The water project occupied my head so much that I left my guard open. I headed back toward the dam to pick up some pipes and objects for the construction of the water purification system. As I was returning a Molotov cocktail flew toward me. The flaming liquid didn't catch me, but shrapnel hurt my leg. Unable to wield my weapon, I bowed in pain and got caught by raiders.
I was not raped. They disarmed me, handcuffed me and treated my wounds. Then I was taken to the occupied military base, which is near the cooperative and the dam. I recognized the raider leader who captured me the first time. She said she had been lucky enough to get twice for the same product. "Product," was what I was, an object, an item for sale.
While their leader negotiated my sale, I was abused by her men. I still felt my leg hurt a lot, but morally, I was broken, it didn't matter anymore.
I tried to run away, but I didn't really try, I tried to run anyway, I ... I didn't feel a thing. I was captured as soon as I left base. I was raped at the door, with everyone watching. I thought they were going to make me fuck the dog, but they didn't.
Then they put me in a locked room, a warehouse, while waiting for someone to buy me. I saw some peasants trapped in another room, heard conversations that they had been trying to sell them for a week, but apparently I am a luxury product, had already been bought at night and was being delivered to the buyer's address.
I was placed in a cell of a former police station. It's like a macabre sign that in this sad future I had no one to turn to. It was the law of the fittest and women like me could only accept the will of the strongest. For several days I stayed in that cell. Naked, handcuffed, dirty with sperm and surrounded by solid bars that would only open when a gang member came to satisfy her sexual urges in me.
After several days of torment, they became more relaxed. One of the raiders used me outside the cell and left me there. Worse, I didn't want to run away. No, I wasn't liking it, no, I hadn't settled for it. I just didn't have the strength or the spirit to run, run away and get caught again, raped again. I had to find my son, but I had no strength. I ran away, not for him, I ran away hoping to be killed in the escape.
But that did not happen. Apparently when I ran out, I ended up firing a police department tower that was down. The tower started shooting at the raiders. I even had a few raiders out, they shot me, but they didn't hit. They didn't go after me either. But I had no strength to keep running, I took shelter in a nearby building. I lay in a corner and slept, the chance of being caught didn't scare me, nothing mattered to me.
I woke up at night. The fact that I wasn't caught yet cheered me up a little, but not enough. I Exited the building walking normally. I made no unnecessary noise, but I made no effort to be stealthy either. Deep down, I don't think I wanted to harbor hope that I would come home, but I didn't want to think I could and at the last minute get caught again. But I kept walking, in my mind I was just enjoying walking a little before getting caught again, after all the raiders wouldn't let me walk much.
I walked for hours aimlessly until I recognized Covernant's walls. I passed behind the city, avoiding being seen by a watchman or a merchant. It's weird to think about it now. I didn't give a damn about being recaptured by a raider, but I was ashamed to be seen in that state by some citizen of a friendly and safe settlement.
I ended up in a grove of giant wasps. one of them landed on me and started fucking me with me walking. Others had knocked me down and raped then. It's almost funny, I don't feel bad about it anymore. They are disgusting and grotesque creatures, but not as bad as a raider. I think it's because they just follow some instinct. They don't care if I'm happy or sad about it, of course, but they also don't want to purposely put me down, they just want ... I think they just want to find some ... fertile ground for oviposition? It's not personal and I can accept it well.
After hours of mastery of those disgusting insects, with my swollen belly and trembling legs, I managed to reach an intersection with the railway, where I was "greeted" by the alpha dog who had attacked me at other times.
After the rape I walked a few more meters and collapsed. I couldn't take any more steps, I was exhausted, humiliated and in great pain. But I had no rest, woke up to the annoying noise of the wings of a mosquito and was used by one of the strange creatures that inhabit this wasteland.
This place haunts me in different ways, after abuse by the giant mosquito, I found a man in a white jumpsuit. I thought I would be abused again, but he offered me help, while explaining to me that he was a runaway man and looking for Bunker hills ... I said I didn't know where it was. Before he could free me a raider patrol found us, each one ran to one side, I thought they were behind me, but apparently their priority was the synthetic, which they performed without mercy.
I kept walking until my neighborhood appeared on the horizon! I was overwhelmed with exhaustion and relief as I dropped to my knees and lay down. And once again I was taken aback by the alpha male. This time I could feel a little pleasure, though muffled by all my pain. I was home after all.
I managed to break free and went to sleep really dirty. Then I cleaned myself and put on some clothes that I took from other raids of mine.
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