Chapter 2

Time seemed elusive in the Vault as if the world outside had ceased to exist. After a meal was served in the conference room, we were granted eight hours to rest. With nothing else to do, I succumbed to sleep, only to be haunted by nightmares of the atomic bomb and the unsettling truths uncovered in my family. When morning (or whatever) arrived, I rose from my bed, performing the morning duty in the communal bathrooms. With faces washed and teeth brushed, we congregated in the conference room once more. There, we were met with a small sandwich and a cup of coffee.

As Fiona stepped into the Vault orientation room, I couldn’t help but feel a mixture of excitement and nervousness. Fiona, the overseer, stood at the front. I just had time to really inspect her charm. Her long brown hair was tied back in a ponytail. I felt attracted to her sweet hazel eyes and her busty shape under a jumpsuit.

“Welcome, everyone, to Vault 69 orientation,” Fiona began, her voice echoing in the spacious room. “I’m sure you’re all eager to learn about life and culture in our Vault, and I’m here to guide you through the process.”

She went on to explain the rules and culture of the Vault, emphasizing the same shit I had heard yesterday about the importance of freesex and freedom. As she spoke, I glanced around at my fellow new members, a mix of eager faces. Among them were a young boy named Max, with messy raven hair and a mischievous grin, and three girls: Kate, with freckles dusting her cheeks and amber hair tied in a bun; Brownie, whose dark curls framed her heart-shaped face; and Bridget, whose dirty blonde locks cascaded in waves down her back.

“Now, before we proceed further, I must inform you that each of you will be assigned a project that you must work on. But today we’ll begin with an interview session,” Fiona announced.

Fiona continued. “Orientation staff members will be there to ensure that you have a smooth transition into Vault life.”

The door creaked open, and all eyes turned towards it as staff members stepped inside. My heart skipped a beat when I saw who it was.

“Paula?” I exclaimed, unable to contain my surprise.

“Hey there, Pete!” Paula grinned, making her way over to me. “Looks like we’re gonna be spending some quality time together in the Vault.”

I couldn’t help but smile back at her. Paula had always been a steadfast friend, and knowing that she would be by my side eased some of my apprehensions about life in the Vault.

The first session was an interview. Paula, my interviewer, greeted me with a supportive smile as I entered the corner of the room. “How’s it going, Peter?” she asked, her tone warm and encouraging.

“O.K., I guess,” I replied, feeling a mix of nerves and curiosity. Then, seizing the opportunity, I turned the question back to her. “So, how long have you been in the Vault? Are you a member of the resort from the start?”

Paula chuckled lightly at my reversal. “Actually, it’s me who’s supposed to ask the questions,” she teased, her smile widening. “My parents brought me to the resort when I was sixteen after I told them about what we did that day!”

A regret flickered through me. “Oh god, I wish I had told my parents about that incident too!”

Paula shook her head with a sympathetic grin. “That wouldn’t help in your case, since you must fully grow first to have the resort membership. Anyway, the first question for you ... Oh, I already knew the answer to this question ... O.K., onto the next one: how often have you had sex?”

I shook my head in response to Paula’s question. “What does it mean, Pete?” she inquired, her tone gentle yet curious.

“Well, embarrassing to say, but I haven’t had it since that day,” I admitted reluctantly.

Paula’s smile turned mischievous as she reassured me, “Oh, don’t be worried about it, Pete. But I’m sure you’re gonna have a lot of it here.”

As the interview progressed, Paula posed more questions, many of them centered around my attitudes toward sex. I found myself grappling with the unfamiliarity of this new society within the Vault, where the rules of the surface world had been obliterated by the nuclear bomb. I knew I needed to adapt and learn the new norms of Vault 69 life.

They gave us a break for an hour, while Fiona and the staff reviewed our answers. When the time was up, Fiona proudly announced that all of the new members possessed a good attitude toward the culture of Vault 69.

The room buzzed with anticipation as Fiona unveiled the project details. “You were tasked with creating a sex tape, but it must not be just a regular porn film with guy and girl fuck each other, you need an extreme twist, a kink that would set it apart,” she reiterated, her gaze sweeping across the attentive audience.

Just then, with a click of a button, she activated the projector, casting her own film onto the screen for all to see.

As the scene unfolded before us, depicting Fiona and five teenage boys seated on a big bed. They were all naked, each man holding their cock. I inspected her naked figure that exudes a natural allure, with perfect curves that are impossible to ignore.

Her voice echoed from the film, “Hi, this is Fiona versus five boys. We’ll have sex until someone begs for life!”

Then we watched the boys have sex with her in all combinations. Firstly, they fucked her one by one with others standing in a line. After a boy came in her pussy, the next dude shoved his cock inside and fuck her continuingly. Then, they began to invade her in every hole they found. Fiona was fucked airtight with a continuous rotation of five boys. The film was rendered at a faster speed to the end. Now all the boys lie on the bed and floor with soft cock. Fiona was riding one last boy and finally finished him as he yelled, begging for no more sex. Fiona proudly stood, the boy’s cock plugged off her cum dripping vagina. She turned to the camera, hands up in the air, smiled, and said, “I won!”

When the film came to an end, Fiona turned to face us, her expression expectant. “Your task is to create something equally sexy,” she announced, her voice filled with encouragement. “Let your creativity run wild, my suggestion is to cooperate with your kink. You’ll do better that way. For example, as you can see, my kink is young boys.”

With Fiona’s film as inspiration, I felt a surge of determination but still had a blank idea in my head.

“And who’re we going to fuck?” Brownie asked.

“You can ask other new members or staff members at the orientation to coop with you. But remember our golden rules I introduced to you this morning which are...”

new members answered in the same voice, “Everyone engaging in sex must consent and there must be no harm physically and mentally.”

“Great! The sex tape is your final goal. We’ll also provide you sex classes throughout this orientation. You need your prowess in sex to produce a good sex tape. Also, our vault members generally have a lot of sexual experience, the class will help you keep up with them too.” Fiona explained. “We’ll let you take another break before the next session.”

We took our cookies and tea break with nervous anticipation. During this time, we were given a paper featuring pictures and names of the staff (there were 8 of them). I was instructed to assign numbers one through three to the staff members I would like to have sex with and who would serve as my personal mentor. I placed the number one beside Paula’s name, and numbers two and three beside the names of two other attractive staff girls.

After the break, Fiona announced, “Each of you will be given a Pipboy, a portable personal computer. Our dating app in Pipboy will help you find your sex date when you live in our vault. Also, the app will notify you about the events.”

“Events like sex parties?” Max asked.

“Yes, our resort used to host various events from time to time, so we’ve adapted them for our vault. Some of the events might require you to give pre-consent to join. You can activate ‘pre-consent mode,’ which will change your Pipboy LED to neon pink,” Fiona explained, and all the staff displayed their glowing pink Pipboy monitors to the new members. “The pre-consent mode indicates that you consent to participate in any activity at an event, so people don’t have to ask you for consent each time something happens.”