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This part of the Commonwealth was supposed to be safe god damn it. Stella was promised up and down, left and right that she’d be safe to upend her comfortable little life in one of the Minutemen’s larger settlements to move to some backwater farm. The little plot of land was protected by the Minutemen, there were defenses set up and it was a good area for crops. Clean water. No mutants, no raiders... this damned farm was supposed to be safe. She was even promised a mister handy to help out with the crops!
The move was a little jarring for Stella. After she was used to trudging and surviving for so long, she wasn’t yet ready to simply just leave her comfortable new home. She didn’t mind sleeping in a bunkhouse, she didn’t mind not having any possessions of her own, but orders came from the lady in charge. The General needed a handful of people capable of farming to settle in one of the Minutemen’s newest settlements and hold down the fort. Stella was more than capable of farming, though she hadn’t volunteered to relocate until she was told that the plot of land came with a brand new prefab house with running water. That was a dream come true for her. With her head full of promises, she made the hike to her new home with a smile on her face.
Three other folk came with her and Stella was promised that once things really got going on the farm, more help would come. Things were okay for the first few months, sure there were a few problems here and there... broken water pumps and the like- but nothing was too awful compared to the usual horrors of the wasteland. To Stella, it was exciting to have this piece of the world to make her own. She spent so much of her life with the idea that she was just surviving until something inevitably took her out. She’d never stayed anywhere for long. This little farm was to be her permanent home and she loved the idea of settling for good. Stella hung lights in her little house, she planted carrots for the sheer sake of seeing their flowers. She didn’t mind long days spent tending to the rows of crops, she didn’t mind the constant presence of dirt under her nails because at the end of the day she had the privilege of a clean, warm shower awaiting her.
Things were pretty close to perfect as far as Stella was concerned, and as if the universe took her contentment as a personal offense... a radstorm bloomed on the horizon. The storm swept in with a rage. It went on and on, Stella had never seen anything like it in all of her years. People were forced into their homes for days on end, the wind pulled their radio tower straight out of the ground and flung it to who knows where which effectively cut off their only hope of outside communication. The storm destroyed the farm’s defenses, it even ripped up their little livestock pen and then Brahmin were on the loose braying and mooing their displeasure while no one was brave enough to go wrangle them. Those might’ve been fixable issues, but as the storm raged outside for the fourth night— Raiders crept right into the farm as if they couldn’t be bothered with the pummeling radiation from the sky.
The lot of them were horrifying. They were barely armored, many of them had strange mutations and glowing wounds from the radiation they didn’t seem to fear. She watched one of them get shot by one of the farm’s remaining defense turrets and he barely flinched even as blood rolled down his stomach to his legs. Stella watched her poor mister handy get shot to pieces and she finally had the good sense to hide when she heard the unmistakable noise of a firefight between the raiders and whoever was brave enough to challenge them in the middle of a radstorm.
Stella was the only person who survived that night. Maybe it was because her house was the furthest in, or maybe it was just sheer luck... But when the storm finally passed after the raiders ransacked her poor farm, she wandered the farm to realize that she was the only living thing left. She found the scenes of genuine horror... but no bodies were to be found. Those sick bastards took the bodies along with whatever they’d taken from her neighbors' homes. She picked up her poor mister handy piece by piece and took him inside, hoping that when she got the radio working again... maybe someone more skilled might be able to boot him back up. Surely the Minutemen would notice that her farm wasn’t responding to any communications, surely they’d send someone to help.
It might’ve been smarter just to jump ship after that night. But Stella moved all the way down here and her daddy didn’t raise no quitter. She loved her little house and she worked hard to plant all those damned tatos. Some of the crops survived the radstorm, the raiders hadn’t cared to take her pruney little mutfruits or her slowly growing melons. She hadn’t even lived at her farm long enough to harvest things and pay her dues to the Minutemen.
Sometimes, Stella worried that her bravery was adrenaline-based stupidity more than anything else. She convinced herself that help was on the way and she dedicated herself to manning down the fort. She was right and happy to stay if she was being honest with herself. She wasn’t the type of girl to wander off on some wasteland adventure. She liked stability. She liked her warm showers and predictable days. She didn’t want to drag her sorry ass to the closest settlement with nothing to show for herself besides complete and utter failure. The nearest settlement was days away and... Stella wasn’t the sort of lady equipped for the hike. She’d never had to trek all over the wasteland unaccompanied. She was a homebody and she wasn’t ashamed of it. She was tired of moving from place to place. She’d begun to think of this little crap farm as her home and she wasn’t ready to say goodbye just because things got tough. The world was tough. Stella could be tough too.
As if the world was truly just testing her, like it was trying to see how much she could possibly take before she went running for the hills; a few days after the raiders’ attack— Stella woke up in the middle of the night to the noise of something unmistakably rummaging around a few rooms away from her. Freshly woken up and not yet with her thinking cap on, Stella stormed out of bed armed with a baseball bat. Her anger and frustration cut out her survival instincts and as she stalked down the hall she could only think of bloody fucking murder at the idea of someone in her house, on her farm, rummaging through her things. What more could those fuckers take from her? She was sick and tired of being so scared.
Standing in her storeroom was some asshole wearing rust-covered spike armor and one of those stupid fucking breather masks with two canisters on the sides of his face. His arms were full of her food stores, and he’d even found her secret stash of Sugar Bombs that she hid from the rest of her neighbors. Somehow, it was seeing the Sugar Bombs that had Stella’s fight or flight instincts kicking in. In the breath of a moment spent with her and the raider simply staring at each other, Stella wildly swung her bat with a shriek. She landed it against his armor with an unsatisfying clang of a noise. Before she could wind up another good smack, the bastard simply grabbed her bat in one hand and laughed at her.
“Nice try sweetheart.” The raider spoke through a chuckle, his voice low and rumbling.
Stella barely heard anything besides the pounding in her ears and her involuntary scream as the raider somehow pulled the bat out of her hands. Her eyes zeroed in on his gun and a thousand bloody scenarios played in her mind. She refused to die at the hands of some jerk with his arms full of her things, she refused to die forgotten and a failure. Fueled by the simple desperate refusal to die like this, she wildly rushed the stranger with all of her remaining adrenaline.
Unfortunately, he swiped at her legs with one of his and Stella went tumbling to the tiled ground with an “Oof!” He hadn’t even put his armful of things down.
“You’re a feisty one huh?” The raider spoke casually while he set a boot on the center of her back. He began to load his pack with her things and Stella bit her tongue hard enough to taste blood. She was terrified but everything in her told her to fight, to fucking bite the bastard’s ankles if she had to. Fear was slowly overtaking her and she shook involuntarily, realizing that this son of a bitch was armed and much larger than herself.
“Y’know a buddy of mine told me that things were crazy out here. I didn’t think he meant pretty little things in-” He paused and added just an increment of more pressure to his boot, pinning her to the floor as Stella struggled. She felt his eyes rake over her even though she couldn't see them through the mask.
“...Pretty pink dresses.” The raider said slowly as if he too was only then realizing the ridiculousness of the situation.
Stella squirmed under his boot, she grabbed at a nearby table leg as if to convince herself that her hands still worked. She hated his words, they made her feel small. She’d previously been so full of rage, so full of the desperate human instinct to survive- but right then she felt as if she was a little pink baby mole rat in the jaws of a deathclaw. She felt helpless. A whimper forced its way through her throat and the asshole above her chuckled again.
“...Sweetheart, you’re wearing a pink little dress and everything, coming at me with a bat? If I didn’t know better I’d think you’re flirting with me.” He dropped his pack on her table to begin loading it with the things he was taking from her.
“Fucking take it all. Just don't kill me.” Stella tried to push herself up, but the Raider stepped down harder, causing her to huff. She was already trapped and useless, unable to push herself to her feet and unable to do much of anything besides lay flat as he wanted her to. Why was he pressing harder? What was she going to do? Run? Beat him to death with her little fists over his armor?
“Leave me the damn sugar bombs. Damn it.” Stella heard herself say, her voice came out much stronger than she felt. She stared at her tiled kitchen floor, wondering if it was the last thing she’d ever see.
The raider sucked in an amused breath through his ridiculous mask, “Got a mouth on ya don’t ya sweetheart?” He moved above her and she heard him open his pack. The telltale noise of two boxes hit the floor a moment later. His weight finally released off of her and by the time she scrambled to her feet, the stranger was already heading through her little living room toward the front door that he left hanging on its hinges.
Stella grabbed her baseball bat and followed him outside, she yelled at his retreating form. “And don’t come back y’hear! I have friends! This settlement’s protected by the Minutemen!”
Her words had the stranger stopping in his tracks. He stood about ten feet away from her and he lifted his heavy pack further onto his shoulders. “Been watchin’ you for days sweetheart. No one’s here. Just you on your little lonesome. You’re lucky I’m only half a piece of shit as the guys who cleared your friends out.”
The raider wore a mask, but Stella could feel his stupid smug smile. She seethed, watching his retreating form. She gathered the nerves to fling her bat at him, but it landed a foot or so to his left. She couldn’t believe this jerk. He robbed her, broke into her house and stepped on her, and then told her to be grateful that he wasn’t worse? What a jerk!
She watched the raider lift his stupid mask and he stuck gloved fingers between his lips to whistle. His jawline was hard and square but she couldn’t see any other discernible features in the dark. It was then that Stella realized that he wasn’t alone. Another man emerged from a window of the shack house across from hers, and Stella dove behind her little couch to watch more and more similarly dressed men meet their presumed leader at her farm’s little gated entrance. All of them were similarly large, there were small differences in gear and statures, but all of them had some sort of stupid white paint splashed over their armor and weapons. She hadn’t seen or heard of this group of raiders before. If she was to name them, she’d figure out something clever and insulting comparing their splattered white painted outfittings to bird shit.
Since that encounter a few nights ago, Stella helped herself to everything that remained in the empty houses of her neighbors. Her farm was visited twice now by different raiders and she didn’t want to let her poor luck catch up to her again and introduce her to a third group. Two groups was enough god damn it. She found an untouched crate left by the Minutemen and Stella had never set up a landmine before, but she was grinning like a madwoman as she lined a few at the entrance gate of her farm. She hoped those irradiated crazies came back. She hoped they’d blow themselves to hell and the bird shit armored guys would come after that and slip on their irradiated guts.
Help had to be on the way. It had to be. Their radio tower was down and she knew she was in the ass-end of nowhere, but they wouldn’t just leave her here, right? Things were supposed to be safe. There weren’t supposed to be raiders around here. There was nothing but junk and salvage for miles. There weren’t any towns, no roaming traders... All that was here was her shitty little lonely farm with her meager excuse for a harvest with her sad front door that refused to close now that some giant dick in stupid armor came and ripped it off of its hinges.
She hadn’t seen the hide nor hair of those irradiated creepers since they crept in with the radstorm, nor had she seen anything of the bird shit guys that came to pick her farm’s bones clean. After Stella wrangled up a few stray bits of courage, she walked a ways away from her farm to see if she could find anything of her unwanted visitors. She saw a few footprints here and there, but she couldn't tell if they were old or new.
The idea that there were raiders somewhere, lurking and waiting was terrifying. They could come back at any moment and take her poor farm, drag her corpse away and nobody would ever remember her cute little house with its carrot flowers and string lights on her makeshift porch. She used her binoculars, adjusting them as she tried to find some evidence of her nighttime visitors. All she could see of note was a mass of stacked-up, rusted pre-war trucks in sort of a heap some ways away from her farm. She would’ve thought it was just more wasteland garbage, but she noticed that a few of the trucks were splattered with paint that was dumped haphazardly over their hoods and sides as if someone just turned a bucket upside down.
Stella watched the trucks for some time. Eventually, she noticed a spike covered body in that bird shit splattered armor crawl out from the beneath of one of the freighter trucks. Her heart thudded in fear at the realization that the group of raiders were so close to her farm. She was glad that they at least weren’t those freaky glowing ones, those guys barely seemed human.. but she'd prefer no raiders to any of them at all. If she had to pick a group of raiders, she’d choose the ones who allowed her to live. She’d choose the guy who left her her stupid sugar bombs even though he was still a mannerless asshole.
Though she was no less on edge, Stella trekked back to her farm feeling like she’d accomplished something by finding their stupid nest. They’d cleared her farm out as far as they were concerned. There was no reason for them to come back. Stella once again reminded herself that help was soon on the way and as soon as help arrived, those raiders would be just as dead as her poor neighbors. She’d point them out to the Minutemen and she’d feel rightly pleased to have given them the location of the raiders' shitty truck hideout.
That night, Stella awoke out of the dead of sleep. Broken glass cracked outside of her window and she swallowed her fear, reminding herself that every entrance to her house was rigged and if somebody made it inside— they wouldn’t make it into her bedroom without pulling the trigger of the shotgun rigged to face the door. Even so, the broken glass cracked in the same cadence of footsteps and it was clear that someone was just outside her house. Stella’s knuckles bloomed white as she clung to her blanket as she listened to the glass cracking and shattering. Whatever it was sounded so close to her window, Stella hated the idea that someone might be trying to peek inside.
A loud explosion cracked the quiet night air outside and Stella covered her ears even though she’d previously been too afraid to move. The footsteps retreated and Stella rolled out of bed to crouch beneath her window, lifting on her knees to peek out of it. She could see the front entrance gate of her farm currently on fire and then she watched a shambling person who was set ablaze stumbling away from her gate. They shambled and tripped over their own feet, seemingly not caring about the fact that they were on fire and then they just... crumpled as if the fire consumed them to the point their legs no longer worked.
The sight of the flaming mass of someone was horrific... But thank god her landmines and other traps worked. While watching the flaming person stumble away, she’d almost forgotten about the footsteps near her window. Once she turned her attention back to the burning fence, she noticed then that a rather large figure stood hunched over, just staring at the flames- or maybe staring at his now dead friend, who burned away in the distance like a campfire.
The figure turned toward her house once more and the raider’s eyes glowed a vibrant, terrifying green that was strikingly noticeable in the dark. Stella was too far away, too hidden in shadow with only the top of her head peeking from her window for the figure to see her but those eyes bore into her very soul. It was the scariest damned thing she’d ever seen and she hated that this irradiated freak knew where she was. It raised an arm and she watched his...? It’s…? - She watched the thing’s hand raise and then the bastard waved with a creepy, slow movement.
He wandered off after that. Walking right past his smoldering friend and he didn’t look back. Stella wished she had a rifle, but unfortunately- the other raiders made off with her neighbors’ guns. Even after rummaging through the empty houses; all Stella found was a shitty pipe gun, a few frag grenades, and what seemed to be a homemade ripper that only worked on the fourth off and on click.
In the morning, Stella put on the road leathers she hadn’t worn since making the journey here; she strapped her shitty pipe pistol to her hip and armed herself with every bit of weaponry she had. She shoved her Sugar Bombs into her mouth by the handful, chewing on them like she had a vendetta against the damned things and she strutted out of her home with one thought in mind:
An enemy of my enemy is my friend and I’m sure as hell not going to wait around to be butchered by the glowing freaks.
She’d take bird shit over glowing freaks. She’d take anything over the creepy barely human ghoul-like weirdos who seemed barely conscious of their surroundings. Whoever that waving bastard was, Stella wanted him deader than she ever wanted anything dead. She’d take mister steppy and rude over mister glowing and freakish.
The pile of trucks was only about a mile away and Stella made her way there in record time with her mind full of her absolute rage over the creeps who killed her neighbors, who kept wandering into her shitty little farm even though there was nothing even worth stealing at this point. As she stewed in her thoughts, she barely noticed the pileup in the distance getting closer and closer.
Until she was standing with her boots a foot away from the cracked old wheels of one of the trucks, she hadn’t spent a fraction of a moment thinking as to how she’d secure an alliance. All she thought of was pitting the paint guys against the glowing ones. She didn’t have much to barter with. She had land but it wasn’t exactly hers to give away. She had empty houses and an empty farm but she didn’t exactly want these paint-streaked raiders as neighbors. Her farm had running water, but if Stella knew anything about raiders- they seemed to be not all that concerned with things like showers.
Stella set her hands on her hips, wearing an angry pout as she walked back and forth across the initial line of piled-up rust buckets. There was no entrance she could find, and even while ducking under one of the trucks, she saw nothing beyond the rusted underbelly of the vehicle besides more and more rotting trucks. Eventually, she stalked toward the freight truck that she was sure that she’d seen someone emerge from and she stepped on its bumper to clamber onto its hood. It was a little awkward and it took some maneuvering, but she eventually pulled herself on top of it with minimal struggle.
Standing on top of the truck’s hood didn’t seem to magically show her any sort of entrance either. While walking here, she was sure that this must’ve been the raider’s hideout on account of the paint-splattered over some of the vehicles... but now, she worried that she jumped to conclusions. She’d only seen one raider emerge from the mess of trucks. Were the paint streaks just a territorial thing? Stella hopped up and down on the truck’s hood, incredibly frustrated and fucking angry with everything. She swung back her leg to smash her boot into the truck’s windshield, but rather than shatter the glass, she only ended up nearly throwing herself off balance. She threw her arms out to catch herself.
“God fucking damn it!” She hollered to no one, delivering another kick to the windshield with a new determination to see it broken. The thing survived nuclear fallout and she was determined to be its executioner. If she couldn’t kill those damned raiders, maybe she could... ruin their hideout or something? She didn’t know why it seemed imperative to destroy the windshield, but she just needed it broken damn it.
Just as Stella was about to start pummeling the windshield with her fists, the glass finally fractured with a fwip of a noise. The impact of something bloomed in a circle and Stella was pretty sure she hadn’t created the fracture. She pivoted to see a man in the distance standing on the top of a freight container that laid on its side. In his hand, he held a slingshot of all things.
“Hey there Miss, Where’d the pink dress go?” He called out with the air of a laugh. His voice was different from the man she’d spoken to a few days ago. He had a rather strong Bostonian accent and his armor was different as well. He wore a bandanna, along with a wide-brimmed cowboy hat.
“I’m armed!” Stella warned, “Stay back or I’ll shoot!”
“You came to our neck of the woods Miss, did you c’mere just to break shit?” He advanced on her, seemingly unconcerned with her threat.
She hated the aloof tone of his voice. Every word he spoke made her feel like the butt end of a joke. He’d called her Miss twice now, but politeness was far from his demeanor. Stella wanted to reach for any of her weapons, but she was here to secure an alliance. She couldn’t point a gun at his stupid smug face that she could only discern by the crinkling of his eyes as if he was grinning at her.
As he approached closer, she noticed that his pants and shirt that she could see beneath the armor he wore were similarly splattered in white paint. He walked with a bit of a swagger and Stella narrowed her gaze. She felt like he was playing with her.
“I’ve come to offer some terms to your leader.”
“Terms?” The raider laughed, “For what? You’re makin’ demands or else you’re gonna storm us with just your little self?”
“Maybe.” Stella crossed her arms, feeling as if her glare was solidifying into something she could grab and use to smack the asshole across the face with.
The raider stopped to pose on the hood of the truck across from the one that Stella stood on. He stood with his weight on one leg, cocking his hip like a moron who was doing his best to look cool. Despite the armor and the fact that she could only see his eyes, there was something incredibly boyish about this particular paint-streaked jerk.
“I wouldn’t mind you stormin’ in to take us all hostage.” The raider laughed. “Maybe you’ll be merciful and keep a few of us around for fun.” He shrugged, “Heard that’s a thing in some of these parts. Raiders y’know?”
Stella had quite literally no idea what he was getting at. She watched him settle his slingshot in his waistband. Stella didn’t feel threatened per se but she certainly felt off-put. “I’m not speaking my terms until you take me to your leader or you bring him up here.” She huffed, feeling less afraid for her life and more annoyed that this jerk was talking nonsense and playing with her. Who the hell used a slingshot in the damned wasteland? His accent was stupid and she didn’t like the way he leered at her as if she wasn’t strapped to the teeth.
“You’re cute when you spit poison, the boss should’a dragged you back here the first time.” He continued, “Nasty business those rad-bloods.”
The raider jumped off of the truck’s hood and he walked a few feet only to pause and turn around, “You coming?”
Stella felt as if her eyebrows might permanently stay narrowed and hostile. Every word from this jerk had her just angrier and angrier. She wanted to take his slingshot stuffed into his waistband and thwack him right in the dick with the elastic. She slid off of the truck as gracefully as she could manage, but her ripper clattered out of its holster on the way down. She watched the raider pick it up and before any fear could set in, he handed it right back to her, the gesture was almost gentlemanly.
The raider led her to another truck and she watched him wriggle beneath the thing to disappear seemingly up and into the freight container. With nothing else to go by besides his example, Stella followed, vaguely aware that she was following a raider into an unknown den of other ones- but she followed at his heels, walking quickly to keep up with his long-legged strides.
Just because these raiders hadn’t killed her neighbors didn’t mean they were trustworthy. They’d likely kill and loot and do whatever other nasty business it was that raiders did just the same as the creepy irradiated ones. The raider led her to shimmy into a narrow opening, and she realized that they were now in another truck. The trucks were connected to each other with scraps of metal. Holes had been cut out of their sides so you could go between some of them, some of their back doors led to other ones and at one point, Stella was forced to go through the side window of some sort of food truck. Eventually, after Stella felt as if she’d been led through a humid and rust-smelling maze, her guide opened the back door of a truck that led to a manhole in the middle of the road. Its existence was covered by the shell of a cargo container and the raider squatted and heaved the thing up with a crowbar he’d gotten from a hidden space in a large tire.
“Ladies first.” He offered with another joking tone. Stella looked down to see a metal runged ladder, leading down into a sewer...? She could see light at the end of it, flickering at the bottom of the tunnel. She didn’t want to touch the ladder with her fingers, but she swallowed her disgust and nodded her thanks toward her guide before climbing down the ladder as quickly as possible.
Thankfully, there wasn’t much of a maze when at the bottom of the ladder. She saw a few floodlights at the end of the tunnel and voices traveled from somewhere deeper in the sewer.
“Almost there.” The raider suddenly assumed a robotic tone, “-and then I’ll take you to our leader.” He held his arms out like a zombie, walking stiff-legged.
When she didn’t laugh at his joke, the raider shrugged. He mumbled something under his breath that sounded suspiciously like “tough crowd.”
He led her into a doorway, and then after a few stairs; the strange cement corridor opened to a large room somewhat above the rest of the tunnels. Stella had no idea what the room was once used for, but wondering about the general infrastructure of the sewer was far from her mind once she entered the room and all heads turned toward her as if she’d clapped her hands and demanded the strangers’ attention.
Everywhere she looked were... boys? Stella scanned the room, looking at the group with just the same wide-eyed fascination as some of them stared at her. From her second glance, she determined that they were definitely young men, though many of the faces she saw were exceedingly boyish. Many wore various pieces of armor, a few were masked but most weren’t. Some looked like they’d been locked in some kind of game involving caps on the floor. There were about fifteen of them at most, and all of them looked so fresh-faced that Stella wanted to laugh at the idea that these guys were keeping her up at night. These boys were calling themselves raiders? They crept in the sewer like rats and splattered each other with paint to raid farms of all places. She was fucked, wasn’t she? How the hell could boys defend her farm from mutated monsters?
When her guide pull down his bandanna, Stella actually giggled at the sight of his pretty face that was finally bared to her. There was no other word for it. He was pretty, his nose was a little crooked but there wasn’t a scar or a pockmark in sight. No wasteland disfigurement, when he smiled at her, he even had pretty white teeth.
“You brought her?” A familiar, low voice spoke. “Y’didn’t make her come right?”
Out of her sudden haze of entertainment found in the strangers... The raider she met in her kitchen suddenly was pushing past a few gawkers to stand a few feet away. Though he’d been masked when he robbed her; his voice was distinctive enough that she knew that this guy was the same that had Stella so worked up and angry over everything that had happened to her in the recent weeks. She felt like she’d put up with a lot since moving to her little farm, but it was this jerk’s boot on her back that was her breaking point to finally being mad enough to do something about her predicament.
Without his stupid mask, she was forced to look at deep-set eyes and a prominent nose. His features were almost goofy, but he was tall and his jawline was strong and attractive. The stubble on his cheeks was annoyingly handsome. He looked in need of a haircut, his hair was a little flouncy in a way that was anything but intimidating despite his overall demeanor.
Stella’s guide grinned and shook his head in response to the other guy’s question. “She said she had terms for ya, Boss.”
Oh shit. Stella swallowed hard. Fuck she did say that, hadn’t she? She really had no idea how to pitch her demand, but she couldn’t back down now. She had brothers growing up and she knew that backing down now would only have these jerks poking fun at her. She needed to remain strong no matter how out of place and uncomfortable she felt.
“Yes.” Stella crossed her arms, she stood a little straighter and poked her nose just slightly in the air, trying to look as confident and tall as possible. Everyone in this room had more than a foot on her, she’d always been a shortcake but confidence could make up for her lack of height. “Do you and your boys own this part of the Commonwealth?”
“Depends what’chya mean by own.” The group’s goofy-looking, so-called boss responded.
“Aren’t you raiders all about turf? Why else were you creeping on my farm?” Stella watched the goofy-looking guy rub at his jaw, damn him for having such a nice jawline.
“Seemed empty after the rad-bloods attacked.” Another paint-splattered moron answered in a snivelly voice, this one had an eyepatch and the world's worst haircut. He had a fucking rat tail going down his back and if that wasn't an indication of his age, Stella had no idea what else could prove that this group consisted of boys barely into their twenties. She probably had a good ten years on most of them.
“Uh-huh.” She hummed, “So you’re well aware there’s another group encroaching on your territory? Or are you just raiders of the sewers?” She nearly spat, annoyed with how young they all seemed and annoyed with herself for naively wandering into this den of morons thinking that they’d be the solution to her problems.
Someone wooted out a noise like a stupid animal and a few other morons joined in as if the mere mention of the word raider had them hyping up for some nonsensical reason. Fists banged on chests, and their goofy leader stepped forward, close enough that the toe of his boots were only a few inches from hers. Stella had to look upward to meet his eyes, otherwise- she was about eye level with his chest.
“Y’got a mouth on ya sweetheart. You insulting my boys in our base?” His words were in an odd place between a genuine threat and a joke. The wooting stopped, but a few playful ‘Ooh’s followed as if they were amping up a fight between children. She watched the rat-tail guy grinning with uneven teeth, he had a healing yellow bruise on the side of his face and she wondered if fistfights amongst these raiders was how they solved disagreements. That or... he definitely had a punchable face.
Stella rolled her eyes. She couldn’t believe that she’d somehow stumbled upon the world's most fresh-faced group of raiders. She wanted to cut eyepatch’s rat tail off and see if he whined about it.
She turned her attention back to the conversation, “It's only an insult if it's true. Are you hiding in here while they're out there taking all the things that could’ve been yours?”
A few snickers erupted and Stella heard the unmistakable noise of someone smacking someone else as if to shut him up.
“So what? You’re coming here to bitch and demand we get rid of the rad-bloods? And calling us stupid while you’re at it?” The boss continued, leaning a little lower as if to show off his height.
Despite standing in a literal crowd of men who were all bigger than her, Stella wasn’t afraid. She smirked, standing on her tiptoes to rise to their leader’s obvious challenge.
Stella hated when men used that damned word. Someone young as this guy hadn’t yet earned his way into using words like that. She almost wanted to tell him to take it back, but she didn’t. She instead glared, using her most stern and unapologetic expression. “I can bitch all I god damned want because you boys are good for nothing little rats hiding in the sewer while you let a stronger, more serious gang run around making you boys look like sorry jokes.”
The pretty-faced guy who led her in this dump winced behind her, and his leader’s hand shot out to clasp around Stella’s throat. Unlike the first night that she met this jerk- she didn’t feel trapped. She felt like she was in the grasp of a bully and a jerk... but not a cold-blooded killer who’d snap her neck right here in front of his groupies. The way his nostrils flared and the way his eyes seemed to darken amid glint in the orange lighting of the room didn’t read murder to her. It read more like amusement. Like this was the most interesting thing that had happened to him in a good long while. He was playing his part, being the tough big bad guy amongst his group of idiots because she mouthed off to him.
She stared down the raiders’ boss, noting his stupid flouncy hair and finding it a little funny that someone with such touchable hair was currently threatening her like this. Stella was a survivor if not a little lucky, and she’d been threatened by much worse than this tall stranger with bushy brows, a big goofy nose with those eyes that seemed to see her inside and out. She refused to break eye contact. He made her feel so helpless back on her kitchen floor. She didn’t want to give him that power ever again.
Whatever he saw in her expression had the corners of his mouth pulling into a smirk. He leaned close and Stella was almost alarmed like he might try to kiss her. She jerked her face away and a few chuckles sounded from the crowd.
“Fine.” He agreed flatly. “Maybe we can be persuaded into getting rid of the sons of bitches...” His tone was spoken low, almost as if to share his words only with Stella. His hand was still clasped around her throat and his thump pressed beneath her jaw, fingers tightening as if just to see if she’d squirm. Stella felt as if she’d won their staring contest even though he still held her by her throat.
Mister goofy-faced raider boss tilted his head to the side, “You want us to keep them from creeping on your farm, yeah? What’re you bringing to the table?”
“Bragging rights?” Stella tried, hoping that prodding his obvious ego might work.
“Not good enough sweetheart.” He shook his head, his smirk grew into a smile on his plush lips. No wonder he wore that ugly mask, Stella was sure that no one could take him seriously as a raider with a face like this. She wanted to laugh at the name he used to belittle her, it was cute considering that she was noticeably older than him. What sort of boy went around calling ladies who were probably old enough to be his mother sweetheart?
Stella scoffed. “What? I suppose you want me to suck your dick or something? Beg you, the big strong man to save my little old farm?” She fluttered her eyelashes sarcastically, speaking in a high-pitched annoying tone. “Please oh please, I-”
She wasn’t able to finish her sentence. The raider’s boss released his hand from her throat and crossed his arms. “Fine. Do a good job and we’ll make sure no one fucks with your shitty little farm again.” He sneered and stepped back. A few murmurs rolled through the crowd and Stella’s cheeks flushed hot at the realization that likely every single head was turned toward her. Watching for what she might do. The ball was in her court now, she threatened and demanded and he... simply agreed to her insult of an offer as if he didn’t think she’d go ahead with it.
One look at the bastard’s smug expression proved her suspicions. He clearly thought she’d spit more poisoned words and make an idiot out of herself for coming all the way here with nothing to barter with. He wanted to make her look stupid. He clearly didn’t think her words meant shit and Stella shot him one more challenging glare before she got to her knees. He wanted to make her look stupid and she refused to allow him to gain the upper hand. This bastard robbed her, broke her god damned doorway, and now? She was going to make him eat his god damned words.
She smirked at the brief look of surprise on his features. “So that's it then? That’s all it takes? I suck your dick-”
“-and do a good job.” The man with the bandanna around his neck and the pretty face helpfully added.
Stella sighed and reiterated. “I suck your dick, and you’ll clear out the rad-bloods and keep an eye on my farm?” While laying it all out in the open like that, it sounded way too easy. Of course, some jerk who liked making ladies feel small would jump at the first opportunity of a sexual favor. She almost felt like he was getting the butt end of the bargain here.
“Not fair-!” Someone yelled, suddenly pushing through some other bodies to step into the fray of men standing around her. This one was stockier in build with goggles over his eyes. He sported a full beard and his shirt was smudged with a dark oil stain.
“C’mon boss,” The bearded guy nearly whined, “You owe me remember? If anyone’s getting sucked off. I call dibs.”
The group’s leader rubbed a finger and thumb over his brow as if smoothing down a headache. Stella continued to kneel on the floor, setting her hands politely in her lap. She met his gaze and she watched a sly look spread over his features as if he’d suddenly come up with a grand idea. His eyes flicked toward hers and his smile turned predatory.
“Doesn’t seem fair to keep you to myself, sweetheart.” He reached to set his hand on the side of her head, his fingers pet her hair and the gesture was clearly supposed to be demeaning. It still seemed he was trying to psyche Stella out of her offer. He eyed the men surrounding him, looking left to right. “What d’ya think boys? We really should get the most bang for our buck huh? Since we’re doin’ her such a favor, shit should be equal right?”
More hooting followed, more fists banged against chests. There was a unanimous chorus of agreement and the jerk with his fingers in her hair tilted his chin toward Stella as if to show her that he’d played his final card and this was her last chance to throw in the towel.
“Fine.” Stella only nodded, not calling his bluff. If getting some two pump chump men off was all it took so that she could use them as cannon fodder to protect her home, then she surely could do a lot worse in exchange for being able to sleep safely at night. No one demanded to keep her here permanently, no one had thought to claim her land for themselves and simply do away with her either. These men wearing bits of mish-mashed paint-splattered armor might look like men, but they all had the minds of boys. The mere mention of oral had all of them stumbling over each other and bickering over who got such attention. Stella was sure that she was more than capable of handling this particular situation.
“Who’s up? Hurry. I want to sleep in my bed tonight and not worry about wandering creeps.” She placed her hands on her knees and then had the sudden thought to shrug off some of her clothes. Surely, things would just be easier if she wasn’t in her heavy road leathers and coat. She shrugged her coat off of her shoulders and removed her weapons along with her underlayer of armor. While she worked on unbuttoning her shirt- the stocky guy who bickered over who got her offered blowjob earlier took his opportunity to step right up.
Stella looked up to see him grinning like a moron, he looked as if he’d just won a million caps and his expression made her feel powerful. She rolled her eyes, “What? I have to get your dick out too?” She made no move to touch him and instead she finished with her shirt buttons. If she knew one thing about men, it was that the sight of a nice pair of tits made them about thirty percent dumber; and a hundred percent easier. She hoped things might go along faster if she showed off the girls and a nervous giggle snuck through her throat while she undid her bra. She heard someone mumble something that sounded like “Jesus Christ”.
Sitting on her knees shirtless amid fifteen horned up boys with their attention all centered on her might've once had her literally quaking in fear— But she was the furthest thing from scared right now. She felt in control. So much about life in the wasteland was completely uncontrollable, she’d drifted from place to place with simple survival in mind. Right here on her knees, she felt completely calm with a group of boys leering at her like they’d never seen a topless woman before. For once, she felt as if she was in charge of things and she was doing one easy thing in exchange for feeling safe in her home. Stella felt as if this was going to be more than easy.
Some of these guys might be virgins for all she knew and she felt a little naughty for what she was about to do. One handjob and then these boys were off to go murder some glowing irradiated monsters? Some of them might not return from the fight and one of the last things they might ever do would be finishing on her tits... Poor things would at least die having known the touch of a woman she supposed.
The bearded guy finally got his cock out and Stella was amused to see he was already hard. She wondered if it was her exposed tits or just the mere mention of a blowjob had him already swelling to full hardness. Nonetheless, Stella circled her fingers around the base of his cock and she gave him an upward stroke that had him sucking a cute breath of air through his teeth.
“Is this your first time hun?” Stella flicked her tongue out to tease the tip of it against the underside of his cockhead. There wasn’t any room for any sense of shame to arise, Stella willed herself to be quick and efficient. She looked up at him through his lashes, noticing that he was blushing bright red and already panting.
“N-no,” He stammered, swallowing hard.
Stella hummed a disbelieving noise while she sealed her lips around him, sucking with an obscene noise. Her lips traveled lower, taking him further into her mouth and she felt as if she could feel him pulsing on her tongue.
“Bullshit this isn’t your first time.” Came another voice. Within another moment another man approached. His belt jingled as he freed his cock and Stella wrapped her free hand around it without taking her attention away from the dick in her throat. She bobbed her head, stroking this new addition without spending a moment to look at who it belonged to. The cock in her mouth felt so hot on her tongue, each upward bob of her head had her tasting his precum that he helplessly leaked onto her mouth. She pulled off of him and a wet string of saliva connected her lips and the head of his twitching cock. The bearded guy choked out a groan at the sight and before she could further tease him, Stella was yanked by her hair to the other cock waving in her face. Apparently, he wasn’t satisfied with just her hand, he impatiently prodded at her lips and Stella almost wanted him to say please.
She didn’t though. She wanted this over as quickly as possible. The pushy guy’s dick was somewhat longer than the bearded one’s. She closed her eyes, taking him into her throat like she simply couldn't be bothered to snip at him for his pushiness. Stella nuzzled her nose against the curls at his groin, her throat flexed as swallowed around him and he jerked his hips, causing Stella to involuntarily gag. Both men she attended to seemed... unused to this. The bearded guy was overly hesitant while the pushy guy was overly eager, bucking into her throat as if he forgot she needed to breathe. She bobbed upward only for his hand in her hair to tighten as if to keep her from moving off of him. His hips pumped once again, pushing his dick into her throat and Stella took her hand from the bearded guy to tighten her fingers at the base of the pushy guy’s shaft, warning him to cut it out. The fucker had the audacity to whimper in response. Stella didn’t want to love this, but that noise was fucking delicious.
Stella pulled off of him to drag her tongue up and down his length, giving herself a moment’s break from his thrusting. His hips seemed to twitch as he desperately was holding himself back from fucking into her mouth. Stella almost wanted to let him do it if he’d make more of those cute little noises but she wasn’t convinced he wouldn’t accidentally choke her. She sat up on her knees just a bit, wanting to reposition herself on the hard concrete floor and the next thing she knew, desperate hands were grabbing at her tits. She wasn’t sure who they belonged to but it didn’t matter. She looked up through her eyelashes to notice that the idiot who so badly wanted to thrust into her throat had his head tossed back with his eyes screwed shut. She hadn’t even looked at his face until he was moments from coming.
Taking mercy on him, she oh so graciously sealed her lips around his cock once again. She focused on just the first few inches of him, bobbing her head quickly, sucking hard, and rubbing her tongue against the vein on the underside of his length. Her hand worked the rest of him, pumping in hard deliberate strokes that were slicked from her saliva. She’d been around the ringer enough to know how to speed things along. His hips stuttered once- twice and she released her hand to allow him to rut himself into her throat with a startled grunt of a noise.
“Ooh fuck.” He groaned in somewhat disbelief. In another moment- his cock twitched a jet of cum down her throat. Stella scrunched her eyes shut, fighting to breathe through her nose while her nose was forced against his pelvis as he came. Though she hadn’t tasted much of it, it went down hot and sticky when she swallowed. Stella felt as if the sheer heat of the fluid was marking her from the inside. Like this first load felt hot and heavy because she knew that this was the first of many that she was expected to take.
When he finally let her go, Stella pulled back with her eyes watering. He set a hand on her chin and Stella opened her mouth to stick her tongue out so he could slap his cockhead wetly against her tongue, playing with the cum she hadn’t yet had a chance to swallow. Stella rolled her eyes at the way he stared down at her, his eyes were focused on her mouth and his own dick. She wondered if he saw her at all or if he was simply enraptured by the fact that he just came in her mouth.
All the way until he blew his load, she hadn’t noticed that this particular raider was freckled over his entire face and what she could see of his arms. Realizing that she hadn’t even noticed what he looked like until after he was done using her had a surge of haughty arousal coursing through her. It was dirty, but she liked that she made this freckled jerk cum so quickly. She liked that he unabashedly took what he wanted because he was so turned on and needy that he used her in front of his friends and he didn’t even have the sense of shame to be embarrassed that he came so quickly. She felt achy between her thighs, empty and wet. Stella barely noticed that the bearded guy had his hand curled over hers as he frantically jerked himself off using her fist.
Her attention turned toward the poor thing she’d neglected and Stella reached to lift her breasts, offering them to him with a sly smile. “Right here big guy,” Her fingers sank into the creamy expanse of her tits and the next thing she knew, she was splattered with cum that just kept on going. She closed her eyes against the assault and she felt a streak of it land on her cheek, another splattering her chin. The poor thing apologized with a mumbled, “Oh fuck I’m sorry- F-fuck I’m sorry...”
Stella only could answer with a baffled giggle. She was glad that this guy hadn't finished in her throat like the other one, but his oh so helpless little sorries as he finished were entirely adorable. She peeked her eyes open once she felt him stop moving and she couldn’t help but press a cheeky little kiss to his dick as a goodbye. She smiled dumbly to herself as he retreated, someone squatted at her side and he dragged his fingers through the mess coating her like he’d been waiting for exactly this.
Stella watched the bearded guy’s cum drip down the hardened point of one of her nipples before she looked up at the crowd.
“Next?” She looked around, finding it a little funny she had to ask for someone to step up. The squatting guy seemed happy to squeeze and play with her tits, she noticed that a few members of the group were touching themselves. Stella noted that none of them were pacing themselves either. The hands she saw moved frantically, stroking themselves for pleasure and not to heighten the anticipation. This was going to be entirely too easy and she only smiled sweetly at the leader of the group who stood with his arms crossed, just staring at her like she was the only thing in the room. She still didn’t like him, but she liked the way he looked at her. From his expression, it seemed as if he was both annoyed and impressed she’d taken things so far without backing out.
As if her singular word was enough for the group to snap out of their stupor, a few guys pushed and fumbled for their way to the front of the jumble of bodies. A rather large cock was thrust in her face and Stella eyed the thing that sprouted from a rather unassuming skinny-looking guy wearing a fucking sack hood for some reason. She watched a thick vein seemingly throb before her eyes and a pearly bead of precum swelled from its tip. She pulled back his foreskin and messily licked away that bit of fluid, her eyes closing as if in bliss while she considered the dick in her hands. She decided then that she wasn’t going to be the only person in this room left unsatisfied. She didn’t want to give anyone the satisfaction of fucking her, she didn’t want to seem as if she needed to be fucked but she figured her jaw might get awful tired if she was going to blow all of them.
This wasn’t her losing the upper hand, this was only her deciding to speed things along. This was her utilizing everything she had, fighting not with weapons but finding another solution. She suddenly stood and the guy in the sack hood backed off as if she scared him. He seemed jumpy like a rad-stag and it was sort of cute. His stupid sack hood had a weird unhappy face drawn on it. Before he could scamper away, Stella shook her head and reached to give that big cock of his a few strokes. “I think,” She paused, giving the group a once-over. “I think I can move things faster if I take my pants off?”
“There's a mattress over that way.” Sackhood tilted his head to the corner of the room, and sure enough, there was a mattress seemingly covered by a big blanket. It didn’t look overly disgusting and that was enough for her. She left her clothes on the floor and stalked over to the mattress while she tried not to think that there were fifteen men watching her every move. Don’t you dare stumble, she scolded herself while ignoring the pins and needles in her legs.
“Down.” She pointed to the mattress and the guy in the sack-hood laid back without needing another word of instruction. A smile pulled at her lips, she so loved a man that took direction. He stroked himself lazily as she got her pants and boots off and she settled her knees at either side of his thighs with her back facing him. As soon as he was able to, he groped at her ass in both hands, pulling her cheeks apart to settle his cock in the crease. His hips thrust upward and he trapped his cock between her cheeks, fucking the cleft of them as if he was entirely enraptured by the sight of her ass and he hadn’t yet considered that she brought him here to sit on his cock.
She wasn’t going to beg, but hearing him grunt and moan while gripping her ass had Stella feeling as if she was going to soak his damned balls with how wet she was. She cocked her head toward the approaching crowd, silently inviting whoever was brave enough to step up. She noticed the heavy balls of one of the guys closest to herself, another poor thing was so fucking hard and thick that his cock couldn’t even stand up and proud like the others... Stella gladly took that one between her lips and her jaw stretched wide while she worked him into her mouth. He hadn’t seemed all that big and intimidating until her jaw was simply refusing to take any more. She pulled back, lips sealing around just the tip of him while she stroked the huge length of him with both hands. Her tongue desperately flicked the big guy’s frenulum because it was all she could do.
“Either stick you damned prick in her or fuck off.” The guy in her mouth grumbled toward the sack-hooded boy beneath her who was still desperately squeezing his cock between her ass. Someone else approached with a similar complaint, his voice was deep and gravelly as if there was some sort of permanent wound to his throat.
Tears pricked at Stella’s eyes as she still tried to take the enormous cock further into her mouth. She knew she didn’t have to work so hard, but she was determined. Hadn’t she said she’d do a good job? She was a woman of her word and she wasn’t going to give these jerks any reason to go back on their promise.
Hands lifted her by her armpits and in the next moment, the sack hooded boy’s shaft was pressed against where she wanted him as if someone had enough of his fumbling with her ass and took matters into their own hands. Stella moaned in relief, and she wasn’t embarrassed to hear the noise. He felt so fucking good just settled against her, she felt him grip her firmly at her hip, his fingers sinking into her flesh as he rubbed himself against her folds, teasing her clit as he did so. Stella stuttered out another moan around the obtrusive length fighting to force its way deeper into her mouth.
“She’s wet-” Sackhood sat up, he snaked an arm around her waist and his other hand reached between her legs to feel with his fingers. It was beginning to feel downright cruel that this jerk was playing with her like this, using her for his pleasure and lazily rubbing the sides of her pussy with his thick cock just settled against her core. He touched her slowly like he was simply amazed that she was soaking wet and Stella pulled off of the dick in her mouth to shudder out another moan. She wasn’t going to beg, she wasn’t going to ask for anything. She was not going to give this lot of morons the satisfaction of thinking she wanted them. But god damn it, she felt so empty right then, she dragged this idiot here to fuck him and he had the god damned nerve to play with her and not give her what she wanted? Were there not ten more idiots who’d gladly take his place? She wiggled her hips, deliberately grinding herself against Sack-hood’s cock. As he gasped a noise, his arm around her waist tightened its grip and he stilled while Stella desperately rolled her hips, hoping he’d get the god damned invitation.
The big guy standing above her reached down to deliver a harsh swat to the side of the boy beneath her’s sack-hooded head. Apparently, he got the memo easier than the Sack-hooded guy did that Stella wanted his stupid dick inside of her.
“I told you.” The big guy warned, “Stick your fucking cock in her or fuck off.” His voice turned steely and it had no business sounding that good. Stella’s lips traveled up and down his length in thanks, she reached to massage his balls. Just as she did- finally the boy beneath her was positioning himself. Just the initial stretch of the first inch of him pressing inside had Stella losing her composure. The feeling of emptiness overtook her and she couldn’t stand this god damned teasing for another moment. The guy beneath her twitched and shivered, seemingly trying to get used to the feeling of being inside of her but she didn’t give a shit to let him acclimate. She widened her kneel and angled her hips, fucking back onto him and forcing his length inside before he could start doing some other stupid shit.
Once he was inside, balls deep and throbbing. Stella swallowed a groan of genuine relief. She rolled her body, not yet lifting off of him but grinding her clit against the base of his cock. She flexed her walls around him, wanting to feel him deeply as possible and she felt Sackhood damned near trembling beneath her. With an arm around her waist and the other at her hip, sitting at a kneel, Stella didn’t have the best range of movement but she didn’t care. He felt impossibly thick and full inside of her, she wondered what the other men saw. Standing in front of the mattress they’d see her swollen and pink, stretched around this maddeningly thick cock that refused to fuck her even though she felt like she might explode if he didn’t.
He pulled back, barely pulling out before ramming himself back in, grinding himself inside of her as if the sensation of out and in was too much. Stella reached for the dick she’d been working on, the one that belonged to her savior that finally forced this moron inside of her but she found someone else in his sudden absence. She looked and found him close by, sitting on some raggedy armchair with a filthy look on his face, he twisted his hand while stroking himself slow and steady.
“Don’t worry, I’m just waiting to fuck you like you need after dumbass down there blows his load.” He winked.
His confidence should’ve been annoying, but his words had her moaning again. Sackhood felt wonderful inside of her but his thrusts were frustratingly teasing. He only managed these short- little movements, and he buried his stupid sack-hood against her shoulder blades with his arms tightly keeping her still so she couldn’t take matters into her own hands. She did what she could for her own pleasure, tightening and flexing around him to feel him throb and to hear him whimper behind her. Stella was grateful for the men crowding her, their needs gave a nice distraction to the moron inside of her. It was genuinely a crime against nature that such a beautiful cock was attached to the world’s most hesitant lover.
With someone balls deep in her throat and her hands kept busy with two more... Stella was caught off guard by the sudden long, stroking thrusts that rammed inside of her in quick succession as if something snapped in Sackhood’s brain and he finally figured out that you were supposed to thrust when you fucked someone or something. From his unpatterned movements and the way he was gasping behind her, pulling her body down to meet his thrusts- she knew he was about to cum. Stella briefly worried about some stranger of unknown origin coming inside of her, she hadn’t even seen his damned face- but she wasn’t about to make him pull out now that he finally was fucking her like she wanted.
She rested her forehead on a raider’s abdomen while unable to keep blowing him as Sackhood fucked her from below. His balls thwacked against her clit every so often and she cried out in genuine frustration when he finally came inside, flooding her cunt with a rush of heat. Stella barely noticed someone frantically jerking off above her, she only noticed he was about to cum when she was grabbed by her hair to splatter her face with his release.
“A-almost there.” The guy whose abdomen she’d been taking a breather on panted, she noticed his cock was flushed a deep red enough that it seemed painful. Poor thing, she’d probably been accidentally edging him with her distraction of being fucked. He thrust her mouth with a moan and Stella was jealous of his relief. She endured his desperate thrusts into her poor battered throat, and he curled over her head, stomach flexing as he stiffened up with his release. Drool dripped helplessly down her chin, each of his little bunny thrusts were drawing more cum and saliva to drip from her chin to roll obscenely down her breasts. Despite the mess that the men were making of her, all Stella could focus on was remembering how to breathe through her nose.
With Sackhood seemingly dead, lying spread-eagled beneath her and the guy in her throat only pulling out when he began to soften; Stella was edging closer and closer toward demanding that someone hurry up and fuck her. How many of the group had she gotten off at this point? Mister clingy who just recently came in her throat combed his fingers through her hair and she leaned into the touch, she felt... appreciated for all that she’d done. Perhaps she wouldn’t feel too bad for any of this lot if they were to die fighting off the enemy raiders on her behalf...
“Anybody ever tell you that you’re fucking gorgeous?” The clingy guy wiped at her messy face, his expression could only be described as downright awe. He winked at her before stepping away.
The deep-voiced stranger from earlier nudged at Sackhood with his boot, and he was smart enough to scram. She watched him cutely try to pick up his pants that he’d bunched at his thighs, he walked a little bow legged as if she drained his lifeforce straight out of his balls.
“Lay back,” The cocky guy with the deep voice equipped with a dick to match the attitude commanded. Stella was happy to comply. She planted her feet firmly on the mattress, proudly displaying her fucked open and sloppy pussy that still dripped Sackhood’s cum. She partly wondered if the sight might’ve grossed the guy out, but she caught him licking his damned lips like a pervert.
He didn’t need any further invitation. He didn’t need to be told what to do or to be goaded into it. Her legs spread to accommodate his form. Stella hooked her legs around his back as he positioned himself, rubbing his thick cock through her messy folds before he eased himself inside with one confident thrust.
Needing no build-up, he began to fuck her hard and steady, she could feel his ass flexing beneath her heel and his attractive voice translated well to his masculine grunts of pleasure. Stella felt as if she was coming out of her skin with each drag of him inside of her. She writhed beneath him, near screaming as he fucked her with deep pounding thrusts. Sackhood’s cum spilled out of her, coating the big guy’s shaft and dripping down to his balls but the raider didn’t seem to care.
“That’s what you needed huh? This what you like, baby?” He spoke lowly, his voice raking over her and making her nipples feel tight. Stella only nodded, she could barely think. If she was in her right mind she might’ve told him to shut up, but his cock was rubbing and grinding against somewhere that had spots of white appearing in her vision, sparking behind her closed eyes. He reached between her legs and slowly, so fucking slowly- he rolled her clit between his thumb and forefinger in a way that had Stella downright mewling.
Just as the pleasure seemed to peak, her stomach jolting with the telltale sign or her impending orgasm.. the asshole delivered a little smack to the bundle of nerves that had her eyes shooting open with a startled whimper warbling out of her throat.
“Hey!” Stella’s body jolted as he did it again. She pushed at his chest, anger flushing her face.
“What? You don’t like that?” He snickered, a sudden nastiness encompassing his so far attractive voice.
She shook her head no. Stella internally grumbled that this guy who fucked like a fucking angel just had to ruin things by smacking her clit like an asshole.
“I think you’re lying, baby...” He slowly rubbed her clit in a circular motion, his pounding thrusts slowed to long, drawn-out movements that forced her to feel every inch and swell of his cock. The sparks in her eyes felt ticklish as if there was too much and too little at the same time making all of her senses sensitive and alight.
The raider sucked a breath in through his teeth, throat flexing as if doing his best to keep his voice even.
“Every time I do this-” He used four fingers to deliver a harsh but brief tap to her clit once again, enunciating his point with a rough thrust. “-You tighten up and,” He did it again and again, harshly slapping her clit and giving her confusing strikes of near painful pleasure. “You get so fucking wet. I bet I can make you cum like this.” He winked, dripping confidence and with a smug expression on his lips. His body felt somewhat oppressive, Stella felt as if there was no escaping his mean game but a secret part of her didn’t want to. He felt so good inside of her, her mind wanted to register the spanking to her clit as something good, something she wanted.
“What d’ya think boys? Think I can make her cum like this?” He suddenly goaded the crowd, and that nastiness arose in his voice once again.
A few hoots and hollers responded to his taunts. Some mumbled words arose that Stella didn’t register. She wondered why this particular raider was allowed one on one time with her, but she supposed she didn’t care to learn about the hierarchy and dynamics of these paint-splattered boys who were playing at being raiders. It didn’t matter. If he was their token prince who got all the good stuff before everyone else, she didn’t care as long as he hurried up and stopped fucking playing with her.
He raised himself on his knees and pulled her ass up, his thrusts began to drive downward and he alternated rubbing her clit to delivering mean little swats that had her yelping and whimpering at each sudden impact. She felt short of breath, the position had her feeling so full she felt as if she could feel his cock at the back of her throat. Her brain couldn’t keep up with what felt good and what didn't, what was too much and too little. It was hard to remember to be upset with the guy inside of her while his cock was making her see stars and keeping any rational thoughts far from her mind.
The raider inside of her was easy on the eyes and yet he seemed to like to make her fucking squirm. He seemed to like making her whine and whimper. It was completely unfair that he could be so downright handsome, all burly and big… he had the sort of dick that people sung fucking songs about, and yet he was seemingly getting off on her discomfort. His grip on one of her thighs tightened and Stella wondered if he was close.
With one more swat to her clit, she was seizing up with a shriek that she didn’t know she was capable of making. Her orgasm was sudden and fierce, ripping through her body and making blood pound in her ears. She curled in on herself and she felt her leg fucking shaking while she a rush of fluid gushed from her pussy to soak the front of the big asshole’s shirt.
“That’s it, baby. Nothing to be ashamed of,” He continued to run his mean god damned mouth, his words dripping like liquid smoke. “You’re gorgeous when you cum. So fucking hot.”
His praise washed over her and his pace sped as he chased his own pleasure, Stella could only whimper in reaction to his thrusts. She was vaguely aware of smaller bursts of wetness spilling between their bodies, with her own fluid and what was left of Sackhood’s cum and she could only imagine what she looked like to the leering onlookers. She probably looked fuck drunk and filthy, she knew she had cum in her hair, and she knew that her tits were covered in dried cum and saliva. She knew that her voice was beginning to sound hoarse, but everything this particular jerk gave her had her body near begging for more. She wanted to come again, she wanted him to come inside of her. She wanted him to do whatever mean things to her that he wanted to do if it meant she’d get to cum so hard she saw stars again.
Unfortunately, in another moment he was gripping onto her hips for dear life while he twitched inside of her. He didn’t make a noise of warning, he only slammed into her one last time and held her tightly as he came. He finished with a rumbling groan that stuttered out into a laugh. To her surprise, he leaned over her body to kiss her on the forehead. Stella couldn’t be sure what that was supposed to mean, was it supposed to be demeaning? Was that his odd way of thanks? When he pulled out, a sloppy noise accompanied the movement and Stella’s face burned in shame for the first time tonight as if shame itself found an in only after her brains were partly fucked out.
Thick fingers pumped into her as if playing with his cum or pushing it back inside and then she felt him rub his hands against her thighs, just touching her like he couldn’t get enough. She rubbed at her face as if trying to smooth away the embarrassment she felt at the idea that the cocky guy was likely showing off what he’d done to the crowd of onlookers.
“Finished?” Footsteps approached, and Stella recognized this guy’s voice as her guide from earlier. The pretty-faced guy with the bandanna around his neck and the stupid Bostonian accent. He’d taken his hat off now, exposing shaggy hair that seemed to have been cut by some sort of butcher. It threw off his pretty face, his long and elegant eyelashes seemed strange in comparison to his awful haircut.
“Yeah yeah. Done. Your turn.” The show-off unceremoniously pulled his fingers out of her before clapping a hand against her thigh as if just to make her jump. Stella was once again taken aback by that guy’s entire demeanor. He seemed like the biggest asshole out of everyone so far, but she knew for a fact that no one had ever made her cum like that before.
She glared at his retreating form, her shaking legs readied themselves for Prettyboy to settle between them but he laid at her side instead. He grabbed at one of her tits and buried his face against the other. He trapped his hips against her side and he used his free hand to grip her thigh.
“I’ve wanted to touch these since I laid eyes on ‘em earlier.” He whispered, “...had to wait my damned turn though.” He nuzzled into her breast, his tongue snaked out as if he couldn’t help himself and it flicked against her nipple before he continued, “You’re stayin’ all alone on that shitty assed farm with tits like these? Miss, you’re gonna get yourself killed.” He finally sealed his lip around her nipple, grinding his hips against her side while he groped and kneaded her other breast.
Stella found it oddly cute that out of everything he could possibly do to her, this was what he chose. When someone else knelt at her other side, rudely smacking her cheek with his dick, Prettyboy barely reacted to her sitting up to rest on her elbows. He barely reacted when someone else took advantage of her spread legs and he seemed to hold onto her thigh to assist the guy currently fucking her if anything.
The guy between her thighs was a two-pump chump. After what seemed to be less than a minute, he pulled out and frantically jerked himself to spill over her pussy, she felt his cum hot and dripping down, further adding to the mess between her legs. Prettyboy’s insistent sucking at her tits was nearly ticklish, but she reached to pet his hair when she had a free hand. Out of everyone so far, he was the most pleasant. Definitely the gentlest out of everyone. She had to take her hand from his hair to hold herself up again as someone else knelt to have his dick sucked.
This newcomer wore some weird hood with goggles over the fabric. He smelled like smoke and gun oil and his cock had a musky, heavy sort of taste... It should’ve been disgusting but he tasted good in a way that had Stella wondering if the cocky guy with the deep voice truly had fucked her brains out. She moaned when the musky-smelling guy came on her lips and tongue, she swallowed his cum and mourned that he finished so quickly. These recent few raiders were finishing quickly with barely any effort needed on Stella’s part. They’d probably started jerking off as soon as she was sitting on her knees earlier.
Still. It didn’t seem fair that she was literally covered in come, had it coating her on the inside and out... and yet she’d only come once. Stella sat up, and she watched Prettyboy’s eyes that were glassy yet still unfairly pretty. He smiled at her like she wasn’t covered in filth and Stella was genuinely annoyed by his stupid fucking hair and the way that she named him Prettyboy in her head.
“I’m going to ride you.” She told him without feeling the need to ask. Prettyboy frantically nodded and he scrambled to lower his waistband further. Stella didn’t even care to look at his cock before she was straddling his hips, blindly reaching between their bodies to line him up. She sank down on him with a pleased sigh. He wasn’t obtrusive and thick like some of the others, she rocked her hips and bit her lower lip as the curve of his shaft rubbed against that delicious yet evasive spot that the cocky jerk battered to hell earlier. Stella’s body felt overall exhausted, but Prettyboy felt so good inside of her, like a soothing balm embodied by such a pretty face. It felt wonderful to take some situational semblance of control. She liked that Prettyboy was seemingly happy to let her use him, he guided her hips, thrusting only when he couldn’t seem to help himself and he was soon pulling her down to bury his face in her tits again.
She nearly lost herself in the comfortable rhythm set between them. His teeth grazed one of her nipples and the hint of pain had her moaning, tightening around his cock with her orgasm beginning to build in her core, burning like embers coming to life. It was a subtle feeling, warm and gaining strength. But of course, someone else came to shake things up. Prettyboy didn’t react when someone settled between his knees. He didn’t react when a body curled over Stella’s back. She noticed stupid hair and an ugly fucking rat tail. This one had expressive eyebrows and pouty lips. She felt that she must be losing her fucking mind because one of her first thoughts about the stranger crowding her was about kissing him.
“Think you can handle one more?” He said teasingly, his breath smelled like whiskey and Stella crinkled her nose at the invading odor.
Without waiting for her to answer, Prettyboy was easing her to lay flat with her torso pressed to his. Stella wiggled her hips, grinding his cock deep inside of herself while the new guy positioned behind her. She’d already been fucked six ways to Sunday, it was alarming but she’d given up worrying over how many men came inside of her today. Therefore she felt that it was pointless to worry about taking two at once.
Whiskeybreath used his fingers to spread her pussy and Stella didn’t even want to think about the mess he’d see. So far none of these men seemed disgusted. If anything, they all seemed more than eager to fuck her while she was stuffed full of their friends’ cum. The initial penetration of just the tip of Whiskeybreath’s dick had Stella yelping in shock. She felt her body tensing up as if it was more alarmed than her brain had the capability of feeling, but Prettyboy rubbed at her back. His large hands smoothed over the expanse of her skin, soothing her when he really didn’t have to. He was entirely too cute. Stella found herself a little vexed that Prettyboy was a raider at all. There was no way in hell this guy rubbing her back, mumbling to her that she was okay, calling her Miss... he couldn’t possibly be a fucking raider. If he tried to rob her or threaten her, she might just simply give him what he wanted because of that unfairly pretty face. His touch made Whiskeybreath’s dick go in a little easier, and finally- he bottomed out with a breathy chuckle.
Stuffed full of two cocks, Stella felt as if she was just about to crawl out of her skin. She felt like her mind was just about to check out entirely. The gentle thing that had been building inside of her by Prettyboy’s gentle demeanor and his allowance in letting her ride him awoke into a burning, demanding flame, erupting with a roar at the sudden overwhelming sensation of Whiskeybreath pulling out to begin fucking her in earnest. Prettyboy kept still and Stella watched him grit his teeth, his eyes shut tightly but his mouth soon hung open as if he forgot to close it. Was she tighter like this? Was it the sensation of another man’s cock rubbing against his that was making his eyes near roll back into his head? She wanted to ask him, she wanted to tease him because she just knew he’d love it... but when she opened her mouth to speak, the noise that left her throat was a keening, whimpering cry that was nearly pathetic with its broken cadence and stuttered end.
“Are you gonna be our whore now?” Whiskeybreath spoke jarringly, his thrusts were quick bursts of movement because of their positioning. But each one drew out more and more pathetic whines that Stella couldn’t keep in no matter how hard she tried. She felt so full, she felt like she was stretched to her limit but the needy creature she’d awoken inside of herself wanted more, she wanted someone to touch her clit, she wanted someone to grab her throat and tell her how fucking good she was making them feel.
“Can’t talk? Too much cock? Your mouth’s not busy princess...” Whiskeybreath teased, there was no malice in his tone, but he sure did seem to like running his mouth.
Soon enough, someone approached and Stella let him feed her his cock, moaning as if its weight on her tongue was adding to the pressure of everything inside of her. Prettyboy’s cries were gorgeous. She wanted to bottle them up and keep them. Whiskeybreath’s teasing words had goosebumps rising on her skin but she didn’t want to shut him up. He was mean and she liked it. It helped remind her that this lot were raiders no matter their pretty faces and eager attitudes. She was fucking them to coerce them into keeping her safe and getting rid of the glowing creeps. She wasn’t fucking them for fun. She was only complying to make things easier for herself.
“That’s okay baby, I know it’s hard to think.” He enunciated his point with a thrust, he sighed the sort of noise you might make after taking a drink of cold water. The noise was almost bored, he sounded as if he was trying to remain unphased, unpleasured by her body. Like fucking her was just the same as any other pleasure. Like she wasn’t special.
“You don’t need to think. You just need to take us like a good little whore,” Whiskeybreath taunted, he pulled back and slowly sheathed himself back inside, causing Prettyboy to whimper beneath her.
“Gonna get you so fucked up like this... make you fucking want us.” He continued with his hand on her hip gripping tighter. His free hand left her body in favor of delivering a harsh spank to her ass, the noise of the impact had her jumping as if in fear and Stella had to keep from biting down on the poor guy she was blowing.
“Think if I make you cum hard enough, you’ll come back whenever you need a good fuck? Maybe you’ll let us mosey on down to your shitty little farm whenever we need to get our dicks wet?” Whiskeybreath mocked her accent and spanked her again. Stella swallowed around the cock in her throat, deliberately ignoring Whiskeybreath’s bullying. Her throat muscles tightened around the cock in her throat and she reached with a shaking hand to grip his balls, she squeezed; playing with them while Whiskeybreath continued his tirade.
“Seems to me you make a better whore than a farmer. Look at you. If I told you to gargle his fucking balls right now you’d do it huh?”
As if Whiskeybreath’s words puppeted her body, Stella bobbed her head upward and looked up at the quiet guy belonging to the cock in her throat as if for permission to do exactly what Whiskeybreath taunted. He nodded, seemingly a less talkative fellow than the man behind her. Stella pinned his cock against his stomach with her hand and she opened her mouth wide to suck one of his balls into her mouth. The musky tang on her tongue had her rolling her hips back, she was so fucking close, she might be persuaded to do fucking anything at this point if it meant someone would take mercy on her and make her come.
“See? Fucking perfect.” Whiskeybreath seemed to speak to someone else, but Stella wasn’t sure who. “We’re gonna kill those glowing shithead bastards just for you little whore. Bet you’re gonna be real grateful yeah?”
Stella nodded while she sucked on the quiet guy’s sac, stroking his dick over her face as she worshiped his balls as she’d been goaded into. She worked him as if in hope he might tell her she was doing a good job, she wondered if he might tell Whiskeybreath to shut the fuck up.
“Fuh... fuck-!” Prettyboy moaned, suddenly spasming beneath her. His hips desperately twitched even though he could barely thrust. Whiskeybreath sped his thrusts and by some grace of a higher power, they both came nearly simultaneously. The sensation of the two cocks throbbing and flooding her pulled her over the edge and Stella cried out, her arm desperately clung to the quiet guy’s hip and she buried her face in his groin while her orgasm rolled over her, thundering in strength and making her walls tighten and ripple around the overstimulated men inside of her. Her body was set alight with sensation and Whiskeybreath- damn him... He began thrusting again without any sense of buildup. His hips slammed into her backside and his balls smacking her made an audible obscene noise that was wet and sticky seeming from all of the cum he was gushing out of her by his thrusts.
Stella could only uselessly wail, tears pricked in her eyes and she closed her teeth on the flesh of the quiet guy’s hip to shut herself up. Prettyboy writhed beneath her, his eyes were wide and a near pained expression bloomed on his pretty face.
Whiskeybreath came for the second time with a ragged breath, his length twitching and adding to the jolting sense of too much. Through all of the overstimulation, Stella wished she could’ve seen his face as he buried himself as deep as possible one last time to drain himself. She felt him throb and swell inside of her, and it was a miracle she could feel anything at all after she’d taken so much. There was a heady sense of satisfaction licking over her skin while Whiskeybreath slumped over her back once he finished. Whiskeybreath rambled like he needed to run his mouth at all times, she liked that he was silent now, only wincing like he’d pushed himself too far.
“Open.” The so far silent guy commanded, he hadn’t said a word to her until now. Stella released her teeth to notice that she’d left deep indents in his skin. He hadn’t at all complained that she was gnawing on him and Stella opened her mouth, sticking her tongue out while her body was still trying to figure out if she was going to pass out or not. She gladly let him fuck her face, Stella was too tired to protest much of anything. Everything was fading into a thick haze of drowned sensation. She couldn’t feel anything but the steady throb of her overused and exhausted cunt along with the sweat and cum covering every inch of skin felt as if it was seeping through her to creep into every crevice and hidden place in her body, marking her and making all of this an unforgettable, unignorable instance of her weakening resolve.
Prettyboy began mouthing at her tits again, and damn it he was so cute. Her fuck-drunk mind wanted to keep him. Probably some others too. Maybe bearded guy... And stupid hair guy... Um, maybe that guy who smelled like smoke and gun oil too... Maybe even the jerk with the big dick who liked to do mean things to her. Sackhood she’d definitely keep... someone needed to teach the poor thing how to use the gift he was born with. Hell, she’d keep Whiskeybreath too for when she wanted someone to talk her back down to earth...better just keep the lot she supposed.
She was so tired. She could barely keep her eyes open when the last raider pulled out to splatter her face in his release. He sounded so cute when he came. He was so quiet in comparison to Whiskeybreath, she liked that she’d made him feel good enough that he’d forgotten about his apparent vow of silence. All that masculine, demanding demeanor melted to pieces as he coated her face in cum.
“You’re cute.” She heard herself drunkenly say and she swore she saw the guy’s cheeks flush pink as if he hadn’t just painted her with cum. She could barely keep her head up, Whiskeybreath rolled off of her to sprawl on the filthy mattress and she was pretty sure that Prettyboy was only kept alive by his obsessive fascination with her tits. Maybe he was eating her lifeforce or something... Maybe that’s why she felt so tired…
A throat suddenly cleared above her and Stella’s tired eyes focused on a pair of boots. The same boots that the jerk pinned her to her kitchen floor with. She trailed her gaze up the body of the raiders’ boss. The very first one she met.
“Stand up for me sweetheart.” His voice was commanding, Stella wondered why he liked that word so much. She still couldn’t tell if he was trying to belittle her by the pet name. She stood on shaking legs and the boss man bent at the knees to be closer to her height. Usually, that kind of thing pissed her off, but he reached and set a warm hand against her cheek. The touch was almost affectionate.
“Sweetheart,” He repeated, his thumb rubbing her cheek while his other hand came to the back of her head. He grabbed her like she was some sort of doll to play with, his touch wasn’t mean but it was stifling. It left her feeling paralyzed, like her shaking legs didn’t dare quake because this stranger’s presence spoke louder than any verbal command could. She felt glued to the spot, Stella felt a little unbalanced with the fact that he was fully clothed, composed and petting her while she was naked, filthy and exhausted.
After a moment spent allowing his touch, Stella swallowed hard. “Your turn now huh?”
He nodded slowly, that sly smile of his appearing as if he'd been waiting for her to make a move and he was pleased with her answer to his unspoken dare. Stella was grateful for the little moment spent just petting her. Unbalanced and tired as she felt, she felt like he’d at least allowed her the opportunity of calling things off yet again. For a guy who robbed her, he didn’t seem all that keen on taking things from her. Atleast... taking things like this.
“Where...?” Stella turned a bit to notice that the mattress was occupied by her three previous lovers. Whiskeybreath was fucking asleep somehow, laying flat on his stomach with his pale ass sticking out of his baggy, paint splattered paints. God, he was stupid. Stella thought for the second time tonight that she wanted to cut that awful rat tail off. Prettyboy sat with his back against the wall, resting an elbow on his knee and seemingly unembarrassed that his dick was just out and about. Stella hadn’t noticed until now that the quiet guy was naked save for his socks.
The sight had a silly laugh leaving her. All of her walls were torn down, she didn’t have it in her to keep the laugh down, it was a goofy guffaw of a noise. She heard the raiders’ boss chuckle as well at the scene, he set a hand between her shoulder blades and he bent to scoop her into his arms, cradling the back of her knees before Stella could protest against being carried.
The goofy-faced raider cradled her to his body as he walked. His body was hard and warm against her, she felt small in his arms and this time she wasn’t upset about the way he made her feel small. She wanted to burrow into him and sleep. She was absolutely sure that her nightmare monsters couldn’t come and creep on her with this guy around. Everything about him was big, from his nose to his ears to the arms that carried her like a princess. He was sort of a hulking shadow of a guy. He’d be scary if not for his big goofy features. Stella wasn’t sure where he was taking her, but as long as he wasn’t dumping her back outside; she didn’t care.
“Look at the lotta’ em.” His eye roll was audible, the raider carried her toward a loveseat that sat upon stacked up old tires toward the darker corner of the large concrete room. Some road signs were arranged around it as well as a few lanterns. It was some kind of shitty throne and Stella imagined the lot of these morons collecting things to make an appropriate effigy to their guy that they for some reason listened to. He had a nice voice she supposed, all gravelly and deep... maybe he wasn’t all that bad to listen to.
As he carried her, Stella observed the room that she’d completely thrown into chaos. Her pants and shoes were near the mattress she’d just gotten off of, the rest of her clothes were strewn about where she’d tossed them off and everywhere she looked were the men she’d gotten off in various states of weakness. She saw Sackhood lazily masturbating, holding her fucking panties wrapped around his dick, and her tired- so tired mind decided that it was cute and not at all creepy to see this little guy with his creepy hood jerking off in a dark corner using her panties. She liked that she’d likely taken his virginity, he came inside of her, and then he had to watch her get fucked by more and more men while he touched himself in the corner. The guy that came directly after him made her gush as she came. Poor thing, she thought as his hand stilled. He probably thought he found a quiet place away from the crowd.
“Go on baby.” Stella blew him a kiss, she felt bubbly and well past exhaustion. She wasn’t allowed any time to note his reaction while the man carrying her walked past him.
His grip tightened somewhat as climbed the tires. “Think you might’a killed Colt back there. Some raiders huh?”
He sat on his throne and effortlessly settled Stella on his lap. She wanted to just snuggle against him while he pet her as he’d done earlier. “Who’s Colt?” She sleepily mumbled, her eyes felt heavy and her body ached.
“Mouthy, annoying little bastard.” The boss mouthed against her throat, his hands traveling up her spine before settling back down to grab handfuls of her ass.
“Oh. Whiskeybreath rat tail guy.” Stella agreed wholeheartedly with the boss’s description. She nodded along with her words, sighing while relaxed against a solid chest. She tilted her head back while the boss nipped at her throat, grazing his teeth against her jugular. He pressed them into her skin, showing her that he could bite her, hurt her... but Stella called his bluff, arching into him and baring her throat with a little sigh.
“Mmhm,” he drawled, tongue trailing her throat before he nipped at her jaw. “Nothing scares you huh sweetheart?” He dug his fingers into her ass, hard enough as if he was daring her to say no. Like he was going to tell her that she should be scared.
Stella didn’t answer. She only wanted to melt into his touch, her thigh muscles pulsed in angry over-exerted throbs and his warm hands were a nice distraction. She almost expected him to say something rude, but he trailed his lips over her jaw, kissing her while he guided her hips to grind down against his lap. “You usually fuck your way into what you want?” His voice rumbled like he was unable to get the words out without a laugh.
“No,” She moaned as he threaded his fingers through her hair, grabbing a handful. He kissed the corner of her mouth softly, just barely pressing his lips against her skin, and the barely-there touch had her moaning again. No one kissed her tonight. She hadn’t wanted them to. If the group’s leader asked her verbally whether or not she wanted to be kissed, she would’ve given him a pouty no just on the principle of the matter. Before her mind could catch up with her- she tilted her head and met his lips, feeling light and bubbly in the center of her chest.
This guy was absolutely unfair. He touched her like she was a treasured thing. Like he’d fought long and hard to claim her. His hands were near reverent, rubbing her thighs, setting on the center of her back with his fingers splayed wide. His kiss was claiming, his lips against hers were weighty... near forceful but his tongue slipped between her lips, tasting her like he needed it. He groaned into her mouth, and Stella felt as if everywhere his fingers traced bled almost numbing warmth in their wake. Commanding the ache in her body to quiet as he replaced it with his touch. While sitting atop the lap of a relative stranger, bared to all of his little groupies after they used her; fucked her, and helped themselves to her body... She felt beautiful.
“Never met a girl like you before,” he mumbled against her lips as he pulled away. His tone was that of wonderment, a little confusion mixed in like he was genuinely trying to understand her. Stella’s eyes took a moment to open and she almost wanted to say the same to him.
“What’s that mean?” She leaned into him again, seeking his lips and not really caring to hear his answer.
The raider instead pulled her bottom lip between his teeth, his hands finally found the front of her body and he pinched one of her nipples, tugging on it to hear her surprised intake of breath.
“Brave and fucking crazy.” He answered honestly, “-Thought you were kinda hot when you hit me with a fuckin’ bat but you just had to c’mere and fuck all my boys huh? Show me who’s boss?” The raider laughed, he eased her legs to spread a little wider and he reached to swirl two fingers against her clit, starting with light- easy circles.
His touch was teasing and soft, his fingers felt good with just the barely-there touches, but her hips wanted to jolt away from him instinctually. Stella felt as if she couldn’t take another thing, but his voice seemed to drip liquid heat into her, spreading throughout her body. She wasn’t sure if she was wet or if his slicked fingers came from the general state of mess between her thighs.
“Dripping cum onto my fucking pants and I can’t even be pissed.” He growled, arousal making his voice thick. “Bet you’d clean it up if I asked huh sweetheart? Blink up at me with those pretty eyes like you need to be told you’re doing a good job.” The teasing tone of his still felt halfway between a joke and a threat, but right now Stella liked it. It felt uniquely him, like out of everyone she’d nicknamed and out of all of their traits, it was the raiders’ boss who was the most distinctive out of all of them. She felt as if his voice and the way he touched her commanded everyone else to the back of her conscious thoughts because right now, she was all his. No matter everything she did tonight, at this moment she was his alone. Stella liked the feeling. She felt... special. She felt as if it was only by his allowance that he gave her to his boys- but above all, she was all his. No wonder they seemed to revere the guy. He let them play with his toy first.
“Do you like that idea baby?” He schmoozed, clearly enjoying the way she was eating up everything he gave her. Stella knew he had an ego, she noted it within the first few words spoken to this guy back in her kitchen. She liked that his ego seemed to grow and restrict around her, pulling her down to his level and keeping her right where he wanted her. She could feel him hard beneath her ass, some dirty part of her was frustrated that he was still clothed. Everyone else had been so easy. The boss seemed to want to play with her.
“Y’listening sweetheart?”
Stella nodded, moaning as he gave her clit a particularly hard swipe. She tried to apologize but words were far from her, her tongue felt uncooperative and the only noises she could make were desperate little pants as she ground down against his cock. Her body was begging even though she couldn’t make her lips cooperate. She was too tired, too close to total exhaustion, her body ached and the achiness was replaced with an empty need that amplified alongside the tired throb of her well-used, well-fucked cunt.
“You wanna be my good girl?” He teased, kissing her again like he couldn’t help himself. Drunk on his own power and the way his touch was rendering her into this dumb, needy little thing that couldn’t seem to get a word out.
Stella nodded, she hadn’t realized until now, but she was holding onto some leather armor of his. Gripping onto the strap that went across his torso like a lifeline, her knuckles blooming white while she shuddered out a moan in agreement to his words.
“Bend over the arm of the chair,” He patted her ass, giving her jaw one last grazing kiss that ended with a bite.
Stella scrambled to comply. The loveseat was a good size for two people, she bent over the arm without spending a single thought as to what she looked like. She felt him readjust himself behind her and because she couldn’t help herself, she reached between her legs to rub her clit, needing to calm the steady throb of her needy cunt and the way she felt the ache all the way inside of her. Like her entire body was empty now that he wasn’t touching her. She needed something and so she spread her legs a little, rubbing her clit while she heard the raider behind her groan from the sight.
If she was more herself, she might’ve asked him if he liked what he saw. She might’ve even poked fun at him for being a pervert, leering behind her and putting her on display for him. But all she cared about right now was sensation. She didn’t care about anyone watching, she didn’t even care to look at the man behind her’s body to eye him up as she heard him working his pants open. All she knew was that she needed him inside of her to feel whole again. Disjointed and exhausted, the only thing keeping her in the waking world was the near painful rolling pleasure she gave herself.
“That's it, sweetheart.” He knelt closer behind herself, his big hands settled at her ass and he pulled her cheeks apart as if to get a better look. “Bring your fingers back.” He commanded and Stella’s fingers shot to her sloppy cunt, she spread her lips, showing him whatever was left of the cum inside of her and the way her inner walls were constricting and squeezing on nothing. She felt as if she’d never been this turned on in her life, but the arousal ached.
“No baby, further back.”
Stella’s eyes widened. She blinked, wondering if she heard him wrong... But she was too far gone to argue. She awkwardly reached between her legs and she rubbed the wet pads of her fingers against her twitching hole that had been thankfully ignored until now. The emptiness inside of her only amplified at the feeling. She heard the raider make a noise in his throat and her fingers were suddenly drenched in spit. The fucker spit on her asshole and a moan won Stella’s mental battle over whether or not she was awake enough to be angry. She rubbed his spit against her hole, and the raider behind her hummed appreciatively.
“Just like that baby. That’s my good girl.” His gaze seemed to burn into her, Stella wanted to stupidly beg him to just fuck her so she could stop that needy ache that was making her limbs feel heavy.
Stella felt his free hand between her cheeks, she felt his large fingers at the puckered rim of her ass spreading her while her fingers shyly retreated. He spat on her again. His spit landed directly on her hole, the heat of it making her flinch on impact.
“Push that inside baby.”
She’d never... done that before, but she shyly breached herself while clenching her eyes tightly. This new sensation felt invasive, new, and embarrassing but the needy throb inside of her didn’t seem to care. Everything inside of her was just want and need and drunken demands for more and more because she was going to collapse if she didn’t get what she wanted. She was so tired.
Stella hadn’t expected him to be soft or anything like that, but she hadn’t expected to crave his approval like this. Still drunk on the way he made her feel special, lingering in between exhaustion and begging and whining for something... she pushed her finger inside of her ass with a soft “Oh.” escaping her lips. She felt... tight, she awkwardly pumped her finger while trying to focus on the overall relief that came with just her finger inside of her rather than the odd breach and invasiveness of it all. She wanted to feel good. She was so empty inside, she needed to feel good in this final stretch of it all because she refused to give anyone the satisfaction of pushing her too far, asking too much. She wanted to want this. She refused to feel anything besides good.
“God fucking damn, you’re a fuckin miracle ain'tcha sweetheart?” A big hand of his rubbed over her tailbone, “Gonna give that pussy a break. I think your little ass needs something yeah? Can’t have you going home and forgetting us.”
Stella’s face burned in irritation and at the way she mindlessly used her free hand to plunge her fingers in her pussy before she rubbed them over her ass and the finger inside of her. She whined at the sensation of sudden relief that was pulled away so quickly by her own hand— but she needed more slick, his spit that he helpfully delivered wasn’t enough. She pressed another finger into her ass, hating that of course, he had to run his mouth and pull her out of her hazy mindlessness. Of course, this stupid jerk would think his dick was god’s gift to women and that he was some kind of saint for giving her tired cunt a break to fuck her ass instead. What a gentleman! She liked him better when he was kissing her brainless and telling her pretty nonsense words.
His hand left her tailbone and in the next moment, he whistled rather loudly. She eased two fingers easily in and out now, eyes shut while she rested her forehead on the loveseat’s arm. She was thankful for the support because otherwise, she was pretty sure her knees would’ve given out from the strain of holding herself up.
Stella’s asscheek was patted in warning before she was yanked by her hips unceremoniously to be positioned back onto the raider boss’s lap. She felt his cock pressed between their bodies and she actually sighed in relief. She didn’t mind that he positioned her to face the room, whoever cared to look would see her heavy breasts bouncing as he fucked her... but all she wanted was a relief. He promised he’d fuck her and she expected him to deliver.
Dull thuds of someone’s footsteps ascending the tires appeared and another raider approached. She recognized the cute one with the freckles dusted all over his exposed skin. One of the first that Stella got off. He held a tin out to her. “Uh, there's a little left in there. Best I could find” His smile was almost shy, which was funny considering that he was so overeager as he fucked her throat earlier. Stella took the tin and opened it to reveal some balmy substance. She didn’t care what it was.
“Thanks, honey.” She smiled at him and his cute little blush was entirely too innocent considering he’d just been whistled over to deliver lubricant. He scampered away, understanding that the boss wanted her to himself right now. She attempted passing the lube behind herself to the Raider she straddled, but he refused it with a shake of his head.
“Lift up and you do it, sweetheart. I wanna feel you.” His thumb rubbed circles against one of her hips while his other arm was settled behind his head. He sat with a lounging posture, clearly expecting to be serviced. Stella was glad he wasn’t facing her because she wasn’t sure that she was above headbutting him.
She swiped her fingers through the balm and did as told. Stella rose on her knees and reached beneath herself to stroke his cock, coating him liberally in the balm. She hadn’t yet seen his dick, but she didn’t contort herself to look. Knowing him, he’d only tease her for looking. He’d say some other stupid fucking thing, jerking off his ego while he made her all loopy and agreeable on his words again. Fucker. Her newfound annoyance woke her up a little, she didn’t wait for his next command. Taking some control of the situation, wanting to remind the raider that she wasn’t some dumb little thing who’d do whatever he wanted- she wiped her sticky hands on his balls before she squeezed them hard enough that the raider grunted behind her. His hands shot out to grab her by the thigh and he pulled her so her back was flush against his torso before he grabbed her by the wrist and guided her to take hold of his cock.
“Brave and fucking crazy.” He repeated his description from earlier, sounding impressed to parallel the rough way he held her wrist. “Y’need to be told what to do, don't you sweetheart?” He nuzzled her shoulder, lips trailing to the back of her neck. He let go of her wrist in favor of spreading her further, his hips angled upward and Stella hissed at the initial press of him inside of her. He eased her down, kissing her shoulders and neck, giving her more of that confusing not quite affection that her tired mind so badly wanted to fall for.
One hand smoothed over her thigh and the other dug his fingers into her tit, grabbing as big a handful as he could get. She felt stretched wide, there was something pulsing inside of her; hard and fast like her heartbeat was consuming her entire being. Her breaths felt light and too little. That emptiness she felt earlier was completely overtaken by the swollen cock invading her. It hurt in a confusing way that left Stella feeling as if she couldn’t get enough of it. She panted, her chest rising and falling with her gasps when her thighs finally met his.
“Fuck sweetheart,” her raider gasped, his tone of complete and utter disbelieving reverence had Stella feeling as if she was floating somewhere outside of herself while watching herself giving this to him. This one thing that hadn’t yet been spoiled by the world. She’d given it to him and she wasn’t even sure if it was to secure her home’s safety anymore.
After so much was taken from her as of late, she felt like she’d never been more in control by offering him this. She lifted her hips and he groaned, unable or uncaring to swallow the noise back. There was power in the cracked sound of his pleasure. Stella felt like she leashed him by the fucking balls by the way he held onto her thigh, hard enough that his touch felt bruising yet she liked the little tinge of pain that bloomed there. His fingers on her thigh tensed, he seemed as if he’d forgotten he was holding at all much less hard enough to bruise, even his hand at her breast was still. Stella turned her head, twisting her back a bit to see him slack-jawed; his goofy mouth hanging open and his eyes half-lidded. She giggled, laughing in the face of a raider group’s leader and he only ground his cock inside of her, begging her to move or just desperately rubbing his cock against the walls of her ass... it didn’t matter. Stella felt more powerful than the damn radstorm that ruined her little comfortable life.
There was so much of him inside of her, filling her and seeming to light her up from the inside, chasing away every other sense of being, destroying every other sensation as if he was reaping them from her. Like he stole her fucking cans of cram and whatever else from her damn kitchen, his cock inside of her invaded the one place she kept to herself and she fucking loved the takeover. She gave him this and yet she felt like she was taking from him. She felt like she was coercing him to take all the fear away, all the timid little mousey instincts within her that kept her alive until she moved to this particular hellscape were his now. Stella didn’t want them anymore.
Stella was sure that he’d never feel anything better than the hot clasp of her body. Some of his cockiness bled into her, she felt like she was claiming him entirely by letting him inside of her. She felt as if she could order him to do whatever the fuck she wanted if she’d promise to let her fuck her ass again. Right then, she realized the heady, addictive pull of ego as a concept. The power had gone right to her head, making her feel light and making everything feel amazing. Every touch, every grazing roll of her hips as she fucked him had her feeling as if she was relearning herself, rebuilding herself into someone who liked this sort of thing, someone unafraid and giddy to be so wanted by a strange group of raiders.
She came here pretty uncertain of her fate, only dragging her sorry ass to their creepy little hideout because certain death awaited her at home. The man beneath her’s noises of pleasure gave her a sense of... importance she’d never had before. She didn’t want to be someone just surviving one day to the next. She was making something of herself. She wasn’t letting the world push her around anymore.
Every moan of his felt as if it was a physical thing rubbing against her clit, sucking on her tits... The gazes she could feel on her felt encompassing, like pillows or other comfy things she could just sink into. She heard herself emit a completely uninhibited laugh, disbelieving the way she felt right now.
“That’s my girl,” He splayed a large hand over her abdomen, guiding her but not pushing. “That’s it, sweetheart...” Her raider mumbled behind her, panting and meeting her movements with needy snaps of his hips, pounding into her and near throwing her off balance with each of his thrusts. “You take me so fucking well. There’s no way I’m letting this be the last of us,” His words were overtaken by a moan. “I think I need you every day from now on.” His voice was cocky, using that same tone she’d gotten used to from him. There was submission in his words. There was a hopeful undertone that was entirely too cute from a man she’d really only spoken to twice now. He hadn’t exactly voiced it, but asking to see her again like he might crumble if she rejected him was adorable.
“Is that so?” Her voice was weak, breathy while she continued to ride him, her exhaustion pulling taught into a confusing bundle of sensation. She never wanted this to stop, she never wanted to feel any less needed, any less wanted. There was no hiding the raiders’ humanity whilst he was buried inside of her, she could see him like a person rather than someone she should be afraid of.
“Mmhm...” he drawled, unabashedly admitting that he wanted more of her. Stella mentally appraised this big jerk with his stupid ego and his dumb group of idiots in her head, noting his goofy features and the way he knew how to make her feel more than she was only to ruin it and run his mouth with some dumbass thing because there was no such thing as perfect in the wasteland. Stella was becoming a little obsessed. She leaned back against his chest, wiggling her hips with him deep inside of her.
“Fuck me.” She commanded, “I’m tired and I want to cum again.” Stella stuck her tongue out playfully, she tilted her head to press her lips against his jaw. Her brand new ego took hold of her with a cheeky giddiness as if excited to be introduced to the world. He always seemed like he was challenging her, she wondered how he might react to a challenge of her own.
“Bossy.” He chastised with no actual disapproval in his words. He eased her off of himself to lay her on her stomach on the loveseat.
The raider roughly shoved her legs open and then he was inside of her again, filling her in one driving stroke that made her skin feel electric. Stella heard herself stammer something that might’ve been a yes but she lost herself to the rough way he fucked her, gripping onto the arm of the loveseat as he covered her body with his, rutting into her with deep strokes. He wrangled an arm beneath her torso to hold her tightly at her collarbones. Stella was pretty sure one of his legs was on the ground, but she couldn’t move, she couldn’t twist her head from the way he held her prone. Spots bloomed at the corners of her vision, rather than playful sparks they began to feel like almost alarming jolts of sensation. She could hear her little whimpers, but the man above her was running his mouth again. Telling her she was gorgeous, telling her she was such a good girl and he liked the way she squealed. The stupid inflections of his speech mashed words together, she liked the way he seemed mindless in his praise. Like there weren’t enough words he could think of to give her.
“Oh gh-” She stammered, rubbing her face against the cushion of the loveseat and noticing that her cheeks were wet. He was heavy atop her, his larger body covering hers was a comfort to contrast the way his cock felt like it was unmaking her. It was a strange, addicting sensation to be fucked like this. The naughtiness mixed amid the feeling of his cock pounding into her deeply enough that she could feel him against her teeth, in her throat, and in her cunt. He just felt like he was everywhere all at once and Stella came with a scream. She hadn’t even felt the familiar building sort of feeling until it was overtaking her and she felt her entire body spasm, she sobbed out her orgasm, quaking with the way it pulsed and pulsed, ripping through her and pulling her raider into the storm as well.
The warmth of him spilling inside of her was a relief. He grunted in broken noises. From her shaking legs and the way her body was involuntarily convulsing; she knew she must be tightening around him, like her body was simply demanding he cum inside of her and it wasn’t going to allow anything else. Her vision swam just a bit, she felt lightheaded as if she’d forgotten to breathe, and rather than take mercy on her- her big raider slumped atop her sweaty back, his cold sweat mixing with hers in one last sloppy conclusion to everything.
“Holy shit.” He bit down against her shoulder, wincing and still rutting against her, not yet pulling out. She heard his ragged breathing behind her and Stella assumed hers was no more composed. The steady pace of it felt like a lullaby, she was truly and utterly exhausted. His teeth and lips traveled her shoulders and back, just sort of mouthing at her like he just needed to cover her entirely in him, like he needed to learn her shape with his mouth to memorize her in every way he could.
“So... about my farm?” Stella panted, fighting hard to remain awake. She felt his cum leaking out of her, she felt like there wasn’t a single inch of her left unclaimed by the group of raiders, and damn it- after everything she did- she wasn’t going to let them forget why she came here.
His teeth bit her right shoulder a little harder than he’d done before, the sting had Stella whining while he rubbed her bicep with his hand. After a moment spent seemingly remembering how to speak, her raider released her with a chuckle, he kissed at whatever mark he left and Stella’s shoulder stung now that she wasn’t distracted with his mouth on her.
“Yeah yeah princess, I’m not gonna fuck you over. You have my word.”
“Hmph.” She feigned an air of bratty disbelief. “We’ll see when you deliver your end of the deal.”
It seemed there was no end to his pet names, she almost liked Princess. Perhaps she’d tell him to keep using that one. He sat up, and Stella breathed deeply; the breath she took was almost meditative. She closed her eyes, focusing on the simple hope that things were going to be okay. Maybe more okay than they ever had been. With one last exhale, finally allowing herself to succumb to exhaustion; she nuzzled into the dirty loveseat throne of his with a contented sigh. Stella sleepily felt as if she was on the world’s fluffiest, dreamlike bed-
A hand suddenly came down against her ass with an open-palmed slap. She twisted around, scrambling with her ears reeling from the noise, her mind hadn’t even caught up to the sudden sting of his spank. The slap rudely pulled her out of dreamland and Stella was ready to kick him in the fucking balls. How fucking dare he? Was the sight of her contented and fucked into literal exhaustion an offense to this big jerk? Before she could maneuver her foot to land home, her raider caught her ankle with another laugh, he smiled at her with his goofy features looking all out of place and weirdly boyish. His big ears and big nose were endearingly cute, his eyes crinkling at the corners while he raised her ankle to kiss it had her crossing her arms with a sigh.
“You’re lucky you’re cute.” Stella pouted.
“I could say the same to you darlin.” He slid a hand up her stomach, and she sighed when he pawed at her tits like a boy. For all of his flirty words and pet names, she was reminded once again that he was much younger than herself.
Stella hoped this particular raider didn’t get himself killed while exterminating her creepy, glowing nightmares. She was growing to almost like the bastard.
Epilogue
Some Weeks Later
“Miss,”
Stella looked up from her book, she raised her oversized sunglasses and squinted up at the pretty face suddenly invading her sunlight. She sat up in her striped folding lawn chair that one of her boys fixed up for her, smiling while glad to see one of her favorites.
“You don’t have to call me Miss every time you talk to me honeypie,” She’d told him the same thing a good plenty of times now, but she supposed she still thought of him as her Prettyboy rather than Leon. He looked a little sweaty, Stella quite liked the way his white tank looked nearly transparent and too small on his broad torso. He wiped at his face with a rag she handed him and his shirt pulled up, showing a hint of his happy trail that disappeared into his waistband. His slingshot was stuck between his waistband and pelvis and Stella rolled her eyes, wondering why he had it on him and if it was a weapon or just for fun.
“I got manners is all.” He shrugged, smiling nonetheless. He loved any kind of sweet nothing that Stella could lay on him. Stella handed him a Nuka that had been sitting in a bucket next to her chair, she’d been sitting under an awning all day whilst her boys set about fixing up her turrets. A few of them were pretty good with weapon and bot modifications. Her poor, broken mister handy was up and running good as new again as of a few days ago. It felt good to see a familiar face amongst all of the relatively new ones that were now becoming regulars on her property.
A lot had happened in the recent weeks, and Stella was pretty much floating on cloud nine. She felt as if she’d had a stern sit-down talk with the universe and she told it to cut her a fucking break. After a strongly worded scolding and a time out, it gave her an armful of pretty dummies to wait on her beck and call as an apology. Sure, she didn’t exactly approve of much of the group’s dealings... but she wasn’t about to turn down a working refrigerator or a few new bots to help out with her crops.
Watching pretty Leon’s Adam's apple bob as he drank had Stella sighing a contented, dreamy noise. She wasn’t sure she’d ever been this damn happy in her life. As it turned out, most of her boys were scavvers rather than raiders. What was and wasn’t salvage was completely up to their discretion and any news of any new settlers, new raiders, or simple explorers usually ended with some new present showing up at Stella’s farm. She figured it was best not to ask. How the hell was she supposed to look at the overeager puppy dog like faces of any of her boys and tell him she wasn’t all that happy with whatever he brought her?
Some of these boys acted like a home-cooked meal was the same as a blowjob. They were just so in need of someone to care about them and Stella was happy to take up the mantle. A little love goes a long way, sometimes she wondered if some of them hadn’t even been given a hug until she came around. Some of the men felt entirely hers, others she assumed they might one day find a girl and realize they weren’t all that big on sharing... but all of that was if’s and maybes. A few new ones joined, Stella wasn’t sure where they came from and why it was such a boy’s club. She had a lot of questions about what they did and the group as a whole, but she slept a lot easier at night not thinking about how her outdoor showers set up for the grimy bodies of her men were sometimes left so bloody.
She’d likely push and bitch at the group’s leader, her big goofy Bailey until he was a worn down nub of a man if a woman so wanted to join his gang and he didn’t let her... Stella couldn’t imagine any girls wanting to run around with this lot. Most of them smelled okay at best. One of the first things she had the boys fix was her water purification system and pumps.
“Thinkin’ about something?” Leon asked while he helped himself to her lawn chair, he pulled her legs over his lap and set a hand above her knee, resting his cold soda against her.
“My book is all.” She closed the cover of some steamy ridiculous romance book. The situation in the story was somehow less ridiculous than hers.
“Mm...” Leon was quiet for a moment. Content to just be with her in the shade.
Stella picked up her book, happy to sit in silence with her Prettyboy but someone else approached within a few minutes. In the recent weeks, a moment’s quiet became a rare occurrence. She was still getting used to constantly being amongst men who wanted her attention like they’d expire without it. Stella watched her stern-faced, cocky jerk of a boytoy approach, mister mean kinky shithead who liked to make her cry... The same jerk who also fucked her in ways that that felt genuinely unfair as to how good he made her feel... Theo was sort of infuriating in a way that Stella was obsessed with.
Within a few days in the aftermath of her raiders reporting that the creepy guys were dealt with, she learned that Theo was the second in command guy amongst the group. He had such a cute name for the type of person he was. Of course, her big gruff bear of a man was a Teddy. He was a total softie beneath all that edge. Stella was sure she’d get him to open up, she just had to work at him. He told her that didn’t quite like her calling him Teddy, but he always blushed a little at the tips of his ears when she used the name.
“The boss wants to know if you’re sure you don’t want the tower back up and running.” He immediately jumped to business, referring to the farm’s radio tower that used to connect her to the Minutemen. He set a paw of a hand atop her head in a gesture she was sure was supposed to be sweet and Stella smiled up at him. She wished her lawn chair was bigger. She wanted to snuggle him too. Unfortunately, Leon was taking up all of the available space.
After weeks no one had come for her. She made her boys promise to leave anybody with laser muskets and old timey hats alone. For all Stella knew, the Minutemen heard the settlement go dark and they just decided that anyone left might’ve hiked to the closest settlement for safety. With no one showing up, they might’ve assumed everyone was dead and they cut their losses, assuming the land was lost. The farm was rather far out and though it hurt to understand that her farm wasn’t important enough for the General to send anybody out here on a rescue mission... she knew that she was just one amongst many other little old forgettable settlers. She wasn’t special to someone trying to keep the entire Commonwealth civil and safe. Stella supposed she understood even though it stung that she’d been sent out here to die and be forgotten about...
The world was a shitty open sore of a place and you had to take your losses when you were served ‘em. She tried to look on the sunny side of things. Her boys made her feel special every damned day, a few of them made her feel like she was the only girl in the entire world and that was more than most people got. A fresh wave of affection settled in her gut and she nuzzled the sweaty shoulder of her Prettyboy, feeling a little mushier than she normally felt.
“We’re setting up communications from here to the base right?” If they had a name for their little hideout, Stella hadn’t been told what it was. Nor had she asked.
“ ‘Course, we want ears on the farm at all times.” Leon took another sip of his soda. Looking at her with a strange expression on his face, like he couldn’t figure out where her mood was coming from.
It was a little selfish, but after everything Stella put up with, she felt as if the farm was hers. She survived, she refused to leave and this was her home damn it. After she planted all her crops, tended to them by hand with all the stubborn fortitude she had, putting all of her angry refusal to give up right into the soil...she was going to stick around to harvest her crops season after season. No radstorm, no freaky glowing ghoul raiders or paint-splattered morons could take that from her. The Minutemen could go to hell for all she cared. This farm wasn’t theirs anymore, they might as well have given her a formal deed to the land with how they left her here presumed dead and forgotten.
The pitter-patter of running bootsteps suddenly thundered behind her, Theo picked up a Nuka and fwipped it directly at the approaching man’s gut. He caught the bottle and before he could throw it right back, Stella gave her one of those looks that meant: “Don't you fucking dare.”
“Sup, babydoll.” A familiar snivelly voice interrupted, speaking aloof and casually as if Stella hadn’t heard him just charging over here with his rat tail flowing in the wind like someone lit a fire under his ass. She tilted her head, already knowing that he was going to kiss her. Colt growing on her was a bit of a surprise, but he had his moments of sweetness. Mostly, he was an annoying little shit, but she liked the push and pull between them.
In the distance, she saw a few more men approaching. Break time she figured. She felt like she should get up and start passing out the lunches she prepped... but she was so damned comfy on her chair. She didn’t want to move. Stella adjusted her sunhat a little and pointedly laid back down on her chair, picking up her book once more as if to say she wasn’t moving from her spot.
“Food’s inside.” She pointed toward one of her neighbor’s houses that they were working on getting some extra beds inside of. “Nobody go in the pantry otherwise I’ll let you all starve if you eat everything.” Stella’s next sentence was cut off by a quick kiss by a departing Colt, her Whiskeybreathed, rat-tailed idiot.
“Eat everything in the pantry. Got it!” He scampered away, running at full speed to the shack house.
“I’ll pass the word on,” Leon laughed, getting up from her lawn chair with a groan. Stella rolled her eyes. There was no way in hell his knees were creaking this early on. He was such a drama queen sometimes.
Gosh, he was cute. She felt a little silly for how attached she’d gotten to this lot, but watching her favorite goofy shadow of a man approaching in the distance had her heart doing a little jump like it always did in his presence. She was pretty damn lucky now that she thought about it. Lucky as hell if she had to quantify it for some reason.
Theo lingered after the others left. Stella felt as if she was somehow making negative progress in reading her book.
“Yes?” She feigned annoyance.
Rather than answer her with words, Theo reached to pull at the tied front of her shirt. Before Stella could complain, he crouched to draw her into a crushing kiss. Everything about him was always... intense. She wondered if he waited until the others left so he give her an ounce of sweetness as if he couldn’t bear the harrowing experience of being seen kissing her, as if it was naughty in comparison to fucking her in front of whoever wanted to watch.
Lunch could wait, she supposed. When Theo picked her up to steal her away like the scary raiders she’d feared not so long ago, she could only laugh, kicking her legs out while pretending to struggle. Oh, she so hoped he wouldn’t dare have his way with her.
That would be just terrible.