Vault 69 (Fallout) [RELEASED] (Patreon)

Themes: Dom/Sub, Rough Sex, Breeding  

Summary: A young man wakes up as the Overseer of a new Vault. Specifically, Vault 69. He's just completed a treatment that brings all of his SPECIAL stats up to the maxed out ten. And now the labcoat wearing doctor with nothing but a bra and soaked panties on underneath has declared first dibs on his new bitch-breaking cock. But with 998 other women, she's far from the last. 

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The young man wakes up slowly, feeling surprisingly well-rested for not knowing where he is… or who he is. A frown immediately forms across his face as he realizes that he’s not entirely clear on his own identity. That could be a problem, depending on where he’s waking up. Opening his eyes, the young man takes in the room around him, assessing his surroundings and the room’s other occupant in mere seconds.

He’s in the medical center of a vault, no doubt, or a simulation of one. While it’s possible that someone has built a vault room above ground to try and fool him into believing he’s in a vault, the smell of the air convinces him otherwise. This is either a VERY good illusion, or it’s the real deal. His eyes slide over to the blonde doctor beside his bed, and he takes in the smile on her face, as well as the open lab coat she’s wearing. The lab coat in and of itself is not that surprisingly, given he’s in a medical center and she’s obviously his caretaker.

However, the fact that she’s wearing nothing more than lacey black lingerie beneath the lab coat is ever so slightly disquieting. Still, he knows better than to make a scene, or panic. He’s not entirely sure HOW he knows better, but he does. Keeping his calm, the young man gives the Doctor a kind smile, noting the way she all but swoons as his lips curl upwards and his dimples form.

“Doctor.”

Leaning over him doesn’t really give him anymore of a view than he already has, but the Doctor does it anyways as she makes a show of pretending to check his vitals. At the same time, she speaks with a breathless tone as her fingers wander up and down his chest. His surprisingly muscular chest, at that.

“Overseer… it’s so good to see you awake. The procedure seems to have been a complete success, though of course there are tests that will need to be completed before you’re declared fit for duty.”

In that moment, it’s almost as if a thousand disconnected strands intertwine, a hundred different little things coalescing into one crystal clear realization in his mind. His thoughts reach back to the tests he’s already taken, tests he took before he could ever be placed in a vault. He remembers all of that, he remembers his entire life, if not his actual identity or the names of his family members.

And most importantly, he remembers reading articles about some of the experiments VaultTech had been interested in doing with their work before Nuclear War had become all but eminent. Before the bombs fell, there’d even been talk of the vaults being used for voluntary scientific studies that would allow them to have better understandings of the human race.

He’s far more intelligent than he was before. That strikes the young man as he sits there in the hospital bed, thinking everything through in mere moments. Given the Doctor mentioned a procedure, it’s really not that hard to figure out what’s happened to him. He can feel it, the changes that he’s gone through both mentally and physically. They’ve made him into what they wanted, for whatever experiment their planning down here.

“Those tests won’t be necessary Doctor. I’m ready to take over my duties as Overseer of Vault Sixty-Nine starting now.”

Before, he might not have been able to resist snickering in infantile amusement over the vault number. Now, it simply arouses him ever so slightly, but then that’s just a bit more arousal on top of the mountain of lust he’s currently keeping under control from the Vault Doctor’s very appearance. Batting her eyelashes, the blonde doctor shakes his head.

“Oh no, Overseer. I couldn’t possibly forego the tests. That would be against the implicit instructions I was given for after the procedure. Until you’ve completed the tests, your status as Overseer of this Vault is not finalized. Not until I give my say-so.”

Reading between the lines is just so damn easy now. And so is lashing out, his hand snaking behind the blonde’s head and grabbing hold of the base of her ponytail before she can even realize he’s moving. He’s fast now… and strong as well. Pulling the doctor close as she finally reacts with a yelp and a gasp at his sudden proximity, the young Overseer shakes his head.

“You’re going to skip the tests, and declare me Overseer of the Vault, Doctor. There’s too much that needs to be done for us to waste any more time.”

He’s not surprised when she doesn’t yell for help or scream for him to let her go. When she pants needily and runs her hands along his chest instead, the Overseer simply lifts a brow until she blushes and licks her lips.

“P-Perhaps we can come to an arrangement, Overseer. I want… I want to go first.”

That catches his attention. He doesn’t have too much trouble putting things together. What she wants is obvious, given her dress, her attitude. The procedure has left him more than capable of seeing what’s right in front of him. Shit, with how clear she’s being about what she wants, he likes to think even the old him would have been able to figure this out. But her words set off warning bells in his head, nonetheless. 

The young man begins to suspect something, even as he contemplates her in silence for a moment.

“Doctor, what is the makeup of this vault’s population?”

Her eyes widen slightly at his perceptiveness, her face paling. But she recovers quite swiftly, and a coy smile spreads across her lips as she slides her hand down off of his chest, along his navel, and beneath the sheets to where his length sits between his legs. When he doesn’t stop her, she takes his soft prick in hand and begins to stroke it… though her coy smile drops when he doesn’t grow hard in her admittedly skillful hands.

In fact, she begins to panic right then and there, uncaring of the fact that he still held her ponytail in his grasp as she instead focused on tearing back his sheets to inspect his member.

“O-Overseer, we might have a much greater problem then the tests. Why… why can’t I g-get you aroused? If you’re impotent, we need to-“

“There is no problem. And I’m not impotent.”

He speaks clearly and concisely, leaving the blonde doctor to look back at his face with confusion in her eyes. Reaching up with his other hand, the young Overseer grabs her by her cheeks as he pulls her in close. Her nostrils flare and her eyes cloud over with lust once more as she breathes in his scent. Once she’s within mere centimeters of him, he speaks in a soft but firm tone.

“I am in control, Doctor. I am in control of everything. Now, answer my question. What is the makeup of this vault’s population?”

He eases back his fingers just enough to let her speak clearly, and when she answers him, he’s not at all surprised.

“N-Nine hundred and ninety-nine females aged eighteen to t-thirty. One male aged nineteen.”

It’s as he thought. The bombs had dropped, he remembered that much. In his rush to get to safety, he’d not paid much attention to the people around him. His family was long gone, so it was just him when he entered Vault Sixty-Nine. He’d been ushered off to the side by VaultTech soldiers, all female now that he thought back, and he’d been rushed to medical, after a claim that he was in need of urgent assistance. He’d gone along with it at the time, fearing the worst, fearing he was dying.

Now he knew the truth. VaultTech were playing games even now, even with the world ending. And he was in charge of nine hundred and ninety-nine women, one of which was clearly jonesing for his cock, right here and right now. With a growl, the Overseer lifts off the bed, dragging the Doctor with him as he goes. In the same moment, he lets his member rise to full staff between his legs, even as the blonde slut in a lab coat ends up face planted on the bed he’s just been laying on.

She doesn’t fight him, even as he pins her down, even as he flips up her lab coat and drags her lacy panties off of her ass and down to her knees. Instead, the needy woman moans wantonly, her ass shaking back and forth behind her as enticingly as she can manage.

“Yessss, please Overseer, I need it. I need your c-cock!”

Growling, he guides his member to her cunt entrance. As much as he wants nothing more than to access the Overseer’s terminal right this moment, so he can confirm his suspicions and find the rest of the information he’s clearly missing, it’s obvious that he’s not going anywhere until he takes care of this blonde slut beneath him. Thrusting into her from behind, the young man groans as he fills her with every inch of his enhanced member.

But then, they’d enhanced every aspect of him, as far as he could tell. He remembered VaultTech’s designations. SPECIAL. They’d called them “stats”, like someone could truly be boiled down to a list of attributes and numbers. But then, maybe they could. Maybe he was proof of exactly that truth, the procedure having done something to make him the way he was now.

Intelligent, strong, fast, charismatic… and most importantly of all, incredibly virile. His cock, much larger than it was before, throbs as he fucks the good doctor from behind with all his might. She moans beneath him, and it’s not long before she’s cumming around his length, time and time again. Her inner walls squeeze and cling to his shaft, and he grunts from the pressure, the pleasure.

It’s easy to hold it back, the pleasure. Not for the Doctor though, that much is clear. The sexy, slutty blonde is beside herself with bliss, drowning in ecstasy and euphoria. She’s completely and utterly delirious, and he’s barely even started fucking her. Gritting his teeth, he really puts his back into it… and the Doctor absolutely loses it as she begs him for more, pleads with him not only to fuck her… but to breed her, to impregnate her with a baby.

It’s as if an epiphany goes off in his head. The thoughts were already there of course, the theories amidst all the other theories. But hearing her say it, hearing her tell him that he HAS to cum inside, that he HAS to knock her up for the good of the human race practically confirms what he already suspected about this particular Vault and its purpose.

He’s quite confident that not every Overseer in every vault got the same procedure he did. Quite confident indeed. But now here he is, and he’s feeling better than ever before… and it’s up to him to lead nearly a thousand women into a better tomorrow. No pressure… no pressure at all. But he’s clearly wasted enough time with the slut beneath him already. 

With a growl, he thrusts one final time deep into the blonde doctor’s cunt, filling her with a nice, thick load of his seed. She moans happily at the sensation of him finally filling her, him giving her what she wants. Then, she yelps when he drags her up off the bed by her hair, forcing her back against him, molding her body to his own as his cock remains stuck deep inside of her dripping wet quim. His lips hover next to her ear as he speaks.

“You will forego the tests, and declare me fit for duty, doctor. You will provide me with my jumpsuit and you will escort me to my office. We will discuss your insubordination and the punishment for refusing me later… but for now, you will not disobey me again, are we understood?”

“Y-Yes… yes, Overseer.”

Less than fifteen minutes later, he’s locked up tight in the Overseer’s office, which just so happens to be connected to his private quarters as well. He’s made sure that’s locked down so no one can enter from that entrance either. Sitting at his desk, the young Overseer brings up his terminal and the Doctor inputs the proper codes to unlock access, effectively passing over control of the entire vault to him and him alone.

“Good. Now get underneath the desk and clean up after yourself.”

“Yes, Overseer.”

She’s eager to obey, and he smiles slightly as she slides into place between his legs. Glancing down, he makes eye contact with the blonde slut, even as she looks up at him as she takes his cock into her mouth, slurping and sucking at it with quite a bit of enthusiasm. Sliding one hand down beneath his desk, the young man runs his fingers through her hair, even as he turns his attention back to the terminal before him.

It’s not particularly hard to operate the computer with one hand. He seems to be quite good at it, in fact, almost instantly so. But then, reading up on what VaultTech has done to him, the procedure he’d gone through and just what they put into his body… the Overseer can see how he would be, now. Skills will always come easily to a man like him, and he will never struggle to learn something new for the rest of his life.

They’ve made him something superhuman, something practically impossible. But he understands the science behind it now, with his enhanced intelligence. Just as he also sees how much harm they had to do to figure out how to make it possible. With his credentials as Overseer, he is now the highest ranking VaultTech official in Vault Sixty-Nine. Which means he gets to know the fact that he’s the first successful patient the procedure worked on.

They were still perfecting it, when the bombs dropped. The man before him died before ever waking up, blood pouring from his eyes, his nose… his mouth and even his ears. Grimacing, the Overseer moves on. It is what it is. And their procedure worked, or at least it worked on him. What matters now is the mission. He could say no. He could refuse to do what VaultTech wants… but he knows how impossible that will be.

It’s his duty now, to keep at least one third of his vault’s population pregnant at all times, from now until his death. Apparently, about six hundred women are all that are needed to keep the vault running smoothly. So four hundred can be at varying degrees of pregnancy, at all times. And right now, as his terminal so helpfully reminds him, only one of the nine-hundred and ninety-nine women under his care has been inseminated.

He’s got his work cut out for him. Best to get started.