Vault 69 Pt. 2 (Fallout) [RELEASED] (Patreon)

Themes: Lactation, Breeding, Dom/Sub 

Summary: Part 2 of Vault 69. With nine-hundred and ninety-nine women in a single vault, it made sense that some wouldn't really have any useful skills or talent, even if the majority were handpicked for their genes. Genes aren't everything, in the end. So when the Overseer decides he needs a constant source of fresh milk for his Nuke-O's, he tasks his slutty doctor with finding some volunteers for a good ole fashioned experiment. Any volunteers get priority impregnation, of course. 

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It took a little bit to get situated. The women of the Vault had the situation explained to them, and surprisingly, not a single one of them had a complaint about it. Or, it would have been surprising if the young Overseer didn’t know the truth. But thanks to his Overseer codes, he now had complete control over the Vault. And that meant he knew everything that had happened prior to him gaining control as well.

Basically, the Vault had been saturated with a chemical cocktail in the form of gas. The mixture would have completely stumped the Overseer before his transformation, but now he could see exactly what it was designed to do just by reading the base components before he even went any further. But the files also explained the purpose of the chemical mixture.

To keep the women from rising up against him, to keep them from making any trouble for him, VaultTech had taken it upon themselves to increase both submissiveness and horniness in all nine-hundred and ninety-nine inhabitants of Vault Sixty-Nine. It explained why the Vault Doctor was such a needy, horny little slut. Even a month later, even after they knew for certain he’d impregnated her, she still insisted on spending every ounce of her free time under his desk, sucking his cock. Not that she HAD much free time, being the Vault Doctor, but what little she did have went to pleasuring him like the submissive little fuck slut she was.

The Overseer enjoyed the subservience. There was no denying that. He’d been raised to respect and care for women, so it was hard to really shift his thinking at first, but the slutty Vault Doctor, along with everything he’d read in the files only accessible by him, helped him along the way. The women under his command, under his control… They were still his to care for and protect. And many of them were still worthy of respect as well.

Some of the nation’s brightest minds and fittest athletes had been moved to Vault Sixty-Nine. The young Overseer was honestly surprised when he read some of the recognizable names that had come along with his Vault. Some of the women in here had honestly traveled a long way just for the privilege of being bred by him, which was amusing to no end.

They’d basically been tricked, in some cases. But there wasn’t any sort of complaint now that they were all docile. They each had their place in the vault, and they had all gotten to work at making the vault into the place it needed to become if they were going to build the next generation. Meanwhile, he had the task of overseeing… and impregnating all of them.

Not exactly an easy task, but also not quite a thankless job either. So when he came to the realization that they had plenty of Nuke-O’s (his preferred breakfast) but nothing in the way of milk down in the vault… well, as Overseer, he had access to Vault Sixty-Nine’s technologies. He knew what they were capable of doing down here, what they’d HAD to be capable of doing in order to create him. The technology in the laboratories down below was… interesting, to say the least.

Put simply, the Overseer wanted milk. And he wasn’t willing to wait for enough women to be pregnant to get his daily amount. Besides, some women wouldn’t be able to feed their babies with their own milk. He was aware that that was sometimes an issue. So it was best if they had some sources of milk here and now, before the first children even arrived.

The young Overseer didn’t force anyone to do anything they didn’t want to do though. Put bluntly, with a vault of nine-hundred and ninety-nine women, there were always going to be some who didn’t have a skill or talent that made it obvious where they were supposed to be placed. The majority of women had been chosen for their genetics, for what they would give to the next generation.

But that didn’t mean they were useful to him now. Basically, he had a lot of extra women waiting for their turn to be bred, without much else to do. So, he had the Vault Doctor find some volunteers for some fun little experiments. It wasn’t too hard either. All he had to do was put ‘Any Volunteers Will Receive Priority Impregnation’ on the notice, and the Doctor was quickly undulated with people.

Of course, in the end she picked women who weren’t needed elsewhere in the vault. There were plenty of those types, scientists and engineers and mechanics and security who all wanted his cock to plow them silly right then and there. They didn’t want to wait their turn… but they would and they’d do a good job in the meantime if they EVER expected to get pregnant via his massive new bitch-breaker.

That threat alone left violence and crime in the vault at an amusing minimum. No one wanted to start anything and potentially lose out on becoming a mother thanks to the chemical cocktail in the air, constantly circulating through their systems. Still, even with that, the Vault Doctor ended up with a batch of twenty volunteers for their first experiment. And now… now it was complete.

And according to the delicious, delectable doctor, it had been a complete success. Of course, he was going to have to see for himself. That was why he was stepping into the laboratory, only to find the place neatly bisected down the middle by some sort of technological stockade.

“Doctor…”

His voice draws the eyes of the doctor, and causes the buttocks of twenty women to twitch and tremble. Because right now, that’s all he can see of them. The good doctor has her volunteers all bound up in the strange stockade, leaving them bent over at the waist, their heads restrained and their faces invisible to him. He can see their tits though, as he walks deeper into the lab. Their massive hugs are hanging beneath them, clearly far larger than they should be. And more than that… they’re lactating milk into these big suction cups that cover their bountiful breasts.

They’re being milked, the Overseer realizes after a moment. The Vault Doctor has certainly worked fast.

“O-Overseer… they’re ready for you now. All of them.”

He lifts a brow at that, even as she falls to her knees before him, already fumbling at his belt, hoping to pull his cock out and suck on it. She just can’t help herself, the silly girl. Just as she’s drawn his length from its confines, the young man pushes past the doctor. He leaves his hardening, thickening prick out in the open though, even as he steps around the stockade to the other side.

Twenty pairs of eyes immediately alight on his face as the Overseer takes in the sight of his volunteers. He smiles after a moment as they look at him needily, all of them moaning around the ball-gags in their mouths. No wonder they hadn’t said anything before. Ah, but now they’re trying to talk, the delicious, modified sluts. Their desire is evident, even as their gags make them sound a bit like they’re mooing.

Looking at them for a moment more, the Overseer finally steps forward and reaches for the first. He pulls one suction cup off of a tit and raises the nipple to his mouth instead. The entire time, he maintains eye-contact with that first woman, staring into her glazed eyes as he drinks from her breast. Her milk… is delicious. He’d asked the doctor to make it as tasty as possible without ruining the health benefits of it of course, and she’d clearly delivered because this stuff was amazing.

Taking an even longer draw than he originally intended, the young Overseer eventually pulls back, even as the woman he’s drinking from, old enough to be his mother he now notices, mewls happily around her gag. The others are all alternating between staring at his cock or glaring daggers at the woman who’s been lucky enough for him to drink from her. Of course, they have more reason to glare at her as well, as they’ll find out in a second.

“Right then… I did promise you all priority impregnation, didn’t I? Twenty creampies, coming right up?”

His words and the wicked grin across his face gets plenty of happiness… but then they begin to realize he’s starting where he’s at. As he moves back behind the stockade, he grabs hold of the wide, beautiful hips of the fat-assed big-tittied beauty he’d just drunk from. And then he sinks his massive cock right into her needy, sopping wet cunt. 

Her moans grow louder and everyone in the line knows what’s happening to her. The woman next to her realizes she gets to be next. The woman third in line realizes she’s only two away from getting a load. And so on and so forth. Realizing you’re tenth in line and have to wait for everyone before you to get fucked and filled is obviously disappointing. This leads to more than half of the twenty bound women whining through their gags in frustration, even as the Overseer ignores them in favor of fucking the first with all his might.

He plows her senseless. He makes sure of it, wanting to leave a lasting impression on the sexy middle-aged woman that he’s going to make a MILF. Of course, he’s sure he’s already left an impression on her. He’s the Overseer, and in the end she’s just a vault dweller under his leadership. Ah, but she’s so very deliciously tight. And she’s a screamer too, as she cums around his cock time and time again, just like the Vault Doctor did.

Eventually, he fills her with his seed. She lets out a satisfied moan at that, shuddering and nearly collapsing as he pulls out of her. Her legs give out on her, but she’s able to put most of her weight onto her hands as she pants heavily and tries to regain her breath. Of course, he’s not going to be known for being predictable. No, he’s the Overseer now, and he has no intention of… well, broadcasting his intentions.

Instead of fucking the next woman in line right away, the young Overseer slides his hand over her quivering buttocks… and then continues down the line, just like that. Her confused whine tells the others what’s happening, even as his hand trailing over ass after ass does the same. Not all are as fat-assed as the first woman was. Not all are the same age either. Nor are they the same ethnicity.

He wonders just how many women volunteered, that the Vault Doctor has managed to get such a diverse group of beautiful babes for him to fuck as they lactate into the milkers attached to their breasts. He wonders… and then sets that aside as he stops behind a tight, athletic behind. It can only belong to some sort of track star, but the jugs she has now means she won’t be running anywhere ever again without her breasts practically smacking her in the face.

Regardless, he grabs onto the athletic young woman’s firm behind, and he sinks into her waiting cunt from behind, just like he did with the first woman. He fucks her and those around her whine and mewl out their jealousy through their gags as she moans out her vocal enjoyment of his big, fat cock. And when he eventually cums inside of her, he leaves her just as exhausted as the first, before ultimately moving on.

This cycle continues for the next few hours. With twenty women to seed and breed, he takes his time in picking and choosing who he wants next. It’s nothing personal… how can it be? He barely knows these women, can’t even see their faces. All he has to go off of is their asses, their hips… and how they use them to draw his eye. Because the gorgeous booties before him are all nice and beautiful in their own ways. There’s not a single unappealing ass in the bunch.

So it really depends on how eager they each are, in the end. He fucks them all of course, fucks each and every one of them, and by the time he gets to the very last of his new lactating cows, he fucks her so hard that she doesn’t even mind being twentieth. Because while twentieth out of twenty might not be very good, twentieth out of nine hundred and ninety-nine was… phenomenal.

Regardless, the Overseer does his duty. He seeds all of the beauties before him, and then he leaves them behind for the Vault Doctor to clean up. They are HER experiments after all. Of course, a day later when the task of assigning his twenty new lactating women to jobs as they grow more and more pregnant comes across his desk, he knows exactly what he wants out of at least two of them.

And so it goes that the Overseer acquires two lovely maids with two lovely pairs of knockers. One of them, the athletic girl, is the one who cleans up after him. The other, the hot, soon-to-be MILF… she cooks. And both of them…

“Girls. Breakfast time.”

The Overseer smiles, as he sits at his dining table with a bowl of dry Nuke-O’s before him. His lovely maids in their equally lovely French maid outfits step away from their current duties, both with blushes and smiles on their faces as they stand on either side of the small table. Pulling down their already low-cut tops, they let their breasts bounce out… and then they pull off the small liquid-absorbers that cover their nipples and stop them from lactating every moment of every day.

The Overseer watches in arousal and deep satisfaction as both women begin to milk themselves, their delicious, tasty fluid squirting out into his bowl of Nuke-O’s until it’s nice and full and his cereal is no longer dry. Reaching out, the young man places a hand on either of his maid’s asses and gives them a nice, firm squeeze, followed up by a sharp smack that has them both gasping in arousal.

“Good girls. Back to work now.”

They do as they’re told, and the young Overseer digs into his breakfast, even as he looks at the reports which require his attention for the day. All is well, all is good… and slowly but surely, he’s settling more and more into his role as Overseer of Vault Sixty-Nine.