Me being Tickled in Fallout New Vegas (part 1)

I awoke in a surprisingly comfortable bed inside the Novac Inn. Thanks to years of scavenging, I always had enough caps to stay at an Inn. My name is Mike, I had been wandering the Nevada wasteland since I was 10 years old. During my many years of wandering, I picked up many skills and worked many jobs. Most recently I had been a courier. I had been tasked with a very dangerous mission, I needed to take a package to a small town in Utah. That meant I needed to sneak across the hoover dam somehow. Normally I would never take an assignment like this but I had no reputation with the Legion, plus my years as a mercenary provided useful experience with combat.

At 6 Am I packed my gear and left Novac early. None of the stores opened yet but I had everything I would need in my backpack. So I took a deep breath and walked out on the road. Instead of heading straight for the dam, I decided to see if I could cut through a small town called Nelson. Last I heard it was controlled by the NCR but that was a long time ago, I haven't heard anything since. Regardless I figured that it was worth the risk considering that sneaking through the damn would be extremely hard.

I walked down a road that led through an NCR checkpoint. A ranger and a couple recruits were guarding the road. They told me that Nelson had been taken over by Legion troops before I arrived. They said that I would be allowed passage but they couldn't guarantee my safety. Despite their warning I went into Nelson thinking I could sneak past the Legion, or hopefully convince them to let me through.

I carefully walked down the road leading to Nelson. Seeing a Legion patrol up ahead, I hid behind a rock and waited for them to walk away. Then I hastily ran behind the ruins of a house to stay undetected. I could hear two Legion soldiers talking, I couldn't make out what they were saying but I knew it had something to do with defending the town from NCR.

Knowing that sneaking around would be pointless, I made a brave move and walked out in the open with my hands up saying, "I don't mean any harm I just want passage to Utah."

The two Legion soldiers immediately came over to me and took my backpack. One of the searched through my belongings while the other tied my hands together with rope. After a couple seconds one of the Legion soldiers struck me in the back of the head with his gun.

A couple hours later I awoke on what appeared to be a boat, surrounded by Legion troops. As my senses returned, I realized I was tied to a wheelchair and completely naked. Confused and scared, I struggled and tried to break free but it was useless. The bonds around my wrists and ankles were tight.

After about thirty minutes on the boat, we arrived at what appeared to be a Legion fort. There were dozens of red tents and trench lines teeming with Legion troops. The Legion troops on the boat pushed me in the wheelchair through the Legion camps. They brought me up to a gate which opened up from the inside for us. They took me through the gate up a smaller camp at the top of the hill.

Inside Legion troops pointed and stared at me as I was taken up to a huge tent overlooking the camp. Inside was the leader of the Legion, Caesar himself. He sat on a throne surrounded by his elite Praetorian guard. They pushed me up in front of Caesar, he looked at me for a couple seconds before asking, "why have you come here traveler?"

I nervously replied, "please sir I haven't come here to harm anyone, I am but a courier trying to get into Utah! I thought that your troops could help me get across."

"If that's true, why did you have pre-war assault rifles, handguns and explosives in your backpack?"

Oh shit I thought, I quickly came up with an excuse, "well it's dangerous out here in the wastes. I packed those weapons just to be safe. Besides, most of them are leftovers from my days as a mercenary. I figured I could sell some of the extra ones when I got to Utah."

"Mmhmm, alright well I think you need to be taught a lesson. My Legion needs to be feared and people cannot be seen as a charitable group. This will show not only my troops but also the slaves that one must earn respect."

With that I was taken out to an arena in the center of the camp. Caesar looked down at me from the front of his tent. Within minutes, dozens of Legion troops and slaves filled the arena and surrounded me. It was humiliating being tied up completely naked in front of dozens of people. Once the arena had been filled, one of the legion troops untied my feet and put them in a set of wooden stocks. Then a slave brought over a jar of peanut butter and used a brush to spread some of it across my bare feet. I giggled a little bit from the brush's ticklish sensations.

The slave then walked back into the crowd and another slave brought out a two-headed Brahmin. At first I was confused but then I remembered something that I read in a pre-war book. An empire very similar to Caesar's Legion would tie people up in stalks and have animals lick their barefeet. Tickle torture normally wouldn't be so bad but they would have the goats lick the victims feet for hours sometimes days at a time.

I trembled in the stocks as the Brahmin sniffed my feet, even that made me giggle a little bit. Slowly, it's tongue came out and gently poked my bare soles. It then dragged one of it's tongues up the length of my right sole causing me to laugh. "Hahhahahaha! Please Caesar! I'm very ticklish! Just let me go! I don't need to go to Utah!!! HAAHHAHAHAAHAH!!!"

The other head of the began to lick my toes causing me to burst in laughter. I could see the Legion troops and slaves laughing and cheering as the Brahmin licked my ticklish feet. I struggled and squirmed and laughed as the Brahmin's tongues wiggled across and between my toes. They even coiled around my toes causing me to scream in ticklish agony.

As the Brahmins licked my feet, one of the slaves walked up to me and eyed my tummy. She reached down and stuck her finger in my belly button. "Hahahahahahaha!!!!! Why!!?!?!?!?!? The licking is enough!!! AHAHAHAHAHA!!"

I thrashed and screamed as the slave tickled my tummy and the Brahmins licked my feet.



Too be continued.....