Fallout 69 Sparta

Fallout 69: Sparta

"Sex. Sex never changes." - Your Wife.

200 years ago the world changed forever. The day that everyone said would eventually come- came. The United States and the Chinese finally bombed each other into oblivion and my ancestors were caught in the crossfire. Austria was neutral but that didn't stop the radiation when China and the Soviets blew Germany, France and England off the map. Vault-Tec's European subsidiary made vaults as far east as Austria, thank god we weren't Hungarian. My family's been living underground ever since, until today. Today, my world is going to change forever.

Chapter I: Exodus

"Maybe it won't be so bad?" I tried to feign optimism for the other men in my group.

"Not so bad?! They're sending us to die up there! We're going to DIE!!!"

"Relax Christoph, you're not going to die."

"We've never seen the outside world before and we have maybe two weeks provisions, tops?! What if we die from the radiation or get attacked by radioactive gorillas??" Christoph ranted.

"If we get attacked by radioactive gorillas, I'll save you."

The vault door opened to a blinding light and the six of us stepped outside. Usually when men were sent outside the vault, it was in exile for some hideous crime. The only crime I've committed is not being good at talking to women. Unfortunately, a gender imbalance incurred in Vault 169 and out of fear of "societal breakdown" I'm being kicked out. Fucking bastards.

Blinded, I closed my eyes until they adjusted to the outside world. I eventually opened my eyes, I'd never seen the sun before. It was beautiful, if perhaps a bit over exaggerated. I then heard the vault door begin to close and turned around to see myself locked out of Vault 169 forever.

"What are we going to do?" A young man named Griff asked aloud.

"First thing we need to do is find water." I answered.

"Yeah and what then? How would we even know it's safe to drink?" Asked Christoph.

"I have a Geiger counter on my Pip-Boy. You'd know that too if you'd take the time to actually experiment with it."

The small band of us then made our way down from the mountainside, we followed a small stream hoping to happen into a lake at the base of the mountain.

"I don't know why we don't just stay on the mountain. It's a lot safer there and we can see if anyone is coming." Christoph complained, again.

"Christoph, it is way too cold up there at night and there could be mountain lions or who know's what kind of abomination. We haven't seen anybody else, so who knows if there's even any other people out there. They might've all died when the bombs fell."

Eventually, once we reached the bottom we did find a pond. Exhausted, it would have to do for now. We set up camp using some PVC pipes and canvas to craft makeshift tents.

"We'll have to start hunting if we plan to make it past the next two weeks. I'm not sure what's out there but hopefully it's safe to eat. According to the map, there's a big city named Graz a hundred kilometers east of here. There might be some useful materials there."

"Or at least there used to be." Griff chimed in. "Who know's what's left."

"It's all pointless, we're all just gonna die anyway. We might as well give up." Christoph moped.

"God damn it Chris!" I screamed, my pent up fury finally vomiting from my body. "This is why you couldn't fucking get any woman to date you, because of shit like this! You're always so sad and mopey and depressed! Well guess what motherfucker, if you want to live you're gonna have to risk your life. And if you DON'T want to live, then I think its very odd that you seem so afraid of death! Stop being such a pussy, that's why no women like you."

Instead of yelling or hitting back, Christoph just left the tent. I could hear him sobbing from outside, god I felt bad. In the morning I decided I'd apologize to him. Everyone else seemed so focused on themselves that they didn't seem to give a shit one way or another.

At dawn I awoke to the sound of gunfire. I went to grab the only pistol the vault dwellers had left us, only to find that it was gone. I ran outside thinking the worst, only to see a group of men on horseback firing at the tent from a distance. They ran through the trees and circled the clearing that our little encampment was situated in. They were moving fast but I thought I could tell they were wearing shiny helmets of some sort.

I saw young Griff hiding behind a small rock, returning fire, only to have the pistol shot from his hand and him drop to the floor in pain. Outnumbered, outgunned and surrounded I raised my hands and surrendered. Fearing the worst, my mind raced. "Were these men going to gun me down, enslave us perhaps?" My imagination went wild as seconds felt like hours. Eventually, the horse riders closed in and one nearly trampled me. I jumped out of the way only for the rider to dismount and take the butt of his rifle and hit me in the stomach with it.

Upset that I didn't fall to the ground, they hit me again- harder this time. I cobbled down to the ground but quickly got on my knees at least. Then the rider took off their red plumed helmet to reveal a long braid of hair behind her. A WOMAN! The rider was a woman!! In fact, they all were. Each and every one took off their helmet, after they'd rounded us up like chattel.

The six of us all sat on our knees while the women pointed rifles at us. They clearly took note of our vault jumpsuits and asked, in German, if any of us spoke Greek.

"I speak Greek!" I responded, I took it as an elective. Everyone called me crazy for not taking Spanish or English but now that the world is dead who needs to learn a stupid language like English anyway? Such a useless dead language.

"Oh, good." The one who was clearly their leader said. "Ask them: 'Who is the weakest among you?'"

I relayed the message to my group and immediately Christoph hastily pointed to young Griff and said "He is! He is the weakest! He doesn't even have two hands anymore! He'll never be able to survive or serve as a good-"

A gunshot went off and then next thing I knew I was covered in blood as Christoph collapsed to the floor. "Oh shit, Christoph did die. Guess I was wrong." I thought to myself in shock.

"I can tell who the weakest is. I guess that saves us some time." The warrior smiled, "Now tell the rest of the men in your group that they are now property of the Spartan Empire. Weakness will not be tolerated."

I then relayed the message back to the four remaining men in my group. The Spartans then took us, bounded our hands and feet together with rope and slung us across the backs of their horses.

"What is your name?" My rider asked me.

"..." I refused to answer.

"Well, I suppose it doesn't matter. Now your name is Helot."

Chapter II: Helot

We rode for a very long time. Through forests and hills and between mountains, although none of them as tall as the ones in Austria. As the days went by, the weather only got warmer and warmer. I could tell we were going south. I'd heard of Sparta before, a Greek city that hadn't existed for millennia even before the Great War. I didn't understand, how could it still exist?

Periodically, we'd stop so that our captors could feast or to use the bathroom. They starved us, not sharing any food- only water. Occasionally while we were stopped, my captor would take me aside and remove her tunic (revealing a bulletproof vest underneath) and underwear. She would then grab my head and take me between her legs and smother me in her black bush. It took me a few minutes to understand what to do and where everything was (vault women shave their pussy hair clean off so you can see and get to everything. Not that I would know, only having had one- now ex-girlfriend.) But after I found the clitoris and slipped a finger inside her she began moaning wildly.

"Yes, yes! Right there, right there!"

After realizing how competent I was, she begun doing this more and more, until one day near the end of our journey she got curious.

"Helot, I demand you take off your jumpsuit and your underwear."

I complied and undressed for her until I was completely naked. She then pushed me down to the ground and as I lay there took my soft penis in her mouth until it grew erect. After a minute she called out to one of her friends: "Alexandria! Alexandria I need a favor, bring me my ruler from my bag!" Her friend then came over and brought it to her. She then released me from her mouth and measured my penis against her ruler.

"Wow... six and a half inches! Perfect!" My captor seemed surprised.

"Wait, really?! That's rare." Alexandria seemed just as shocked.

"You know what I'll do for you, Helot?"

"What?" I asked.

"Good boy, only speaking when spoken to." My captor gave me a look and unbuttoned her bulletproof vest, providing me a look at her modest bust.

"You like these titties slave boy? You can look at them while you jerk yourself off, there's only one catch."

"What's the catch?" I hesitated, horny enough to barely care.

"Oh you won't know, until you know." She chuckled.

That was good enough for me. I spit in my hand and rubbed my dick as I was so used to doing. The blowjob she'd been giving me had already gotten me so close. I could feel myself about to erupt. Just as I was leaning my head back, about to cum, she grabbed my cock and pointed it towards my face and stomach. With but a single stroke, I erupted all over myself- yet I was too feral to feel embarrassed at the liter of cum I now was covered in.

"Now go and clean yourself up, slave boy! You little slut!"

***

The next day we crossed an isthmus and the day after we could finally see a great city bustling with life. Before any of my captors told me, I already knew... this is Sparta.

"That's actually where the city of Kalamata used to be. Sparta was on the other side of that mountain over there and was never on the sea." Hanz, a geography teacher from the vault, pointed towards the mountains.

A Spartan woman pushed him off the back of the horse and kicked him while he was down. "Men are to be seen, not heard!" Before lifting him up and placing him back on the horse.

We rode through the city gates to see an impressively large city with people everywhere, not just women but men too. It was like I'd stepped back in time to Classical Greece, or at least what I'd seen of it in movies. We traveled through town to an area I can only assume is some sort of slave processing facility. When the five of us were brought in through the door, an arch without an actual door, we were taken in-front of a woman behind a counter.

"We have five new helots for processing and tagging." The woman who's name I believe was Alexandria told the clerk. She then went and whispered something to the clerk that I couldn't make out and then the lot of us were taken into another big room and stripped down naked. I blushed and turned towards the wall to not see anyone else naked and I had a feeling everyone else did the same. We were all inspected and then I was taken by two women, one of them the women I had been going down on almost every night on the journey here, to a much smaller room.

"Shit, they're going to kill me." I thought.

They started examining me more closely, poking and prodding me until one finally cupped my balls and told me "Time to get hard, Helot."

I stayed soft.

"What's wrong trash? Need to see a sexy woman to get it up? Well here you go." The clerk said before she grabbed her tunic with one hand exposing her ass and then pulling her panties down with the other, exposing a single ass cheek to me.

It took a couple minutes and some light cajoling but I was as hard as a rock when the clerk woman went to measure my manhood with a measuring tape.

"Ahhh six and a half inches, perfect!" The clerk said.

"I told you! The ideal dick size." The Spartan warrior seemed elated.

"What, how is that perfect? I thought the bigger the better?" I asked.

I was then struck hard by the back of the warrior's hand. "Silence! A man does not question a woman and speaks only when spoken to."

The clerk laughed. "I guess he still needs to be broken in a little. Not that I mind, I like them a little feisty. Separates the bed slaves from the laborers."

"He's a lucky little shit, certainly. Destined for bed duty and not the quarry like the rest of his little vault friends."

My thoughts then raced towards my companions. None of them had worked a hard day in their life, they certainly weren't going to last long mining. I worried about them, but knew there was nothing I could do. And what did she mean by... bed duty?

"He's also lucky we picked him up when we did." The Spartan warrior looked at me to explain, "Out west in Italia a bunch of savages live. A bunch of idiots who live by the tyranny of the majority and sacrifice poor fools to Mt. Vesuvius so that their crops will grow!" She laughed. "They've been skirmishing with our forces out in the wilds where we found you vaulties."

I was then taken to a crude room that passed for a doctor's office and my blood was taken. They were testing my blood I guess. O- Negative, universal donor. They then took me in-front of a forge and branded me. It hurt like a bitch but I took it like a man. Or like these "Spartans" would say, like a woman.

From there, they took me to what can only be called a marble jail cell in the agora of the city. I waited for several days with a few other men until I was hauled out, naked I might add, to a raised wooden platform in the public square. I was wearing a sign around my neck with some words and numbers. From what I could tell, these included by blood type, height, penis size and a description saying I was good at giving oral sex.

I had witnessed from afar a couple auctions in the days I waited in my cell. This auction seemed... different. Before there were a bunch of bidders in the audience and people waving around bottle caps. This didn't seem like a sale but rather like one of us was being picked out as a gift. Two women, probably the most beautiful I had ever seen, actually walked onto the wooden platform and stood in front of me... inspecting me. They were surrounded by a posse of guards. My only guess were that these were two noblewomen.

One cupped my dick while the other went behind me to look at my ass.

"He'll need to be shaven but I do like him a lot. A nice penis and a cute butt. I hear from the captain he's good at eating bush, tall too." The one noblewoman said.

"We'll take this one!" Said the other.

I was then escorted to a covered wagon while the two women mounted their horses and rode off. In the back of the wagon, an old wrinkled woman was there to greet me.

"You are perhaps the luckiest man I have ever laid my eyes upon." The old woman started. "You are now property of the queens of Sparta. And a bed maid no less, lucky lucky. Do you know what that means?"

"No, I do not." I answered in monotone.

"Then let us pass the time of the ride home by letting me explain. You see in Sparta we have two royal families, two queens. Once, generations ago, the Spartans fought amongst themselves but two princesses that knew the love of Lesbos found each other, despite the conflict between their two families and fell in love. Once their mothers had died, one by natural causes- the second perhaps by causes less than natural- they married and brought peace not only to Morea but to all of Hellas. It was their destiny to bring peace to the peninsula, so that their foredaughters could bring peace to the world and rebuild civilization. Peace is only bought through war, strength rules the world."

"But.. they were both women. How could they have possibly had children, let alone made sure their kids didn't immediately kill each other over the throne? They wouldn't even be related?" I was dumbfounded.

"Well you see, that's where you come in. You're a bed maid, yes, but most importantly you're a breeder. You were chosen for your... preferable genetic characteristics. A taller man creates a better warrior. One day you will impregnate both of our queens and their daughters will be sisters. Then they too will marry one day, just as their mothers and aunts did."

"Woah, that's uhhhhh a lot."

"Yes, it certainly is for a man from the savage lands. Hellas isn't the lawless desert you're accustomed to."

"I'm not from a desert?"

"I was told you came from up north? The northern lands of Britannia, Germania and Gaul are just one big irradiated desert."

"You mean Britain, Germany and France?"

The old lady gave me a slap, although it was less harsh than the ones I'd grown accustomed to.

"You do not question nor correct a superior."

"I'm sorry." I rubbed my cheek.

Chapter III: Breeder

When I arrived at the impressive villa of the two queens, I was taken into a bathroom by a woman that seemed to be the royal stylist and shaved of all my underarm and pubic hair. I felt bare, they spared no hair except for my head and beard.

"The queen likes bearded men." The stylist told me. "The other, well let's say she knows the love of Lesbos better than most."

I was then dressed in a white tunic and told by a fellow helot of my household duties. Since I was a breeder, my daily chores were very light all things considered. I was to replenish the grapes and olives in the dinning room and in the queens' bedroom. I was to fetch for them any item they might want, food or otherwise. I was not allowed to leave the house, so if the item they requested was not within the house, I was to tell the "runner" (a fellow helot) to get them. Almost lastly, I was to massage and fan the queens at their request. Although they had a servant, a free woman, who performed deep tissue massages, so I suspected these massages were meant to be more light and sensual.

One thing that took some getting used to was the fact that every woman in Sparta walked around with one breast exposed. At first this caused me to be hard nearly perpetually, but over time I grew accustomed to the fact their tunics didn't cover their entire chest.

I would eventually learn the names of the two queens, Athena and Sappho. Athena was a kind, caring woman that was wise like her namesake and really enjoyed the company of men. Sappho was... a ragging lesbian who enjoyed tormenting me and only had sex with me out of the obligation to procreate.

***

"My queen sends for you." Sappho walked down the stairs and into the dining room. Her large breasts, the size of cantaloupes, bounced as she walked. I suppose they don't have bras in Greece. Us vault dwellers seem a lot more civilized now, huh?

She then proceeded to grab me by the balls and squeezed tightly. "Remember helot, she is mine. You are just borrowing her, a passing taste of her glory is all you will ever know."

After I regained my composure and soothed my stomach, I headed upstairs.

I then entered her bedchambers. She was standing there in front of the mirror but turned to greet me. She was an inch shorter than me, five nine perhaps, and had long curly black hair. It was so magnificent I could feel my penis hardening in my pants.

"What a beautiful man." Athena cooed. "Undress for me."

I did as I was told and got completely naked. Athena then grabbed my manhood with one hand and whispered in my ear.

"Shaven bare, just how I like it. You and I are going to get a lot more familiar with each other."

"I live to serve you, my queen." I nearly stuttered.

"It's been quite some time since I've had a man in my bed, I almost forgot what they feel like."

"But what of your wife? I thought you liked women."

"I like both. And you'll plant your seed in her too in due time. We both need to breed, after all."

She then threw off her tunic and bared her entire body without an ounce of shame. She stood as tall and firm as the apples on her chest. My eyes then fell to her thighs, they were wide and thick and between them a large bush of hair.