Peeping Tom

Monday, December 11th, 2287:

Today was another day of cleaning. I cleaned every other neighbor if someone else comes looking for shelter. In addition I still managed to wash my mattress.

Tuesday, December 12th, 2287:

Today, me, Beatrice, Hannah and Hector spend the day building the water tank that will receive the water from the purification system.

One thing I just noticed now is that if the date on the pipboy and in my robot butler's memory is correct, it's December. It was supposed to be in the middle of winter, but the weather is merely cool.

Just the job of assembling the water box was enough to warm me so that I could only wear shorts and a harness without feeling cold.

Finally, we connected the water tank to the neighborhood piping. Now only the main thing is missing: the water purification system.

Wednsday, December 13th, 2287:

I have been feeling quite sick and this has been worrying me, so I decided to go to Covernant to visit the doctor there. On the way I found an eyebot and a small bunker with some ammo and explosives.

The place was near Trudy's restaurant, I saw that she and her son were there. I decided to pay a visit and have lunch. I talked to her about the water purification system, but avoided talking about my capture.

I arrived in Covenant in the late afternoon. I received the news that I feared, I'm pregnant again. I don't even know how this is possible! I know what I've been through these days, but not so long ago that I had, according to this doctor, an abortion! It was not for my body to be ready for it again. The doctor probed me and I ended up telling, without going into details what happened, she said it is possible to perform an abortion procedure, but she will need some equipment. I still don't know if I want to have an abortion, but I thought it best to pack this equipment for her, just in case. Tomorrow I will search a nearby hospital.

Thursday, December 14th, 2287:

I woke up early and went to a hospital that the doctor indicated, he is not far from Covenant. She told me to be careful as there are super mutants in the area, so I tried to be cautious as I approached. Near the hospital there is a small canal. I saw a giant mosquito flying over there, I didn't shoot so as not to draw attention, I thought the mosquito had not seen me, but as I approached that channel, a swarm of giants flew at me.

I started running, but they were very fast. I felt them tearing at my clothes. I turned, shot and killed several, but ended up running out of ammo. I tried to turn and run, but I had the remains of a car! I ended up beating my knee on him and it made me fall on my back on the floor. Before I could untangle myself a mosquito landed on top of me!

I felt the creature groping near my groin and knew what was coming. I decided to try to stay calm and analyze the situation, it was not easy, not with everything I went through! At first I had to work hard to stay calm, not to cry or to despair. I felt the penetration, tried to see what was going on, felt like there were two things in my pussy, saw that the animal's hind legs were moving at the same rate as I felt his penis move. Was he sticking his paws in me? That doesn't make much sense, I tried to turn my head to see if I could find his hind legs and at that moment I lost my concentration again.

This time it wasn't for some bad feeling. I believe the effort I made to take all the weight off the taboo of such an event, I was able to better appreciate the situation and when I tried to concentrate on the movement his "penis" was making inside me to see if it really was. the same of the legs, I ended up concentrating too much on this sensation and I reached orgasm. Even I freaked out how loud I moaned. I felt a thick, hot liquid flowing into me and felt the mosquito uncoupling. My eyes were closed at the time and I didn't see if the mosquito's hind legs were wet.

"Fortunately," a second mosquito came to copulate with me. This time I managed to be more attentive and in fact such a creature apparently has the sexual organ in its hind legs. After being fucked a second time, I managed to escape to my neighbor. There was so much sperm inside me that I left a cum trail from where I was abused to my house.

Friday, December 15th, 2287:

Strangely, being raped by giant mosquitoes didn't get me down. However, I still feel my legs hurting, I decided not to venture out today, instead, I knocked a little from the streets of my neighborhood and then put an old generator to work.

Saturday, December 16th, 2287:

Today I went for a walk with my dog. Early we got rid of some stray dogs and hunted a giant crab.

After lunch I intercepted another group of raiders. The match ended with most of the raiders dead, some runaways, and one girl fell behind and surrendered. Then I remembered my dog, shouted at her to run, she didn't understand, my dog rushed over her, ripped her clothes off and knotted her.

 I didn't intervene, knowing that if I did, I would be next. I apologized as I tried not to face the scene. The girl didn't answer, just moaned and sometimes wept. In the end I took my dog off her and asked if she wanted shelter. She looked at me scared, said she just wanted to get out of there, I said she could go and she, all clumsy and with shaking legs, took what was left of her clothes and ran.

Sunday,

Apparently my dog was not satisfied with what happened yesterday. I woke up today feeling his massive cock penetrating me. I was lubricated and woke up dizzy with the sensation of pleasure rising through my body. As instinct arched my back facilitating the penetration of my animal I began to moan with pleasure, but soon remembered how my room was and restrained.

The morning sunlight reminded me that my room has two large windows, anyone passing by on the street could see me fucking my dog. Besides, I know that Hector comes by my house every morning to get to the community garden.

I could also hear the jets of my robot butler nearby. As much as he was programmed to be a loyal server, his advanced AI had a strict moral code and I didn't want to be "bad-eyed" by him. I held my breath, synchronized my movements with my dog's penetration, and accelerated until he came inside me.

Then I wiped my inner self with a cloth, put on shorts and a harness, and decided to risk an unarmed run around. The day was beautiful and this was a very pleasant activity.

Then I returned to the house and spent the afternoon swimming in the lake. Beatrice, Hector and Hanna also swam, but stayed shortly.

At night I went to Beatrice's house, which has a functional radio, to listen to diamond city radio. Their announcer is strangely shy and awkward for a broadcaster, but I even find it funny.

Finally, before bed, I filled a hot tub and took a shower. As I left, I noticed a figure in the hallway turned around and caught Hector in the act spying on me and masturbating. I wanted to be serious and scold him, but I found it funny, laughed and told him to leave.

Unfortunately he was having an orgasm and, dammit, he came with pressure, soiling my belly all over again.

A Newcomer

Thursday, November 30th, 2287:

I ... I'm going to kill each of these filthy idiots! I can do nothing productive today! NOTHING! If I take a pipe, a bar, a broom I remember what they did to me. With each passing I give my insides it hurts and I'm angry even at my body, my breasts, my ass. I unloaded a pistol on tree trunk. I couldn't even sleep because of the level of hatred I'm feeling.

Friday, December 1st, 2287:

I ... I have to pretend none of this happened ... I mean, apparently this kind of thing is so common in these times that it's not as terrible as it was before the bombs, I ... I think. If I ignore this I think I can do something useful again ...

Saturday, December 2nd, 2287:

I feel useless. My son is missing out there and I can't do anything right around here. I'm afraid to leave and I'm afraid I'll never see him again.

Sunday, December 3rd, 2287:

No, I'm not ok and no, denying that these things happened to me won't make things any better. Hating me is not the solution either. I came from a civilized world, bad things happened, but there was a minimum of stability and order so that a person like me didn't have to deal with this level of violence. Everything I knew is gone and it won't be in a few months that I'll know how to deal with the dangers of this new world. But giving up is not the answer. So far I've been attacked outside the neighborhood, nothing prevents me from being attacked in the future. I have to keep trying, adapting, my baby depends on me.

Monday, December 4th, 2287:

I didn't do much today. Fixed a hunting rifle, patrolled a little near the north tower. I had to kill an attack dog, found some supplies near a strange symbol and after that I returned home to rest.

Tuesday, December 5th 2287:

I went out again looking for pipes for the water purification system. This time my trip to the dam was smooth. I came back with some old pipes. Hanna and Hector worked on their recycling as I set up the frame of what will be our water tower.

Friday, December 8th, 2287

Yesterday I patrolled the creek. Approaching the transport company warehouse I was caught off guard by a strange storm. The sky turned dark and greenish, the temperature rose, and lightning began to burst across the sky. With each flash, I felt my skin burn. The "Storm" lasted a few hours, but I don't remember seeing a drop of water fall.

I soon recognized the radiation damage. I took a rad-away and needed to rest in the cooperative. I took the opportunity to tidy up the houses there.

Today, I woke up early to the sound of people talking loudly. I grabbed my gun and sneaked out of my cabin. Raiders! It was not difficult to neutralize them. I grabbed my things and walked east. I found a barn with an old tractor and some mines on the floor. As soon as I entered the barn, I heard the terrible flutter of wings of those giant wasps. I killed one who tried to get through a hole in the ceiling. I waited for the second, but it continued outside. I didn't want to risk being caught again by such a creature, I took a deep breath, took courage, ran out and shot the mines. Looks like it worked, I heard the explosions and then nothing more.

I continued on my way and saw from afar a raider, they were kneeling and saying something, I approached and saw that he was burying a friend and mourning his loss. It's weird, but I could empathize enough to avoid killing him with a shot in the back.

I headed for Lexington on the way, found some medicine in a barrel. In Lexington, I entered the ruins of Super-Duper Mart. I wanted to see if there was still anything useful there, like food, tools and even some junk.

There were indeed plenty of supplies within the market, but the place was also infested with ghous. It was strange, I managed to stop some in the scream. Frightened to see those things running towards me, I shouted "standing still!" And ... some obeyed and crouched on the floor. The rest I shot down.

I found a body inside the market. It was smelling bad, but it seems the death was relatively recent. Beside him was a laser musket, similar to what this man in Concord used. Was this man a minuteman too? I tried to straighten the body into a more dignified condition, then took the pieces of his armor. Then I found a way out, I was already carrying too much and needed to go home.

On the way to Concord I was attacked! A Molotov cocktail exploded near me! Fortunately, in the heat of battle I felt nothing and managed to finish off the raider group. One of them surrendered, I thought of taking him as a prisoner, but ... I recognized him as a member of one of the patrols that captured me ... I couldn't stand it, I executed him.

In Concord, I heard female moans. I thought it was another girl in trouble and so I wandered the ruins trying to find the possible victim. I ended up seeing a couple of nasty raiders fucking in the middle of the street. I decided to leave them alone and went back to my neighborhood.

Saturday, December 9th, 2287:

I woke up a little sick and stayed in bed until later. I used the day to clean part of the neighborhood plumbing and fix some pipes.

Sunday, December 10th, 22987:

Earlier today a new person came looking for shelter in the neighborhood. Her name was Beatrice and we welcomed her. I thought about cleaning the other house next to mine, but we saw that its walls were about to fall. So we cleaned the house near Hannah's house. It was fast with the three of them working together. Beatrice had experience as a caravan guard, and we had her watch over the front entrance of the neighborhood.

An Object

Wednsday, November 29, 2287:

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.

Radio

Thursday, November 23, 2287:

Carla helped me raise my morale a little. She said these woes are a constant threat to women in the region and what helps them to survive is community life. If I was reluctant to leave to join a settlement, let me call someone else to live there. This would not prevent me from being captured by raiders during my searches, but I would have a place that would notice me missing, that would support me when I ran away and give me support to overcome the traumas.

I thought about recruiting, but how? I can not spread messages talking about where I am, there is no way to filter who will receive it. Going around recruiting is not efficient either, I hardly saw any good people who had nowhere else to stay. So she gave me an idea, set up a radio. With my experience in electronics this was no challenge, after all, there were spare parts on old radios scattered around the nearby ruins. And I was lucky, as soon as I turned on the radio to test, I found a woman at a certain frequency. I talked to her and found out she was a single mother. He was operating an amateur radio nearby, he had been walking with her son for a few days, they had just arrived in Commonwealth.

I indicated a place for her to wait for me, watched from afar, made a round about. Apparently it was just her and her son, I decided to trust, approached and guided her to her new home. I helped her settle into a house next to mine. We are looking for some furniture in good condition and some mattresses. I helped her clean the house.

Despite this, I spoke little to Hanna. I know she and her son Hector have been fleeing a settlement that has been raided. She expressed concern that the neighborhood had no defenses. I said that I trusted my robot and my dog to defend the place and that I could not stand guard, I had to find my son. She said it was no problem, she could stand guard herself and her son could take care of the garden and some general services. Hector is really talented with plants.

Friday, November 24 2287:

I've been feeling very tired. Hanna said it looked like I had mild symptoms of radioactive contamination. She told me it was nothing to worry about, but it would be good for me to take a rad-away before things got worse. We didn't have any, but she had a recipe that a doctor from her old settlement taught her. I had almost all the ingredients, just missing a few glowing mushrooms.

I found some near a hole. I bent down and started to reap, in that a shadow extended over me and a boot stepped on my hand. I moaned in pain and looked up: a raider. He looked at me, grinned ominously and said, "Look at our runaway bitch, did you enjoy the ride? Did you enjoy your free time? Hah, you're going to be promoted to our cum deposit now."

I couldn't react, I paralyzed with fear. Being caught so close to home, back to that place ... it all crossed my mind! But then I heard a bark and a giant figure advanced over the raiders. He, the pack alpha had stepped in once more to defend his territory and ... his female.

The raiders tried to react, but soon the other dogs advanced. They attacked and destroyed my captors. I felt relieved. I was so grateful that I did something crazy. I took off my clothes and pulled one of my buttocks aside, opening and offering my vulva to them.

The alpha male approached. I began to lick my vulva with intensity, I liked it, I started moaning with pleasure, I felt my pussy getting wetter and the dog's tongue penetrating deeper and deeper to get my moisture. Of course, the pack leader wasn't going to be content with just that. After a few minutes, he mounted me, forcing my back against the floor. I just let it go and relaxed. I felt his giant penis seeping into me. I tried to control his penetration by contracting my pussy, wanted to try to avoid being knoted. It was in vain. His penis swelled with virility, I can't deny that I felt no pain, but all that context made that pain somehow pleasurable. I could feel her again and again as long as she was associated with my right to freedom and my protection.

I returned home and with Hanna's help I made the serum. Me, her and Hector took it and in fact I soon felt better. She told me that where she lived they had a lot of problems with this contamination, since the water was very radioactive. I said the water here looks good, but I planned to build a water purifier and a pumping system for the houses. They were both so excited by the conversation that we started building preparations today. Hanna used irons and beams from the ruins to mount scaffolding where the scrubber will be, while Hector used his woodworking skills to make a gutter where the water pipes will pass. I cleared the ground and set the gutter in place.