Cambrian’s Emporium of Everything (Multiple Settings)

Could Be Worse (Fallout)

Commission

Themes: Oral Sex, Breeding, Father/Daughter

Summary: Another take on the ole Vault 69 canon, where the experiment was one man and nine-hundred and ninety-nine women.

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Fredrick groans in pleasure as he slowly starts to wake up. What wakes him is the feel of a pair of lips wrapped around his cock and diligently bobbing up and down his member. A good morning blowjob, something that he's become very used to over the years. His lips curl upwards into a smile and he slides a hand under the covers to bring it to rest in the hair of the woman currently sucking him off. They pause briefly before continuing, much to his enjoyment of their technique.

He doesn't know who it is; to be clear… but then, that's also something he's become somewhat used to over the years. After all, as Overseer of Vault Sixty-Nine, Fredrick has found himself with many a woman in his bed… almost a thousand unique female individuals, as a matter of fact.

That was the secret behind Vault Sixty-Nine. As it turned out, VaultTech were utter scumbags who were far less interested in saving America and its citizens and FAR more interested in experimenting on all of them. Every Vault apparently had some sort of gimmick to it, which Fredrick only knew about because being Overseer gave him access to some information about his Vault and those nearby in the event that they made contact.

Vault Sixty-Nine's gimmick was that of the one thousand person population… there was only one man and nine-hundred and ninety-nine women. Yeah. Someone's idea of a sick joke, to say the least. It could be worse though, Fredrick supposed. Vault Sixty-Eight, which they'd never actually managed to make contact with over the years, was supposed to be the opposite. One woman, nine-hundred and ninety-nine men. Awful. Just awful.

It could also have been worse for him in a number of other ways. While he had been assigned as Overseer of Vault Sixty-Nine, the women COULD have risen up and locked him up. They could have decided they didn't want to listen to him and just chose to… make use of him in other ways while keeping him chained to a bed.

That hadn't happened for a few reasons. First of all, Overseers had a lot of authority over their Vaults. He had access to codes and failsafes that might have allowed him to put a stop to such a mutiny. But he also hadn't had to use any of them… because the sick fuck behind this experiment had thankfully cherry picked the nine-hundred and ninety-nine women who would wind up with him for their 'submissive' personalities and 'follower-like' characteristics.

Put simply, so long as Fredrick didn't fuck things up too badly, the Vault's population of all women were predisposed to working under him… in all the many ways that entailed. 

And so eighteen years had passed since they'd wound up locked away down here. Vault Sixty-Nine wasn't some utopian paradise or anything like that, but they were surviving. More than surviving, they'd made something of it all. They'd found their own happiness and while Fredrick had not been a direct part of that happiness for every woman in the Vault… he was responsible for breeding several hundred of them all the same.

With a soft smile on his face as the blowjob comes to an end with him unloading his seed down the unknown woman's throat, Fredrick lets out a happy little sigh before finally throwing back the covers both to reveal his morning lover as well as get out of bed and start his day. Only, the Overseer of Vault Sixty-Nine freezes in place when he finally sees the face of the young woman who just got done swallowing his seed. 

"C-Claire… what… what do you think you're doing, young lady?"

His eldest daughter, who had just turned eighteen a week ago, swipes a remnant of his cum from the side of her mouth even as she sits up in between his legs. Completely naked, the nubile, blue-eyed blonde has a perfectly shaped pair of tits that glide down into an itty bitty waist, which in turn flares back out into child-bearing hips.

Giving him a coy smile, Claire thrusts out her chest knowingly, clearly enjoying the attention he's inadvertently giving them.

"What does it look like I'm doing, papa? You're the only man around… and I want to be a mother as soon as possible. Now that I'm of age, I need you to help me achieve my dream."@@novelbin@@

Fredrick swallows thickly as mental images of Claire with bigger tits and a round belly flash through his head. With her kneeling there naked like she is, it's incredibly easy for his mind to superimpose such fantasies over the nubile young blonde.

"Claire… that's not… your mother…"

Claire just smirks and shakes her head.

"Mama is the one who sent me to you, papa. She's working hard, but even if she manages to fix things tomorrow… it would still be almost two decades before any boys you had would be ready. And they would be my half-brothers anyways… so really, what's the difference?"

Fredrick just swallows again. The difference would be that he wouldn't be sleeping with his own daughter and knocking her up! But he doesn't say that… because he doesn't want to hurt Claire. And he's well aware that the situation is supremely fucked from top to bottom.

Put bluntly, the sick fucks behind Vault Sixty-Nine hadn't just stopped with the skewed gender ratio. No, someone had really gone all out in making sure their fetishes were catered to. Hopefully, whoever did this was long dead at this point and not watching through a hidden backdoor in their systems or something. Fredrick definitely didn't like to think about that second possibility.

Still, dead or not, the architect of Vault Sixty-Nine's legacy would seemingly continue on for quite a long time whether Fredrick liked it or not. Because as it so happened, a drug put in the food and water of the Vault… made it so Fredrick could only have daughters.

It wasn't discovered until they started getting suspicious around the fifth or sixth baby girl. And by that point, the damage was already done. Claire's mother Amanda was their most brilliant mind and the Head Scientist of the Vault. Ever since they'd figured out what was done to them, she'd been researching ways to reverse it… and all these years later, she was getting relatively close. Soon, Fredrick would be able to have sons, ensuring the future of the Vault in the event of his demise.

… But not yet. And Claire was right to be worried, because even in the best timeline, she would still be waiting until she was in her thirties before his first son would be of an age that he could procreate. 

Reaching out, Claire grabs Fredrick's cock and strokes it. Not that she really needs to… he's still rock hard, to his eternal shame.

"I don't want some young half-brother to knock me up anyways. I want a real man… I want YOU, sir."

Fredrick's breath hitches and it takes every fiber of his being not to grab his daughter, pin her down, and make her a woman and mother right then and there. Except, even as he restrains himself, he knows this is likely inevitable. Even still…

"And is it just you that feels this way, Claire? Or should I expect your sisters to start lining up outside of my door the moment they find out I gave in to you?"

Claire blushes and averts her gaze. She might be his oldest… but not by much. Her half-sisters are all due to start hitting their eighteenth birthdays in the coming days, a few mere hours apart from one another. Amanda might have been the quickest to jump on the "knock me up Overseer!" train eighteen years ago, but not by much.

His eldest's reaction tells Fredrick all he needs to know, even as she fidgets and squirms under his gaze.

"W-We could… keep it a secret, maybe?"

Scoffing, Fredrick shakes his head.

"No."

For a moment, Claire looks crestfallen. But then he reaches for her, taking her and gently but firmly laying her down on her back. Her eyes widen and her face goes red with excitement and anticipation as she spreads her legs for him and he slides into place between them. One hand goes to one of her breasts, slowly molding and squeezing it, while the other guides his cock up to her dripping wet virgin entrance.

"No… if we're doing this, we're not leaving anyone out. No one will have to if they don't want to, but I'm not going to play favorites Claire. You might be my firstborn, but your sisters don't deserve to be made to wait any more than you do."

Now that she's for sure getting what she wants, the beautiful young blonde is happy to agree with him.

"O-Okay daddy! I-ah!"

Pinching her nipple between his fingers, Fredrick's eyes flash.

"Don't call me that. Not right now. You want to be one of my woman? You'll address me as Overseer or sir. Understood?"

Far from being upset by this restriction, Claire only seems to get more turned on. Her eyes still wide, squirming beneath him, she hastily nods.

"Yes Overseer, sir!"

Letting out a sigh, Fredrick mourns her lost innocence for a moment… before thrusting in. He watches his beautiful, delectable daughter's lips part in a soft exclamation of surprise, followed by a truly wanton moan as her back arches and her pussy walls clench around his cock. Despite the mild pain she must feel when he takes her virginity, Claire was looking forward to this so much that she was sopping wet.

Any discomfort from her first time is fleeting at best, and even as he begins to thrust in and out of her pussy, Claire's inner walls are flexing around his cock while her sheer arousal makes passage easy. She's incredibly tight but also insanely slick, allowing him to thrust in and out of her at increasing speeds.

"Y-Yes! Yes please Overseer! Fuck me h-harder sir! Oh god, oh GOD!"

Fredrick lets out a shuddering breath. To be fair, he already knew he was going to hell. Sure, everything he'd done over the past two decades had been making the best of a bad situation, but that didn't matter. He'd made hundreds of bastard daughters, fucking hundreds of women out of wedlock. They'd all done what they had to do, but that didn't change the facts. He was in charge. He'd taken advantage of the helpless situation they were in… and he'd enjoyed himself too.

Now he was enjoying himself fucking his own daughter. There was no justifying it, not really. Claire's face contorts in pleasure, her body shuddering and shaking underneath him as she cums all over his cock again and again. But it's still sinful, what Fredrick is doing here. And now that he's opened Pandora's Box… well, he's going to have dozens upon dozens of daughters coming of age in the days, weeks, and months to come. And many of them had been raised by their submissive and breedable mothers to venerate motherhood and want nothing more than to become mothers in their own right.

Fredrick was confident that Amanda would develop a solution to his current 'only daughters' situation soon. She had to, otherwise Vault Sixty-Nine was doomed to die out whenever he finally passed away. But before then… Fredrick was the only man in the Vault. And he would do his duty.

With that in mind, he leans down and suckles at Claire's nipples, making the blonde gasp and moan and tighten up all the harder around his cock. He fucks her hard and fast as she squirms and squeals beneath him. And even as she gushes juices and cries out in ecstasy, Fredrick feels himself getting closer and closer… until he can hold back no longer.

With a simple grunt, the Vault Overseer tips over the edge and cums inside of Claire, filling her womb with his seed. He pumps and pumps into his eldest daughter, his balls churning as he dumps a huge, thick load of virile cum into him. Those were the other side effects of the drugs in the food and water. They'd not only made it so he would only father daughters, they'd also made his loads much thicker, more voluminous, and extra virile. 

In fact, it was entirely likely that he'd already gotten Claire pregnant with just one load. Of course, it would be some time before they knew that for sure… time in which Claire was certain to demand more attempts with him. But even as Fredrick pulls out of his eldest daughter's pussy and watches his seed begin to leak out of her freshly fucked cunt, he knows deep down inside… he's already knocked her up.

Claire, meanwhile, doesn't waste time. The moment he's out of her, she's up on her hands and knees, coming back around to take him into her mouth and dutifully clean him off. Fredrick lets out a shuddering breath as this happens, his hand twitching with the temptation to take her hair in his grasp and slide in and out of her maw. But he holds himself back and soon enough Claire pulls away, having fully spit-polished his cock.

Sitting back on her haunches again, his nude, creampied daughter smiles at him.

"Oh, and mama said that I should tell you I've been assigned by the lottery system as your new secretary for the next few weeks… Overseer, sir."

Fredrick raises an eyebrow at that. His secretaries were… well, they did their job of course, but more than that, the position tended to be considered the absolute fastest way for any woman in the Vault to get alone time with him so he could knock them up. Claire had been conceived in a bed like this one he was pretty sure, but hundreds of her sisters had been conceived on his desk in the Overseer's Office. Hence the need for a lottery system to decide who would get to be his secretary next.

… Somehow he doubted Claire had actually won the lottery fair and square. But at the end of the day, he doesn't say anything. Instead he just shakes his head and gives her a rueful look.

"I'll expect you to be dressed when you're working as my secretary, Claire."

Grinning impishly, the nude blonde giggles.

"Of course, sir. I'll be wearing proper work attire as is appropriate… until it's more appropriate for me NOT to be wearing proper work attire~"

Fredrick just sighs. This was his life now, he supposed. He didn't have to worry about going to Hell really… he was already there. Who knew it would be so pleasurable though?