Chapter 227 - My OC Stash #27 - Vault 69 by Cambrian (Fallout)

-Back to Cambrian NSFW fics~ Starting off with a young Overseer of the Vault 69, the ideal harem plot yes.

Sypnosis: 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 c.o.c.k. But with 998 other women, she's far from the last.

Rated: M

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Chapter 1-3 (exceptional)

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 amus.e.m.e.nt 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 l.u.s.t 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 l.u.s.t 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 c.o.c.k, 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 s.l.u.t 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 m.o.a.ns 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-c.o.c.k!"

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 s.l.u.t 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 c.o.c.k, much larger than it was before, throbs as he f.u.c.ks the good doctor from behind with all his might. She m.o.a.ns beneath him, and it's not long before she's c.u.m.m.i.n.g 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 s.e.xy, s.l.u.tty blonde is beside herself with bliss, drowning in ecstasy and euphoria. She's completely and utterly delirious, and he's barely even started f.u.c.k.i.n.g 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 f.u.c.k her… but to breed her, to i.m.p.r.e.g.n.a.t.e 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 c.u.m 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 s.l.u.t 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 m.o.a.ns 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 c.o.c.k 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 s.l.u.t, even as she looks up at him as she takes his c.o.c.k 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.

Chapter 2

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 c.o.c.ktail 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 s.l.u.t. Even a month later, even after they knew for certain he'd i.m.p.r.e.g.n.a.t.ed her, she still insisted on spending every ounce of her free time under his desk, sucking his c.o.c.k. 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 f.u.c.k s.l.u.t 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 s.l.u.tty 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 c.o.c.k 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 c.o.c.ktail 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 b.r.e.a.s.ts.

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 c.o.c.k 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 m.o.a.ning 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 s.l.u.ts. 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 n.i.p.p.l.e 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 b.r.e.a.s.t. 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 c.o.c.k 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 h.i.p.s of the fat-assed big-tittied beauty he'd just drunk from. And then he sinks his massive c.o.c.k right into her needy, sopping wet cunt.

Her m.o.a.ns 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 f.u.c.k.i.e.d 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 f.u.c.k.i.n.g the first with all his might.

He plows her senseless. He makes sure of it, wanting to leave a lasting impression on the s.e.xy 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 c.u.ms around his c.o.c.k time and time again, just like the Vault Doctor did.

Eventually, he fills her with his seed. She lets out a satisfied m.o.a.n 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 f.u.c.k.i.n.g 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 f.u.c.k as they lactate into the milkers attached to their b.r.e.a.s.ts. 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 b.r.e.a.s.ts 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 f.u.c.ks her and those around her whine and mewl out their jealousy through their gags as she m.o.a.ns out her vocal enjoyment of his big, fat c.o.c.k. And when he eventually c.u.ms 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 h.i.p.s… 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 f.u.c.ks them all of course, f.u.c.ks each and every one of them, and by the time he gets to the very last of his new lactating cows, he f.u.c.ks 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 b.r.e.a.s.ts bounce out… and then they pull off the small liquid-absorbers that cover their n.i.p.p.l.es 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.

Chapter 3

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 c.o.c.k, 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 c.o.c.k 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, c.o.c.k-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 c.o.c.k 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 d.i.c.k.

"This is better. I like the look in your eye now a lot more. It's… respectful. Given our current circ.u.mstances, 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 c.o.c.k 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 f.u.c.k I want with you."

He pulls back then, his c.o.c.k 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 c.o.c.khead 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, f.u.c.k.i.n.g 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 c.o.c.k, 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 m.o.a.ning around his d.i.c.k, 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 c.u.ms 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 c.u.ms 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 c.o.c.k 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 c.u.m.

"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 c.u.m and tears and drool, her makeup and mascara utterly ruined. The other, her mouth and chin covered in p.u.s.s.y juices, but otherwise pristine. They both wear the uniform of their station, Vault Security, their names emblazoned across their left b.r.e.a.s.ts.

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 c.o.c.k 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 s.e.x.u.a.l 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 n.a.k.e.d from the waist down as she bends over her desk and shakes her shapely, firm buttocks back in his direction, m.o.a.ning wantonly.

Then, she reaches back under herself, spreads her p.u.s.s.y lips open with her fingers, and begins to speak.

"Please sir… please, knock up my s.l.u.tty, naughty cunt. F.u.c.k 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 h.i.p.s, lines up his c.o.c.k, and teases her entrance for just a moment before sinking into her. She's more than ready for him, as she m.o.a.ns out loud and takes more and more of his d.i.c.k 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 f.u.c.k.i.n.g the FORMER Security Chief hard against her desk. As such, all Anya really gives him in response to his declaration is incoherent m.o.a.ning. But judging by the way she's happily pushing her h.i.p.s back towards his thrusting c.o.c.k and the way she's c.u.m.m.i.n.g around his d.i.c.k 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 f.u.c.k 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 f.u.c.ks 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 c.u.ms as soon as possible, filling Anya's w.o.m.b 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 c.u.ms one final time around his c.o.c.k, her m.o.a.ns 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 c.o.c.k 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-f.u.c.k.i.e.d 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!"