Fallout: Vault 69

Chapter 12 - Cracking Maria

Trigger warning for sexual content

Maria...may have miscalculated.

The smooth sensation of Tomas slipped past her now swollen lips as the middle-aged woman bobbed her head at a dutiful pace.

Her tongue, just as enthusiastic, licked and coiled around his length with all the technique she'd been afforded over sixteen years of marriage. And yet, where she should have felt relief feeling the spongy head at the back of her throat suddenly swell and deposit its load in her mouth, all she experienced was exasperation.

The sensation of his hand on the back of her head tightened, coiling in the shorn locks of platinum blond hair tickling her cheek. It held her there, unexpectedly strong as if demanding her obedience.

This sting along her scalp would prove to be the least of her troubles. Instead, her attention remained fixed on the musky, bitter flavor punching the back of her throat with each heady pulse filling the small cavity of her mouth.

She groaned, sickened and exhausted in a way she wasn't used to.

After three servings of the vile fluid, you'd think she'd start to adjust to that particular distaste. But then, you'd also think three blowjobs would be enough to sate any man's appetite.

Both assumptions would prove to be wrong, made evident by the steady throb that resounded along her lips fit firmly around his turgid girth.

Another groan sounded, this time fueled by frustration as the hand against her skull urged her upwards without so much as a word. He forced her to continue her service as her jaw cried out in protest.

Glancing up through her lashes, the tight, furled expression of a boy in the midst of a temper tantrum was all that greeted her, the sound of his labored breath heavy in her ears.

Maria's orbs burned with a rage that refused to be tamed. She'd gotten herself into this situation, of course. But that didn't make her anger towards the boy she was currently fellating any less acute considering his own part in her humiliation.

He'd been the one to call on her, after all. He'd been the one that expected her to strip down and spread her legs like some carnival ride.

She'd had no choice but to try and reason with him, as manipulative as her methods might have come across. But where she'd been hoping to find an easily exploitable child, she'd discovered something far more dangerous...

The good thing about men, the only good thing, was a simple fact that, no matter how controlling they tried to be, no matter how stubborn or self-important, they had an off switch. A happy button. A simple action that shut them up and shut them down long enough for women like Maria to get what they needed.

It was a similarity that Tomas did not share.

It wasn't natural. No, worse than that. It wasn't human! By this point in the night, he should have been beyond spent. He should be little more than a limp tube of flesh with balls like raisins and a dumb, pliant grin on his cheeks!

It was quickly becoming apparent that he'd been getting his own little chemical cocktail right alongside the women. But whereas the Vault's drugs had turned them into fat-titted cows, they had gifted him with unusual stamina bordering on the supernatural.

Maria felt honest worry starting in her chest. Perhaps if she could feel him soften in her mouth, or if the volume of his release tapered slightly, she could find the strength to continue.

He allowed for none of that, as hard and insistent as the moment she'd teased him into accepting an alternative to the hole between her legs.

But that had been before she'd made the mistake of getting greedy and attempting to escape early. And rather than giving into his guilt, Tomas was intent on taking the emotion out on her instead.