[BONUS] Vault 69 Pt 3 (Fallout) [RELEASED] (Patreon)

Commission

Themes: Dom/Sub, Rough Sex, Breeding

Summary:  The Overseer has a strict breeding schedule to keep, and little time to waste. So when he finds his Security Chief, female of course, with one of her more timid subordinates nose deep in her cunt, he's fairly irritated. Not only is the woman taking advantage of her subordinate, she's doing so on HIS time at a meeting SHE set. Such behavior will be corrected. 

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The moment he steps into the office of the Vault’s Security Chief, HIS Security Chief, the young Overseer knows exactly what’s going on. He was never anyone’s fool to begin with, but with his SPECIAL stats all maxed to ten… well, he’s not going to miss all of the hints to what’s happening before his eyes, neither the subtle ones nor the not-so-subtle ones. The Overseer’s lips curl down into a frank frown, even as he clears his throat, standing there at the entrance to the Chief’s office.

“Security Chief.”

Her eyes snap to him immediately, and she smiles a rosy smile, even as she gestures him forward with the one hand that isn’t currently beneath her desk.

“Ah! Overseer! Come in, come in! Have a seat. Mm, thank you for meeting with me so we could discuss your security. The way I see it, I’m the most important woman in this Vault, aren’t I? I get to protect that scrumptious body of yours from all the ravenous girls out there aiming to get a taste of it.”

Her smile is wide and wicked, and her eyes twinkle a little as she stares at him. But the Overseer doesn’t move from where he’s currently standing, doesn’t submit himself to her command. Instead, he stands there and takes the woman in. She’s an arrogant type, obviously. That much is very, very clear. But on top of that, she’s a muscular-type as well.

Probably quite fit, though still very much a woman in all the ways that count, at least from what he can see of her right now. She’s very strong, and very strong-willed as well, he imagines. That’s probably why she thinks she can walk right over him, boss him around, cow him into submission. Does she intend to be the power behind HIS throne, controlling the Vault from her position as Head of Security, aiming to sell him, his thick cock, and his virile seed to the highest bidders?

“No.”

After letting a few moments pass, the Overseer finally speaks, even as he also finally steps forward. His single word seems to surprise the Security Chief for a moment, her eyes widening and her smile fading somewhat.

“No? No, what?”

Chuckling lightly, the Overseer makes his way across the office. However, rather than taking one of the chairs and sitting down as she’s told him to, he steps to the side, beginning to circle around to HER side of the desk.

“Just no. Did you really think I’d simply bow down?”

The Security Chief leans forward, as if to stand up and confront him.

“Why you-!”

But of course, she can’t stand up in her current position. The young Overseer prevents her from doing so anyways, planting a hand on her shoulder and slamming her back in her chair.

“You may remain seated. After all, wouldn’t want to dislodge the lovely young woman currently buried between your thighs, now would we?”

The Security Chief is momentarily shocked into silence by that, even as the Overseer slides his gaze down the length of her body to the place betwixt her legs where another woman, this one definitely younger and also dressed in a security uniform, kneels and eats out her immediate superior. This more than anything else angers the Overseer. That the woman placed in such an important position as Security Chief would try to make such an obvious power move… it pisses him off something fierce.

Luckily, her own attempt at bolstering her confidence now proves her downfall. The girl between her legs flicks her gaze between the two of them, but ultimately continues to lick at her superior’s cunt, effectively trapping the Security Chief in her seat and leaving the Overseer free to do as he likes. As he likes just so happens to be pulling his cock out of his jumpsuit and slapping his naughty Head of Security across the face with it.

“Bad Girl. Very, very bad girl.”

The woman gasps in outraged shock the first time he does it. But then he keeps doing it, cock-slapping her back and forth until she’s whimpering, her tongue tracing out to try and lick at his length and her nostrils flaring in obvious need as she takes in his musk. Smirking, the young man finally stops swinging his erection back and forth and instead presses it up against the older woman’s lips. They open immediately, and he slides into her hot, wet, velvety mouth without pause, forcing his cock inch after inch past her lips and down her throat, into her esophagus.

Her eyes widen as he forces the entirety of his shaft into her mouth, her nostrils flaring as she tries to breathe. But he doesn’t stop, not until those same nostrils are buried in his crotch, his ball sack slapping messily against her chin as he forces every last inch of his prodigious man meat down her throat. Then, he holds it there. He holds it and he looks down into his Security Chief’s watery eyes as she jerks a little, choking on his dick.

“This is better. I like the look in your eye now a lot more. It’s… respectful. Given our current circumstances, you need to know how to respect those above you… and below you. Treating your subordinates like nothing more than toys for your pleasure… what sort of message do you think that sends me?”

Smirking, the Overseer leans down a bit, his cock still buried deep in his Security Chief’s throat. Her eyes are ever so slowly starting to roll back in her head from the asphyxiation, even as he speaks down at her.

“I’ll tell you. It shows me that you wanted to be treated the same way by your superiors. And you only have one of those, don’t you? Me. Which means I get to do whatever the fuck I want with you.”

He pulls back then, his cock sliding all the way out of her throat and right to her lips, where he leaves just the tip in her mouth.

“Suck it.”

She does so instinctively, his charismatic personality, his persuasive intimidation working wonders. Her eyes are still watery, and the first involuntary tears are starting to fall, but oh does she suck him. Her tongue swirls around his cockhead as she looks up at him, locking gazes and suctioning in her cheeks to give him as much pleasure as she can.

“Seems I was right. You’re doing better now… but you still need to be punished, don’t you?”

Taking hold of her ponytail and isn’t it nice that she’s given him a handle, the young Overseer smirks and begins to thrust forward into his Security Chief’s throat, fucking her face right there in her office while one of her girls eats her out under her desk.

“Gagkh! Gagkh! Gagkh!”

Tears stream down her cheeks from the violent deep-throating, and drool collects on her chin before eventually dripping down onto her chest. Her makeup and mascara run through, steadily making a glorious ruin of her face as she allows him to use her as nothing more than a receptacle for his cock, almost eagerly submitting to his plundering of her mouth hole as her tongue writhes along the underside of his constantly pistoning prick.

And then she’s moaning around his dick, her eyes rolling up in her head for an entirely different reason than lack of air as the girl between her legs gets her off and she cums all over her subordinate’s face. The Overseer just snorts derisively as his Security Chief humiliates and debases herself before him. Its obvious that every bit of her plans for this ‘meeting’ have backfired spectacularly.

In the end, he cums in short order. His seed fills her throat and when she can’t swallow quickly enough, it overflows out of her nostrils and the sides of her mouth as she chokes on it. He still holds his cock in her esophagus until he’s done though, using his grip on her ponytail to keep her in place all the way to the end. Only once it’s over does the young Overseer pull back, his messy prick leaving his Head of Security’s throat and then mouth with a pop as she hacks and coughs up even more of his cum.

“Get up. Both of you.”

His commanding tone sees the two women in the room scrambling to obey. Soon, they stand before him side by side at attention. One with her face covered in cum and tears and drool, her makeup and mascara utterly ruined. The other, her mouth and chin covered in pussy juices, but otherwise pristine. They both wear the uniform of their station, Vault Security, their names emblazoned across their left breasts.

His current Security Chief is named Anya. Her subordinate is named Claire. For a moment, the Overseer just takes the two women in, eyeing them both up and down. Then, he turns his gaze to Claire.

“And what is your part in all of this?”

The woman, younger than her superior and probably closer to his age, bows her head immediately, subverting her gaze.

“J-Just following orders, sir…”

He believes her. She clearly felt she had no choice but to obey her superior and obey her well. Still, if she was going to follow orders, they should be HIS orders. The Overseer says as much, and Claire swallows thickly, hastily snapping off a salute.

“Y-Yes sir!”

Smirking, the young man reaches down and grabs his cock by the base.

“Good. Then you can start by cleaning off my member with that skillful tongue of yours.”

Claire drops to her knees and does as she’s told, her mouth immediately going to work on slurping off the excessive amount of sexual fluids that are dripping even now off of his gargantuan member. Her tongue slides this way and that across his length, and her lips suction down here and there as she works over a particularly messy section.

As the Overseer enjoys her efforts immensely, he turns his attention towards his Head of Security, who even now is staring straight forward at attention, even with her face in ruins.

“Now, as for you… it’s clear that this was a cry for attention. Luckily for you, after such a succinct apology, I’m inclined to give you the attention you so clearly deserve. While your subordinate continues to clean me off, I want you to pull those pants down the rest of the way and lose the panties while you’re at it. Then, bend over your desk and beg me for what we BOTH know you want so badly.”

Anya’s eyes widen, and then she hastens to obey. Watching through lidded eyes, the young Overseer smiles as the older woman strips out of her pants and tears her sopping wet panties off as well. When she’d had Claire eating her out beneath her desk, it seemed that she’d just pushed her panties aside to give the younger woman access. Now though, she’s completely naked from the waist down as she bends over her desk and shakes her shapely, firm buttocks back in his direction, moaning wantonly.

Then, she reaches back under herself, spreads her pussy lips open with her fingers, and begins to speak.

“Please sir… please, knock up my slutty, naughty cunt. Fuck me silly and give me a baby so that I know my place as just another one of your women. You’re right. You’re completely right. I… I was acting out because I wanted to skip ahead in line. I want to be pregnant soooo badly, and you’re the only one who can give me the baby I need inside of me. Please, Overseer… breed me. Breed me silly.”

Well, with such a heartfelt request, how is he supposed to say no? Chuckling, the Overseer pulls Claire away from his pristine prick, glancing down at her as she pants needily, clearly wanting it just as badly as her boss.

“Go and put that delicious tongue of yours to use on Anya’s face next.”

She whines a little, but hops up to obey nonetheless. As the Overseer takes up position behind his wayward Security Chief, he grabs hold of her hips, lines up his cock, and teases her entrance for just a moment before sinking into her. She’s more than ready for him, as she moans out loud and takes more and more of his dick inside of her cunt.

Filling her up to the brim as Claire gets to work on cleaning up her superior’s face, the Overseer reaches out and grabs hold of Anya’s ponytail, dragging her head back just a tad and giving her subordinate more of a target. Then, he leans forward and speaks loud enough for both of them to hear.

“I believe that a chance in leadership in Security is in order. One of you has proven exceedingly good at obeying her superiors, while the other had to be browbeaten into submission. That said, Claire will be Head of Security from this moment on. Anya, you will report to her until your pregnancy is far enough along that you’re pulled away from work.”

Even as he speaks, he’s fucking the FORMER Security Chief hard against her desk. As such, all Anya really gives him in response to his declaration is incoherent moaning. But judging by the way she’s happily pushing her hips back towards his thrusting cock and the way she’s cumming around his dick again and again and again, it doesn’t seem like she minds the change all that much.

Claire on the other hand, pulls back from cleaning Anya’s messy face for a moment to stare past her former superior at him in abject shock. After a second, she’s able to collect herself, clearing her throat and licking her lips as she stutters out a response.

“I-I… t-thank you, sir! I… I won’t let you down!”

The young Overseer chuckles and reaches out to pat her cheek gently.

“See that you don’t. That submissive streak of yours is nice, but you answer to me and only me now. Keep that in mind.”

“Yes sir!”

“And get back to work. I didn’t tell you to stop, did I?”

Claire hurries to obey, even as the Overseer continues to fuck Anya into her desk from behind. Of course, by this point there actually isn’t much left of Anya’s face to clean up. Instead, the two end up kissing and making out, Claire’s tongue clearly dominating Anya’s as she holds the older woman’s face in her hands and takes advantage of her weakness.

Grunting as he fucks Anya towards another release, the Overseer doesn’t bother holding back one bit. There’s no point in drawing this out, he’s already had more than his fair share of fun. Instead, he cums as soon as possible, filling Anya’s womb with his virile seed. There’s no doubt in any of their minds that the former Head of Security is already pregnant, even as her eyes roll back in her head and she cums one final time around his cock, her moans muffled by Claire’s lips. 

The former Security Chief bucks and spasms and shakes between them, and the Overseer pulls out, letting her collapse forward onto her desk. Or… her former desk anyways. As he tucks his cock away and fixes up his VaultTech suit, he walks towards the door. Behind him, he hears an exchange that makes him smile, even as he departs the office.

“Hey! Get your slimy freshly-fucked body off of my desk you damn bitch!”

“Y-Yes ma’am…”

“Good! There’s going to be some changes around here. The Overseer has given me a responsibility, YOUR responsibility, and I’m not about to disappoint him in the same way you did!”