viper revolver.
The two girls drunk their sorrows together the night they meet and become fast friends. Viper accompanied Cass to the Crimson Caravans HQ in the Mojave and Cass had the back of Viper that needed a local guide of the Mojave roads.
When Viper tried to enter into New Vegas, she had to collect two thousand caps to bought a permanent pass into the Casinos, she started to do all kind of works to the people of the Mojave to earn those two thousand caps and in one of those works, she walked into Cerulean robotics, Castillo's home, to see if the man could fabricate a sex-bot.
FISTO the sex-bot with a protectron was one of the finest works of Castillo and for what sounds on the rumor mill, the Garrets were quite happy with the sex-bot.
However, Castillo or Raul, the old Ghoul that worked with Castillo at Cerulean Robotics, went to the Wrangler once a week to do maintenance of the bot at a cheap cost. The happier the clients are, the better it would be for the small and very specialized business of Castillo. It has been open for less than two months, any publicity is good publicity.
Wandering the Mojave for the caps, Cass and Viper discovered that foul play was involved in the disaster that put an end to Cass caravan business. The girls had visited the attacks and they discovered clues that something did not add up.
Contacting with Castillo through Eddy, who was a floating comms center on its own, they agreed to meet at the Outpost and together travel north to investigate the last attacked caravan remains and to deliver a couple of packages to earn enough caps to let Viper into New Vegas.
Castillo was delighted to travel with two of the hottest women that he has ever meet, women that liked to drink and party as wildly as they are and who are more than up for a tumble in the hay when the mood hit them. However, Castillo will travel as Castillo, not as Skulltaker, he will be abandoning most of his gear and instead travel with the common fatigues of the Wasteland.
Vera hated it, Vera hated not being wrapped around him, she was his armor, his protective gear, unfortunately, only the T45d custom armor of the Skulltaker had the circuit systems that could hold Vera. Castillo was working on a lighter armor that could hold Vera, not with all the systems and power that a power armor holds, but enough to have the IA always with him.
For the moment, Vera was happy being inside the Pip-boy, forever attached to Castillo, but she preferred to be connected to an armor that could protect and monitor the vitals of her owner.
No one said that the IA was not as nuts as the owner but in a very protective manner. Although, the suit seems to have no problem in even suggesting Castillo go to the whores at the Atomic Wrangler or the Gomorra or even seduce a high-class girl at the Ultra-lux. Sex had a very positive effect on Castillo's body and mental health, so the IA concluded that a happy sex life was vital for Castillo.
Castillo cursed Dalah of the Think Tank, he was sure that she was responsible for that kind of logic.
Most of Castillo's gear went into the coffer that FIDO carried, FIDO will carry it to Freeside. The Kings knew of the robotic cyberdog and opened the door of the gates for him. King and Castillo were what it could be called friends.
Especially after the Mister Handy robot that Castillo gave to the Kings was a God sent to keep the building clean and organized. Even if the maintenance fee of the robot was a hundred caps a month, bigger depending on the repairs needed, it was absolutely worth it from the perspective of the Kings.
Eddy will accompany Castillo, the floating Eyebot was a well-known companion of Castillo and it was perfect to be always in touch with anyone with a functioning radio station in the Mojave. That, and it was pretty common for Castillo to walk around with Eddy playing Radio New Vegas or all kinds of old songs that they found in abandoned computers and databases all over the wasteland.
Seventeen hours later, Castillo was as pissed as the two girls were.
"Motherfuckers!" roared Cass, taking a wild swing from her moonshine. Castillo offered the fission batteries needed for the brew and Cass was delighted to make as much as possible. "Those motherfuckers!". By this point of the night and the drinks, Cass was nearly the point of incoherence.
Actually, it was a testimony of the liver of the girl, any other person would have been into an alcoholic coma by this point. Both Cass and Viper drink like fishes, Castillo liked to have some drinks as well and thanks to his enhancements, organic and cybernetic, his body was more than capable of filter any poisonous substances, alcohol included.
Viper was cleaning and maintaining her guns. Castillo swore that the smoke of the cigarette that she was smoking was sending smoke skulls into the air. Viper rage was more controlled and calm than Cass, but do not be confused, she was as dangerous as the animal that shared her name.
Viper was one of the most beautiful and gorgeous women that Castillo has ever seen. A rare breed of tribal from Arizona, standing on five four tall, hourglass figure, chocolate skin, her raven-colored hair, and her deep eyes only enhanced her voluptuous body.
According to the HUD on Castillo's eyes, Viper sported a 36HH cup tatas and a booty that could shatter a stone wall. Her booty was so round and fleshy that her jeans were stretched to contain and whenever she walked it was as if she was naturally twerking and clapping those perfect flesh moons.
After a quick dinner out of gecko sticks and water, the trio has retired to the insides of one of the buildings that loitered the upper corners of Outer Vegas. Several hundred meters far from where the last caravan of Cass was attacked and enough covered to offer a roof over their heads and a secure spot to pass the night.
So close to the nearby mountains, it was not unheard of for Cazadores to go down the roads, along with several other natural menaces. It was also a common ground for small raider gangs. Nothing like the Fiends or the Tech Raiders, but the danger was still very real.
"Those motherfuckers, I am going to kill them all", screamed Cass before emptying the moonshine and tossing the bottle to the nearest wall. "I will murder them all, fuck them, fuck them!". Cass's rage was on an all-time high.
"I will help", softly added Viper reloading her favorite gun, a customized hunting revolver. She was fast and accurate with that thing and considering the 45-70 bullets, it dealt a lot of damage.
"Yo tambien", Castillo announced from where he was sitting, in front of the small fire camp that they have made. "I already had beef with the Van Graaf, this only gives me an excuse to put them six feet under".
"Thanks", growled Cass, rummaging her backpack for another bottle of whatever alcohol she could put her hands on.
"Easy Cass", softly walked Viper to the side of her friend, making her abandon her search of alcohol. "I understand your anger, and heck, I want the heads of those fuckers on a pike too, but we need you focused, not unconscious and in alcohol coma".
"Fuck it cowgirl", growled Cass. She had the annoying tendency to gave nicknames to everyone and considering the big breasts of Viper and how she dressed as a cowgirl, it was not all that inaccurate. "I need the booze or I will explode, I need something to get the edge off before I ran into the Crimson Caravans barracks, rip the head of that bitch of McCafferty and shove it up of her wrinkled ass".
Viper grabbed Cass's jaws and locked lips with her. Cass muffled under the lips, but soon her grunts became moans as Viper's tongue wrestled with hers and delivered the french kiss of the french kisses.
Hugging her close, Viper mashed her jugs against Rose's. Cass was not as big as Viper, but Cass had a set of round D-cups that were worthy on their own. Viper's left hand creep under the jacket of Cass and untangle the knot that kept Rose's usual top under her leather jacket.
Cass was still dazed from the sudden french that Viper has delivered to her and soon her anger turned into lust under the attentive ministrations of Viper. During their travels, Cass has learned that Viper was a sex monster, men, women, it was all the same for her and she was a wildcat in the sack.
Viper lips, juicy and fleshly lips, latched to the nipples of Cass and she hugged the head of the chocolate woman, losing herself in the breast sucking that Viper was giving her. Before Cass could realize it, Viper has put Rose's pants and panties down and Viper fingers were exploring the inner folds of Cass with exceptional ability.
Viper sucked the nipple of Cass with strong suction, making the woman moan in pleasure and let it go with a loud pop.
"Better", Viper kissed and nibbled on Rose's neck and upper side of her breasts. Her fingers had slow down a bit on her rubbing of Rose's pussy but they continued inside, sending waves of slow and tantalizing pleasure to Cass.
"Oh hell yeah", giggled Cass.
"Time for the main dish than", giggled Viper as well and both turned their heads to Castillo.
The man was already accustomed to the cowgirls' antics and when Viper kissed Cass in such a feverish manner, Castillo knew that he was in for a wild threesome that night. It was a common occurrence when they traveled together and Castillo was always in for it, it was absolutely worth it.
Naked from the waist down, but still, with his under jacket, white shirt, and tie, Castillo had taken a seat over an old couch and was spilling the contents of a half-empty whiskey bottle over his erected cock.
Cass walked as if she was in a trance, knelt between the muscular legs of Castillo and nuzzled the massive meat pole that smelled divine, before kissing and licking every single inch of the veiny and wet surface with devotion and eagerness.
Viper walked to the side of Castillo, freeing her 36HH jugs and letting Castillo do his magic with the sensitive and pinky nipples. Castillo`s mouth latched to the right breast of Viper, expertly sucking and kissing the soft, yet firm, flesh.
Castillo's left hand grabbed the doughty ass of Viper, much to her smiling approval and after massaging the booty, his hand moved to the pussy and started to finger the tight folds of Viper, knowing where to rub and where to go fast. Castillo's right hand took Rose's hat off her head and started to caress and dress the redhead hair of Cass, controlling the pace of the blowjob that Cass was giving him.
"Slurp, slurp, slurp, suck, suck, lick, Sluuurp!", were the only sounds that came from Rose's mouth that was doing all she could to taste as much as she could from the perfect piece of whiskey flavored manly meat that was conquering her mouth.
Feeling bold, Cass tried to take it deeper, but even if Cass not an innocent virgin, Castillo's cock was horse-sized and her throat was not prepared for such an intrusion, gagging, she managed to swallow in eight inches, but that was all she could take.
Castillo knew what Cass was doing, in truth, in all the Mojave, only three women had managed to swallow his entire dong down their throats.
A whore in Gomorra that no longer worked there, Red Lucy and Viper. Only those three had been able to deepthroat Castillo's entire cock. It was an experience that Castillo loved, having such beautiful girls sucking his dong until they cum together was always a great experience.
Cass could not hold it any longer and releasing the cock from her mouth with a loud pop, Cass jumped over Castillo and practically impaled herself on the cock of Castillo. The eyes of Cass rolled backward and her teeth clenched in an orgasm smile. From behind her fucked up smile, throaty grunts of orgasmic bliss.
The orgasm had hit Cass so hard that she could not move, only her pussy muscles were clenching the pussy breaker that had plunged so deep in her that her womb was quacking in shuddering chain orgasm that flared her entire nervous systems sending her to cloud one million.
"She has cum her brains out", chuckled Viper.
She was not much better, the fingers of Castillo had found her G-spot and were relentlessly rubbing it, not to mention how his tongue and mouth were sucking on her nipples as if they wanted to milk them.
Viper lost herself a small fantasy of herself pregnant with a big belly, like a lazy cat slurping on Castillo's massive cock as fresh milk went down her bloated tits. She wanted to be a mother, but so far, the only man that has come even remotely close to her heart was the tall man that was making her experience heaven just with his fingers.
Castillo was strong enough to raise Cass with one hand, using Rose's nice booty as a lever, and raise her up and down, fucking her into an even bigger chain or orgasm. By that point, Cass just hugged the dressed torso of Castillo and hide her completely ahegao face from her friends. She will never admit that Castillo was the greatest fuck ever.
Viper and Castillo shared a slow and tender french kiss after Castillo makes Viper cum with just his fingers, the bodacious breasts of Viper slapped the sides of Rose's head but she was so deep in her orgasms, that she just hanged from Castillo's chest, with her tongue out and a glassed up expression in her eyes.
"Rose is out of the night", chuckled Castillo with a smile. A thick line of saliva connecting her lips and Viper's.
"She needed a good dicking", Viper took Cass out of Castillo's cock, who by the way has not yet cum. "And you are the best cock in the fucking Mojave".
"Gracias, happy to oblige partner", laughed softly Castillo. He didn't even try to raise from his seating position. Now that Cass was not over him, Viper was going to take that place and ride him for hours.
It was the secret vice of Viper, something that she only does with people that she trusted completely. It was a very small circle in the Mojave and among those, the only two that she did what she was about to do was even smaller. Namely Castillo and Cass.
Viper tucked Cass for the night, offering Castillo quite the spectacle of her moon-sized booty and hungry pussy lips. Her wide hips swing making her ass clefts clap and giggle in mesmerizing movement. Smiling with her pearly lips, Viper took a seat of the lap of Castillo and resume their making out session.
Viper tits rubbed against the titanium muscles of Castillo, rubbing her nipples in a slow and pleasurable addendum to the main act. Her tongue and Castillo's danced together, savoring each other, slow but intense.
A couple of minutes later, on where Viper has been rubbing her pussy all over Castillo's cock, raise her hips and little and slowly let the cock of Castillo to part her pussy lips. Inc by godly inch, the cock of Castillo penetrated the flooded pussy of Viper and reached her womb.
Like lovers, tenderly yet without stop, Viper and Castillo made love until they could not hold back their orgasms and together grunted in a release. The insides of Viper's pussy, a trap of oiled velvet, were painted white by Castillo's seed.
Good thing that Castillo had turned himself infertile for a week with drugs, otherwise Viper would be pregnant with an entire football team by now, judging from the amount of spunk flooding her pussy.
Giggling, and still riding the post-coital bliss, Viper hugged the strong frame of Castillo, losing herself in one of her deepest fantasies. Fantasies that had little to none place in the cruel and ruthless wasteland. It was a dream that she had not shared with anyone.
It was a pity because Castillo had plans to conquer the Mojave and start a new world and having a queen like Cass or Viper with him will be more than welcome.
Carrying Viper with easiness, thanks to his cybernetic strength, Castillo moved to where Cass is and tucked himself and Viper under a big blanket. Sleeping with two cuddling beauties was a nice way to call it a day.
With a thought, Castillo sent a data package to Eddy, the forgotten Eyebot that has been quietly resting in a corner, recharging his batteries with an MF-breeder charger that Castillo rigged for him.
The floating Eyebot replied in binary, electrically sending amusement at Castillo, but obeying the command.
Even if the Wasteland was a nightmare, just for tonight, Castillo was happy to have given the two ladies a good night of rest and pleasure. Vengeance could wait for tomorrow.