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Moving her palm back, she blinked. Some of his sperm remained on her hand, sticky and warm. She felt it on her fingers.

Instinct overpowered her desire, and she slowly licked her palm. A sticky, somewhat salty flavor enthralled her taste buds. Not a terrible palate danced in her mouth. Her sense of smell couldn't ignore its potency. Musky, strong, addicting. What would it be like to have that inside of her?

He wanted her. She saw the desire in those eyes of his. Most of all, she enjoyed the sensation of him watching her, wanting her, desiring her. Rebecca followed her instincts her hand restarting to stroke his shaft, pressing her lips they landed on his tip, and she absently engulfed him whole. 

Suck! Suck! Suck! Slurp!

Her powerful lips loosened, her mind raced faster, and his cock pulse. Then he looked down, seeing her cleaning his shaft and fully losing her clothes to a pile in a corner. She tried to pull her lips back, as she saw Six losing himself in lust, but she couldn't, not with him holding her twin tails

This time he had Rebecca pinned to the sleeping bag, her child-bearing hips were squeezed tightly by Six, his fingers digging into her fat rear, and her feet right next to her ears. She could only let out a soft moan, her throat was feeling a little hoarse with him spanking her ass all the time to prepare her.

Her cunt tingled, looking down, his throbbing cock was pressed against her soft pussy, as if he was practically threatening to ruin her for any other man in the future. She didn't know what was worse, that he was going to ruin her, or that she wanted to let him do it.

He stared right into her eyes, with a hungry grin on his face as he leaned in, nibbling on her neck. As his cock started to press against her petite and tight pussy, which didn't seem like it would fit him, until it started to stretch her out.

"Ugh! Hah!

"Mhmmmmmmmm!"

"Hugh!"

"HOLY SHIT!"

"Ahhhh! You're splitting me in two!"

"AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!"

Rebecca let out a hoarse moan as his cock pushed into her diminutive pussy, forever changing her body so that she could now take his fat cock. She moaned loudly in response to him picking up his thrusts, and reaching her cervix.

"Hmmmmmmmm!"

Her fleshy walls wrapped around his cock trying to squeeze as much of his creamy seed with each groan, making her eyes roll back from all the pleasure. Each thrust against her cervix caused Rebecca to let out a cute moan.

"FUCK..."Fuck me! Fuck me! FUCK MEEEEE!!!"

Her tough tone voice rang throughout the tent as his cock was sending waves of pleasure throughout her body.

"YES, YES! You beautiful BRUTE! Fuck me! I'm your little slut!"

Rebecca screamed her throat out as she felt her pussy attempting to tighten to drain him dry. She twitched all over, as he smirked, and thrust harder grinding his hips into hers.

His hands moved to pull her into him as he slammed his lips into her. She continued to moan, getting plowed in the Missionary Position, as Six kept pounding her tight cunt and paying attention to her figure. Aside from her thin arms, her body was perfectly fit with barely showing abs.

Reaching down he bit her nipple as she took his cock. He buried himself deep into her snatch as he throbbed heavily once more, bottoming out inside her and pumping load after load of his creamy seed inside her devastated pussy.

Reaching out she took his hand and looked into his eyes. Lost in them she was happy that she gave him all her first times, but was surprised that he was still rock hard, and continued to pound her pussy. After they went for five more rounds and he shot multiple loads deep into her womb, she was relieved that he stopped.

"Wait a minute he came inside me multiple times"

"Eeep!"

Rebecca squeaked when he turned her over and starts fucking her doggy style, turning her brain into mush.

"Fuck it! I'm already filled with too many of his loads already, letting him fuck me raw a few more times won't matter now!"

As the VI family caravan pressed on with over two dozen women and children, former slaves. Six and Rebecca continued their nightly escapades, much to his mother's delight, who joyfully accepted the little gremlin into the family, who always smirked at Scarlett as she passed by her.

The group's pace was slow, accommodating their new, frail companions. It wasn't until two days later, upon encountering a stretch of road littered with broken-down vehicles, that they halted.

Aware that their new companions were unlikely to endure the journey to the outpost, they spent a few days repairing and modifying one of the buses. Six dismantled the surplus vehicles for parts, and by the end, they had an operational armored bus, outfitted with every turret possible.

Resuming their journey, they encountered a few packs of molerats and geckos. The creatures were swiftly dealt with by the group, and subsequently cooked to nourish everyone.

After two additional days of travel, they reached the Mojave Outpost, where their group was escorted to the headquarters' resting area. Six and his mother were then taken by the guards to the main office for registration.

"Caravan, Citizen, courier....? I'm Major Knight, just need something for the logbook, keeping tabs on traffic through the Outpost... although mostly just in, not out these days."

His mother Betty as the family head Replied.

"Caravanner"

"OK that's all I just needed thank you for compliance. If you're looking for the commanding officer, he's in the back. Although... he's got a lot on his plate, so if you speak with him... keep it short. Also, you need any gear checked, we can get you up and running again... once you fill out the work orders, and sign for the parts, of course."

While discussing the hit contract on their family with his mother Betty, she rummaged through her bag and presented it to Major Knight.

"What's this? A kill order on an NCR citizen! You've also rescued multiple slaves from a mercenary group. These are grave matters. I must report this to my superior; could you please accompany me?"

Major Knight departed from his desk to his superior's office, leaving Betty and Six outside. As Major Knight briefed his superior on the contract, Betty and Six were called into the office after a five-minute wait.

-Mohave Outpost, before Six's arrival-

Ranger Jackson had just received some distressing reports: multiple caravans carrying supplies and workers, expected to pass through the outpost, had vanished. He had hoped for mere delays, but scouts reported finding the caravans destroyed in the area from which they had traveled.

Sloan had received nothing, and the workers were growing restless, unpaid and without provisions from the NCR—questioning its worth, especially for the soldiers tasked with caravan protection.

The report confirmed all the men dead, with trails suggesting the women and children were likely taken by slavers. Jackson, already burdened by the Legion, wondered how the situation could worsen.

Then, an NCR soldier entered his tent and saluted.

"Sir!"

Disinclined to formalities, Jackson gestured dismissively.

"At ease. Got something for me, son?"

The soldier nodded.

"More civilian caravans were attacked. I've seen the aftermath... If we catch those responsible, I'll shoot 'em myself."

He growled.

Jackson raised an eyebrow.

"What's troubling you, soldier? This isn't our first caravan gone missing."

He asked, his tone edged with callousness.

"The 'civilian caravans' weren't caravans at all... They were families en route to the Mojave. The men were slain, and the women and children..." 

He trailed off, the grim reality left unspoken.

Jackson exhaled deeply.

"Any leads?"

"Yes... The attackers are sticking to the I-15. We could set an ambush, but the territory is vast."

"And their numbers?"

The soldier shrugged.

"A small group, perhaps six to a dozen at most, would be more than enough to handle them."

He says, casting an imploring look at his commander.

Jackson sighs.

"Fine, organize your squad and debrief them on the mission. Be quick about it; we have no clue when these troublemakers will attempt something."

He says.

The soldier salutes and departs, an eager expression on their face. But moments later Major Knight showed up.

"Sir, I have urgent information about the missing caravans and a corporate hit on a family company."

Major Knight then began Explaining all the information about the past events then invited Six and his mother Betty to enter.

"This is Ranger Jackson, he sort of runs things around here, mostly ends up sending reports back West that aren't filled with the best news. Sadly, like what you folks are dealing with."

"I'm Ranger Jackson. Looks like we got a new visitor in the ol' Brahmin pen. Not many people coming here in a hurry, only passing through. And if you're passing through, you picked a bad time. Road South has gone to hell, with the attacks that have been happening, if I let a caravan through, they won't make it. But I hear thanks to you that won't be a problem anymore."

Level: 3

NAME: Six XI

GENDER: MALE

STRENGTH: 10

PERCEPTION: 10

ENDURANCE: 10

CHARISMA: 10

INTELLIGENCE: 10

AGILITY: 10

LUCK: 10

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BARTER: 42

ENERGY WEAPONS: 27

EXPLOSIVES: 27

GUNS: 72

LOCKPICK: 27

MEDICINE: 27

MELEE WEAPONS: 27

REPAIR: 57

SCIENCE: 42

SNEAK: 27

SPEECH: 27

SURVIVAL: 27

UNARMED: 27