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Lex frowned, hands on her hips as she looked around the upper control center. The security chief of Vault 30 was tall and broad, with dark skin, a large afro, a muscular frame and generous curves that filled out her blue and yellow jumpsuit. As the Vault’s security chief, she was one of only ten residents allowed to carry a weapon, which was currently holstered at her side. “You checked the room?” she asked again.
Next to her, her deputy rolled his eyes, but stiffened quickly and nodded obediently when she turned to look at him. Arnold was shorter than Lex, a barrel-shaped man with a large mustache and a perpetually worried look on his face. “Yes, ma’am. No sign of the Overseer. Maybe she came back downstairs; it’s not like there’s anywhere up here for her to go.”
Lex’s frown deepened, and she turned to look around the room. There was one place that Overseer Martineau might have gone, but Lex couldn’t tell Arnold about it. Three days earlier had been the annual strategy meeting for Vault 30, and the topic of conversation had been the Vault’s dropping birthrate over the past twenty years. Several suggestions had been raised, but the council had vetoed mandatory birthing or opening the Vault five years early to seek out new blood. Martineau had been unusually quiet, and yesterday she had vanished along with one of Lex’s handpicked security officers and an upper-level technician.
In the past, Lex would have just pinged Martineau’s Pip-Boy, getting her location instantly, but the Vault’s geolocation software had broken down two years ago (just one of the growing list of malfunctions after seventy-five years of isolation) so she was stuck doing the legwork herself. The last sighting of any of the three had been near the upper control center, which in addition to operating life support on Levels 1 and 2, contained access to the Vault’s main entrance.
If Martineau had secretly left the Vault to gather information, with all of its override codes in her head, it could be disastrous. Lex needed to make sure that hadn’t happened.
“What are we looking for?” Arnold asked.
“Signs of tampering on the upper hatches,” Lex answered brusquely. “You check the left, I’ll check the right.” Without waiting for a reply, she strode over to the access hatches on the right side of the room; each one had a series of small steps in the wall below it for ease of access, and she climbed up and pressed against the hatch carefully to open it and look for signs that someone had been through recently.
Instead, the instant that she pushed the hatch open there was a flash of bright blue light, and Lex felt all of her worries slip away. A robotic voice said, “Congratulations. You have won a prize. Place your weapon in the prize slot to claim it.” With a whirring sound, a metal box was lowered to her.
Winning a prize sounded great. With a happy smile, Lex pulled out her pistol and placed it in the box, which promptly snapped shut. A pair of metal tentacles dropped from the access hatch, wrapping around her shoulders and pulling her up into the darkness, clicking the hatch shut behind her.
The rush of motion cleared the fog, and Lex’s brows furrowed. “What the fuck? Hey! Let go of me!” She tried to push free of the tentacles, kicking furiously as her captor rose up the access tunnel. It was some kind of robot, a floating orb with several tendrils dangling down below it, like the simple Mr. Handys that served the Vault but larger.
The robot ignored her complaints, rising through the other hatch. Lex craned her neck as she struggled, trying to reach the box with her gun in it. The robot had taken her to some kind of long corridor, lined with alcoves. Most of them were empty, but the three nearest to the hatch were filled, and Lex felt panic rise as she saw what was in them.
Each alcove contained a naked woman - one large, pale-skinned and curvaceous, one small, tan, and skinny, and one lithe, brown, and fit. They were completely hairless from head to toe, at least as far as Lex could tell. Their heads were pressed back against the alcove, with a large visor obscuring their upper heads, moaning around the ring gags holding their mouths open. Their legs had been stretched up until their ankles were above their shoulders and locked into the metal of the wall, and their arms had been pulled back behind them, leaving and their vaginas and asses thrust out into the hall, on full display. All three women were breathing heavily, breasts heaving and drool dripping down from their mouths, pussies glistening with need, and the closest one turned her head towards Lex and moaned helplessly through her gag as she realized that she was not alone, thrusting her pussy in Lex’s direction. With a start, Lex recognized her as Overseer Martineau, and she screamed and redoubled her attempts to break free.
The robotic orb above her tilted slightly, and Lex had a moment to see some kind of angled screen on it before another bright blue flash occurred. Her muscles went limp, as she struggled to remember why she had been worried, and the tendrils unwound from around her.
“The robots will capture you. You must remove your clothing to confuse them and hide in that alcove.”
Right. Obviously. Robots wouldn’t recognize her without clothes on. Lex quickly stripped off her jumpsuit, nipples erect in the cool air as she pulled off her bra and dropped her panties to the floor in front of her, then placed her Pip Boy on top of the pile of clothing. She looked at the robot. It wasn’t trying to grab her again, so the trick was obviously working! Satisfied with her success, she turned to climb into the alcove to her right. She tried to step inside, realized that the alcove was much too small to crouch in, and paused uncertainly. Why was she trying to climb into an alcove? Why was she naked??
Lex turned to throw herself out of the alcove, but it was much too late. Twin claws dropped down in front of her on long wires, grabbing her ankles and yanking them into the air. As she fell backwards into the alcove again, two bulbous rubber orbs extended, wrapping around her flailing hands and pulling them behind her back.
The alcove was smooth and padded, and her back settled against it softly. Lex gasped in pain as her legs were pulled up tighter and tighter, pressing against her shoulders like the women across the corridor, and her arms were pulled backwards into the machine. She struggled helplessly, gritting her teeth. The robotic voice echoed again. “Welcome to your new home. Please prepare for processing.”
“No!” Lex shouted. This was a Vault system, it had to respond to her security codes. “Override Code 71-P3!” Lex shouted.
There was a crackle of static, and a voice recording began playing above her. It was a man’s voice, smooth and deep. “Security code recognized. I’m sorry, Security Chief, but you do not have authority to override Beta Protocol.”
A flexible strap extended from the wall, wrapping around her throat and holding it still. She felt something rising up between her legs, a round, smooth object that settled against her vulnerable snatch. “Your cooperation will be appreciated. Please open your mouth.”
The alcove filled with a flash of blue light, and Lex breathed out slowly. Cooperation would be important. She couldn’t escape right now anyway. She needed to wait for her chance. Obediently, she opened her mouth, and two thin claws lowered, holding a long strap with a ring-shaped hole in the middle, just like those she had seen on the other captives. The straps were pulled tight against her face, and the ring was tucked under her teeth, forcing her jaw wide.
“As you have hopefully noticed, your Overseer and guiding council are all women, and have been for the” ‘Seventy. Four. Years.’ “of your Vault’s history. This was not an accident. Your Vault has been designed to place women in all positions of authority indefinitely, to gauge the effects of female dominance on an isolated society.”
Lex nodded happily. That made sense. The object nestled against her pussy rumbled to life, sending wonderful vibrations through her lower body. Lex sagged back in her restraints with a sigh of pleasure. What a nice machine. What a friendly machine.
What the fuck?
Lex’s eyes snapped open, the monologue continuing as the machine continued to tease her. It was nice, but she was strapped in an alcove like some kind of toy! She tried to yell her override code again, but the gag in her mouth reduced her attempt to “Ooehii caa he-en-i…” The blue flash came again, and she trailed off. This was silly. She should be listening, not yelling.
“However,” the voice continued, “Vault designers knew that this could lead to population issues down the road. Beta Protocol was an optional solution presented only to your Overseer. The women that you see in these processing stations have been taken from outside your Vault, and through the latest in Mesmotron technology, will be adjusted to become servile breeding sows. This will allow the women of Vault 30 to continue to apply their genius to more pressing concerns. Each Gathertron robot is programmed to seek out genetically intact female subjects outside your Vault, and return them here for processing. Once processing is complete, males from the Vault will be allowed to interface with them, producing new citizens.”
That also seemed reasonable, especially when combined with the lovely sensations rolling through her lower body. Vault 30’s women were important, and probably everyone outside was starving and feral. They might even prefer it. But even through the Mesmotron, a worm of doubt was wiggling. If the robots were programmed to seek subjects outside the Vault, why did they take the Overseer? Or Lex herself?
As the hypnotic burst subsided, and the vibrators humming in her lower regions spooled down again, Lex groaned in frustration, the realization hitting her with all the force of the orgasm she’d just been denied. Geolocation. The Vault wasn’t transmitting. The robots didn’t know not to come downstairs.
“Only the Overseer may initiate or abort Beta Protocol, and that authority cannot be transferred,” the voice continued. “We understand that you may be disturbed by this. If you wish to abort the protocol, the Overseer will have to be replaced. Please note that the Overseer position cannot be rescinded; a new Overseer can be appointed only in the event of the previous Overseer’s death. Determine whether your gender or political loyalties are more important to you, and act accordingly.”
“Nuuh! Yuu duuuk uaalld idiziinss!”
“Safe mesmetron uses temporarily exceeded. Applying corrective measures.”
The vibrations stopped abruptly. At the same time, Lex felt heat radiating through the casing holding her feet above her head. She shrieked and thrashed in her bonds as the heat became unbearable, pressing tight against her soles and feeling like they were being roasted alive. Sweat beaded on her brow as her screams echoed through the corridor. She tried to pull her feet away, but the hot surface was pressing down on every inch of them, and she couldn’t so much as wiggle one of her toes.
Eventually, the heat began to subside, leaving her tear-stained and gasping for breath. Lex stared hopelessly out of her alcove at the three squirming women across the way. How long until she joined them? With Martineau trapped and the robots guarding her, no one could cancel these protocols. She was utterly at the mercy of the machine.
“Mesmetron uses refreshed. Prepare for the next stage of processing.”
A metal arm lowered in front of her face, with an electric razor on the end. It began to rise towards Lex’s afro, and she sobbed hopelessly.
“Pleath, nuu maa aairr…”
The blue flash came again. Lex tried to bite down on her gag, tried to fight the haze filling her mind, but it was useless. Within a second, she was dazed and uncertain, as the vibrator rumbled to life once again beneath her.
“Your hair is an unnecessary complication. It will be a pleasure not to have to worry about it.”
As the razor touched her forehead, Lex sighed with relief. The touch of the razor against her skin, the breath of air tickling her scalp as it was shaved clear for the first time in her life, all of it combined with the wonderful sensations this perfect machine was giving her. She squirmed happily in her bonds, trying to press further down on the vibrator and push herself to a climax. She didn’t need her hair. It would only get in the way. She was so close. She could feel it building inside her.
The fog cleared from her mind as the last lock of hair fell, just as the vibrator stilled, leaving her desperate and on edge. She could feel the thin layer of fuzz on her head, and tried to shake her head. “Plssss…”
“Decontamination in progress. Mesmetron not possible during decontamination. Please remain still.”
A set of vents above her opened, and a cloud of white steam was blasted downwards. Lex gagged and choked as the horrible, bitter steam poured down her throat, her lungs burning and her body screaming for air. The cloud filled the hatch, covering every inch of her body, and she began to feel an itching sensation spreading over her skin. It grew worse by the second, until she was thrashing in her restraints, desperate to pull her hands free and rub at her tormented flesh. The sensation was worst on her most sensitive spots, and her breasts flopped back and forth as Lex tried to push them out enough to rub on the hatch, to no avail. She rubbed her pussy desperately against the vibrator, which was already slick with her desire, but it had no effect on the sensation; instead, the itchiness seemed to amplify her existing arousal, leaving her aching with need on top of the unbearable sensations.
“Decontamination complete. Washing.”
As the gas was sucked away in a blast of air, the nozzles opened again, and ice-cold water blasted down over Lex. She shrieked, bucking wildly as the nozzles moved up and down, bombarding her one inch at a time and washing the residue off her skin. The fiendish devices seemed to pay particular attention to sensitive places, spending extra time jetting water over her sensitive armpits, tits, and pussy, and she writhed and shivered and tried to beg the system to let her go. The sensation was so overwhelming that she didn’t notice what was wrong until she glanced down and saw locks of frizzy dark hair washing down the drain below her. A desperate glance at her now-smooth pussy confirmed it. The ‘decontamination’, whatever it was doing, was also an exfoliant. Every last hair on her body had been washed away, leaving her completely smooth and helpless.
“Mental processing may now begin.”
Lex’s eyes twitched as a whirring sound came from above her, and a visor slowly lowered, obscuring her vision. She whimpered softly, and in response there was another flash of the Mesmetron.
“Please observe this training material. It will be useful in your new life.”
Lex’s shoulders relaxed, and she groaned in pleasure as the vibrator began once again. The screen in front of her lit up, showing scenes of women locked in a variety of restraints, all of them screaming in delight as they were gangbanged by man after man. Lex moaned, watching the women receiving the release she was being denied. She wanted that. She needed that.
She needed to fight that. She couldn’t let herself give in. Gritting her teeth against the vibrator, which was continuing to tease her lower body, Lex shut her eyes tightly. She had to hold out until help arrived.
“Safe mesmetron uses temporarily exceeded. Applying corrective measures.”
Lex’s eyes snapped open. “Nuuuh!”
Once again, searing heat was applied to her feet, and she writhed in her bindings. This time, the scenes in front of her shifted, showing women being whipped, spanked, and slapped around as men continued to fuck them relentlessly.
“Do not look away.”
Every time she tried to close her eyes, the heat on her soles got worse. The longer she watched these degrading, humiliating scenes, the lower the heat became. Through it all, tortured or not, the vibrator continued to tease her, tapering off as she felt herself approaching climax and then turning on again as her spams of need subsided. And every few minutes, another one of those awful blue pulses, each one accompanied by an instruction.
“You require a man inside you.”
“You are nothing but a breeding sow.”
“This experience is everything you have ever desired.”
“You will not reach climax without a partner.”
It was bombarding her, overwhelming her. Lex struggled, she twitched, she tried to beg through her gag, but the experience was unending.
And then she heard it. Footsteps, several people approaching. Arnold’s voice. “She came through here. Watch out for the robots.”
Lex screamed, as loudly as she could. “EEELLLLPP!!”
“Oh my God, we’ve got to get them out.” It was Diana, one of Lex’s security agents. Lex couldn’t see her, but she could picture her - short, wiry, and tough, with light brown skin and red-streaked hair. She would save them all.
The sound of a sharp, whirring bulb flashing. A hint of blue around the edge of Lex’s visor.
“The robots will capture you. You must remove your clothing to confuse them and then and hide in that alcove.”
Diana’s voice. “Right. Of course.”
“Diana, what the fuck?” Arnold’s voice, full of shock and confusion.
Another flash.
“This is normal. Deliver your gun and depart.”
“Oh. Right. Of course.”
“Wait, Arnold. Don’t - ahghg!!”
Lex collapsed against her restraints as she heard Diana being pulled into the alcove next to her, as Arnold calmly and quiet walked away. He couldn’t leave. She needed him to fuck her, to give her the climax she was being denied.
Was that what she needed? It didn’t sound right. But right now, as she listened to Diana screaming as the machine tortured her soles, it was the only thing that Lex could imagine wanting.