Soru Wrote:Name: Cherry
Age: 22
Gender: Female
Appearance: https://chan.sankakucomplex.com/post/show/5780328 Starting Look
Background: Cherry grew up in the vault just like everyone she ever knew, a life free of the troubles of the wasteland above. Though in a vault there's less excitement than in the wasteland but that wasn't a problem for Cherry as she took up interest in repairing and tinkering with random devices and gadgets she found in the vault, this interest being due to her parents being technicians for the vault. Growing up Cherry developed a skill for tinkering with things, making small gadgets and modifying her pipboy, despite that being against regulations. She often helped her friends with improving their own pipboys and other devices. She also grew up into a rather beautiful young woman, this getting her some more attention outside of her skills but she never let that attention go to her head except for maybe convincing someone to hand out an interesting device they might have. When she was old enough she began to help her parents keep maintenance for the vault and repairing whatever was needed.
SPECIAL Stats (40 points to spend, min 1 max 10)
Strength: 4
Endurance: 4
Perception: 6
Charisma: 8
Intelligence: 6
Agility: 7
Luck: 5
Tag Skills: (3 skills you are best at)
Speech, Repair, Science
Turn Ons: Bondage, forced, forced orgasm, orgasm denial, submission/domination, blackmail, teasing, sexy/skimpy/torn clothing, sex toys, sexual favors/negotiations, gangbang/orgy, forced masturbation, BDSM, enslavement, exhibitionism, forced exposure, tentacles, bestiality, humiliation, public
Turn Offs: Gender-bending, watersports, scat, inflation, blood in a sexual way, pregnancy/impregnation
You come to... you arms and legs bound against a wall behind you as a bright light fills your field of vision. Blurry dark shapes can sometimes be seen moving around in the light but your eyes seem unable to focus, or open more than partially. Your body feels numb, you try to make a noise but you can't. You can't move in anyway at all... Your mind tries to recall what happened, moving slowly.
You were working on some new tech one of the few vault scouts had recovered from the surface. Various robot parts that you might have been able to get in working order again - maybe even enough to assemble a functioning Protectron with the manuals and parts already available in the vault if you could get permission. For the time being though, you had been tinkering on this on your own taking advantage of the peace and quite you were aloted by most of the vault residence turning up to a 'thank you' party some new arrivals were throwing. You could always swing by the party later, after you finished your work, so you weren't likely to miss anything.
New arrivals were a rare enough thing. A few weeks ago, a dozen or so scientists were let in by the overseer. They seemed harrowed and desperate, their work and laboratories and homes apparently all being destroyed by raiders. They brought what equipment and research they could with them and begged for entrance into the Vault. They shared their work with the Overseer, who had announced it to the citizens of the Vault. Something about helping restore the wasteland to a more hospitable environment. A noble endeavour that the Overseer felt obliged to offer assistance to. Besides, the expertise and equipment they brought with them were a great boon to the vault. The scientists mostly kept to themselves for the first few weeks they were here, but now they had organised a party to get to know everyone and thank the people of Vault 57.
Although while you were immersed in your work, almost finished with the last of the new parts you were brought, you noticed someone moving behind you. Just moments too late, however, as you felt a needle press into your neck and your vision started to fade.
And now here you were.
A hand cups your chin, tilting it up into the light before gently turning your face side to side. A thumb presses against your lips, toying with the idea of pushing into your mouth. "This one is going to be part of the breeding program. Right?" says the voice of the man holding your head up, his breath falling against your cheek as he speaks. You dimly recognise his voice from somewhere, although your mind is still running to slow to pin it down exactly.
"Hmm... No." says another man's voice... as your eyes get used to the light, you start to see blurred silhouettes in front of you, one looming over you and the other a few steps back. "Her credentials have her earmarked for maintenance. She's too talented for us to start chipping away at her brain cells. We'll put her through malleability treatment. Then get her the genes of something that can be trained to be loyal. A dog or cat, perhaps."
"Come on, man, look at her!" he releases your head and it falls slack once more, facing down. While you still can't move to look around, your vision clears a little more, allowing you the blurred sight of his hand on your jumpsuit zipper, slowly unzipping it and revealing whats underneath. "It'd be a waste to let someone this fine go without a good breeding or two..." You can feel his hands on your breasts, cupping them through the parted fabric of your vault suit. With how numb you are right now, its all you can feel, in fact. His firm, playful grip... groping an squeezing you... its like whatever dulled the rest of your senses somehow made your breasts more sensitive.
"...I suppose we could double dip her. It'll make her conditioning take longer, but there's no reason we can't do some 'experiments' of our own." says the other voice after a short pause. "After all, the boss did leave how we handled the day-to-day operation to our discretion... Hold on... these readings suggest her higher brain functions are kicking back up. I think she's conscious."
"Oh, is she now..." says the first man... you're starting to recognise their voices. They're two of the scientists your Overseer had let in. "Isn't that wonderful." His hand slips down into your vault suit and his fingers start to press against your panties, pushing against your folds underneath. A moan escapes your lips. It seems you can talk once again.