The petite girl sat confidently before the judges, her tight Vault-Tec jumpsuit clinging to her slender frame. The suit, a vibrant blue with yellow accents, hugged her body snugly, highlighting her lithe, nubile build. Despite its close fit, the material was flexible and designed for movement, allowing her to sit comfortably and move with ease.

The jumpsuit’s fabric stretched smoothly over her shoulders and down her arms, ending in a pair of matching gloves that hugged her small, feminine hands. The zipper at the front was partially undone, revealing a tantalizing view of her chest and the smooth, lightly tanned skin of her neck. The zipper had been adjusted to leave a deep V in the front, and her breasts, while small, were quite noticeable in the outfit.

Her outfit featured standard-issue shorts for female vault dwellers, cut high on her thighs to showcase her slender legs. The shorts, made from the same blue fabric as the jumpsuit, were designed for both comfort and mobility. The high cut and subtle yellow trim added a touch of style while maintaining a practical, uniform appearance.

The judges observed her with a mixture of curiosity and approval. Judge Harris, the oldest and most experienced of the trio, leaned forward slightly, his eyes twinkling behind his glasses. Judge Reid, known for his approachable demeanor, gave a nod of appreciation, while Judge Patel, the youngest, scribbled his notes with an attentive expression.

“You may begin.” Judge Harris said, looking over the top of his glasses at the young girl.

“My name is Samantha,” she began. “I’m 16 years old and I’m from this Vault, Vault 94. As you can see, I’m quite small, standing at 4’11” and weighing in at 92 pounds. I have long, dark brown hair, which I normally wear straight or in a ponytail.

In terms of my body, I’m in pretty good shape. I’ve always been a runner, and I’m constantly working out to maintain my endurance. I have a lean, athletic build and I’m very strong for my size. My body fat percentage is low, and I have a flat stomach and toned arms and legs.

In terms of my chest, I’m naturally small-breasted, but they’re perky and round. And my nipples are pink and very sensitive.

My measurements are 32A, 23, and 32. I’ve had plenty of comments about how small my breasts are, but I think they’re just right for my frame and overall look. My vagina has been confirmed very tight by the vault doctor and I have been getting my treatments to make sure no hair grows down there.”

Samantha took a deep breath, her nerves barely showing through her confident exterior. She glanced around at the judges, trying to gauge their reactions as she continued.

“Now, I want to share some details about my personal life and personality. I have been sexually active since I hit Vault 94’s minimum age of 14 years old. I’ve only been with a couple of guys, but I’ve been told that I’m quite skilled and enthusiastic when it comes to sex.

In terms of my sexual appetite, I’m a horny teenager and eager to spread my legs. I have a high libido and I am naturally submissive. I like being bossed around, taken advantage of, and used for pleasure. I enjoy feeling helpless and at the mercy of my partners, and I take great satisfaction in pleasing them and doing as I’m told. It is known that I am very obedient, and I have no problem taking orders.

My interests outside of sex are varied but include running, working out, and anything that can help maintain my slim figure. I do naked yoga every Monday in the auditorium with my friends and fellow Vault residents, and it helps me stay flexible and focused.

So, in conclusion, I’m a 16-year-old from Vault 94. I have a petite body with small breasts and a tight clean vagina. I’m athletic, submissive, and eager to please.

Please consider me for the following roles of Vault 94: Sexual relief program, breeding program, fertility testing program, sex slave program, shower slut program, public toilet program. and any other sexual program that Vault 76 deems necessary. I promise to do my best and fulfill all of the Vault’s needs. Thank you.”

There was a long pause after Samantha finished speaking. The judges exchanged looks of surprise and amusement, clearly impressed with her performance.

Finally, Judge Patel cleared his throat, the first new sound in the room.

Well, Samantha, you’ve certainly made a case for yourself. Please disrobe and show us what you’re offering to the Vault.”

“Of course, sir,” Samantha replied. She rose from her seat and stood before the judges. Slowly, she began to undress. She started by removing her gloves, followed by her shoes and socks. She then reached for the zipper on her tight jacket and carefully pulled it down, revealing more and more of her smooth, soft skin.

The judges watched with their eyes glued to the young girl’s slender form. Judge Harris’s breath caught in his throat as the jacket fell away, revealing Samantha’s bare breasts. They were indeed small, but perfectly formed, with delicate pink nipples that stood erect in the cool air of the chamber. Her flat stomach was taut and toned, her ribs visible beneath her creamy skin.

Samantha hooked her thumbs into her tight shorts and began to slip down, revealing the top of her smooth mound and a glimpse of her shaven slit. She pulled the shorts all the way down, stepping out of them and now fully naked before the panel. She raised her arms above her head, displaying her slim body proudly. She slowly moved her feet as she turned around in place, allowing the judges to see every inch of her.

The judges took in her sight, noting her petite frame, small breasts, and tight ass. They were silent for a moment before all three judges looked down at their notes and began to write.

Samantha stood still as they continued writing, feeling a mixture of pride and anxiety. Her heart was beating quickly, her naked body exposed and vulnerable before the judges. But she knew she had presented her best, and she was confident that she had the potential to be selected for one of the coveted sexual programs.

After a few moments, Judge Reid looked up from her notes and smiled warmly at the naked girl.

“You may get dressed, Samantha,” He said, his voice kind. “Return to the vault. We will let you know our decision shortly.”

“Thank you,” Samantha said, returning the smile. She quickly picked up her clothes and hurried out of the room, her thoughts racing as she wondered what the outcome would be.

Samantha returned to her quarters in the vault, her heart still pounding. She felt a mixture of nervousness and excitement as she tried to imagine what the judge’s decision would be.

“Hey there, Kiddo. How did it go?” her father asked her, coming in.

“Hi, Dad,” she replied. “I think it went well. The judges were impressed with my presentation, and I’m pretty sure they’re going to choose me for one of the programs.”

“That’s great, sweetheart,” her father said, a proud look on his face. “My little girl, about to become a sex hole for the Vault.”

“Don’t call it that,” she said, blushing.

“Oh, come on, Sammy,” he teased. “We both know what these programs are. You’re gonna be fucked, used, and abused by anyone and everyone. You’re going to have your holes stuffed with cocks, your pussy filled with cum, your face covered in sperm, your mouth filled with cock...”

“Dad!” she interrupted, her cheeks turning crimson.

“Sorry, Kiddo. You’re a big girl now, and you’ve wanted to get chosen since the day you hit puberty. There’s no shame in admitting it.”

“I guess,” she sighed. “I just didn’t expect you to be so ... blunt about it.”

“It’s how I coupe.” he shrugged. “The thought of my little girl getting gangbanged every day, used as a cumdumpster ... Cracking jokes about it makes it a little easier.”

“I understand,” she replied. “I know it’s going to be a lot for you to deal with, and I appreciate your support. I love you, Dad.”

“I love you too, Sammy,” her father said, pulling her in for a tight hug.

As she returned his embrace, Samantha could feel his hard cock pressing against her through his Vault-Tec jumpsuit. She couldn’t help but giggle, and she looked up at him, a smirk on her face.

“You’re enjoying this a little too much,” she said.

“I can’t help it,” he chuckled. “I’ve been thinking about this day since you started getting boobs. I’ve been picturing you getting fucked in the ass, filled with cum, choking on a big, thick cock...”

“Okay, Dad!” She yelled and laughed. “I get the picture. But seriously, thanks for being here for me. It means a lot.”

“I’ll always be here for you, Kiddo. Even when you’re riding the fifth cock of the day. Especially then.”

They shared a laugh and hugged again, Samantha’s thoughts returning to the impending decision.

“So, any idea which program they’re going to choose?” Her father asked, releasing her from his bear hug.

“Not sure,” she replied.

“You didn’t apply for breeding, right?” he asked.

“Oh shit.” She exclaimed, suddenly remembering her application. “I forgot to leave that one out. I was so nervous when I was talking to then.”

“Well then that might be the one they’ll pick.”

“I hope not,” she said. “I’d rather not get knocked up. I mean, I don’t mind the idea of getting pregnant, but I’d prefer it to be on my own terms, you know? Not as part of some program.”

“That’s fair,” her father said, nodding. “I just hope that if you do get picked for breeding, that you’re okay with being pregnant for 20 years straight.”

“20 years?” Samantha asked, shocked.

“Yeah, didn’t you know? The breeding program is the longest of all the programs. You get knocked up and keep knocked up until the end of the program, which requires 10 babies being born.”

“Fuck,” she swore, her mind racing. “I had no idea. I thought it would be only once.”

“Nope,” her father replied, shaking his head. “It’s ten times. 20 years, and 10 pregnancies. You’ll have a baby sucking on your tit and another growing in your belly the whole time.”

“God damn it,” she groaned, flopping down on the couch. “I really hope they pick something else.”

“It’s a pretty high honor, though,” her father said, taking a seat next to her. “To be chosen for the breeding program, to be a vessel for the future of Vault 76. It’s a real privilege.”

“I know,” she said, sighing. “And I’m not saying I wouldn’t do it. If that’s what the vault needs from me, I’ll do it. But I just wish I had a choice, you know? That I could decide the father of my child myself.”

“I understand, Kiddo,” her father said, patting her leg. “And who knows? Maybe they’ll choose one of the other programs. Who knows? Maybe you’ll end up a public toilet, a shower slut, or a sex slave.”

“God, I hope so,” she laughed. “Drinking piss sounds way better than being pregnant for 20 years straight.”

The rest of the day seemed to crawl by as Samantha waited for the verdict. She tried to keep busy, reading books, doing laundry, and working out. But she couldn’t stop thinking about the judges’ decision and what it would mean for her.

Just as she was about to start her third round of pushups, there was a knock at the door. Her heart skipped a beat as she scrambled to her feet.

“Who is it?” She asked.

“Judge Reid.” A voice replied.

“Just a second,” Samantha said, trying to catch her breath. She quickly straightened her hair and took a deep breath.

She opened the door to find Judge Reid standing there, a friendly smile on his face.

“Oh my.” He said, looking down at her sweaty, naked body. “Am I interrupting something?”

“No, sir,” she said, looking down at her exposed breasts. “Oh my god, I’m sorry! I was working out and I was sweaty so I took my top off, and I didn’t even realize—”

“Don’t worry about it, Samantha,” the judge said, chuckling. “I was a teenager once too, you know. Besides, you have nothing to be ashamed of. Your body is quite lovely.”

“Thank you, sir,” she said, blushing. “Um, would you like to come in?”

“Yes, thank you,” the judge replied, stepping inside.

“Have a seat,” she offered, gesturing to the couch.

The judge took a seat and Samantha sat down next to him, feeling self-conscious about her bare chest.

“I’m guessing you’re here to tell me the decision,” she said, her voice trembling slightly.

“I am,” the judge said. “But before I do, we have a final task for you.”

“What is it?” Samantha asked.

“I’d like you to fuck me,” the judge said, a twinkle in his eye.

“Excuse me, Judge?” She gasped, her eyes widening.

“You heard me,” the judge said, his voice taking on a commanding tone. “I want you to get on your knees and suck my cock. Then, I want you to ride me until you cum three times...”

“Sir, I—” Samantha started to protest, but the judge cut her off.

“This is part of the program, Samantha,” he said. “We need to know that you’re capable of following orders, of performing sexual acts on command. And since I’m the one who will be selecting your program, it only seems fair that you provide me with a sample of your abilities. So, Do as your told, and fuck me.”

Samantha’s submissive mind was in overdrive, and the authority in the Judge’s voice sent a shiver down her spine.

“Yes, sir,” she said, obediently sinking to her knees in front of the judge.

She reached up and began unbuckling his belt, her hands shaking with anticipation. As she pulled his pants down, his cock sprang free, already rock-hard and ready to go.

She wrapped her hand around the base of his cock, stroking it slowly as she licked her lips. Without wasting another second, she leaned forward and took his cock into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the head. The judge moaned softly as she bobbed her head up and down, her hot, wet mouth engulfing his throbbing cock. She reached up with her free hand and cupped his balls, massaging them gently as she continued sucking him.

“That’s a good girl,” the judge groaned, reaching down and stroking her hair.

Samantha sucked harder and faster until he was as stiff as a rock. He grabbed a fistful of her hair and pulled her off his cock.

“Now, I want you to ride me,” the judge ordered.

Without a word, Samantha stood up and pulled down her shorts and panties, revealing her shaved pussy. She climbed on top of the judge and straddled him, lowering herself onto his cock.

“Oh fuck,” she moaned, her pussy stretching around his thick cock.

Samantha began to bounce up and down on his lap, his cock filling her tight pussy. She whimpered as she rode him, his cock hitting her G-spot with every thrust. She threw her head back, her tiny tits bouncing as she impaled herself on his shaft.

“Oh god, oh fuck,” she cried, her orgasm building inside her.

“Come on, Samantha, cum for me,” the judge ordered.

He grabbed her hips and guided her up and down, his cock slamming into her. She screamed as her pussy clenched around his cock, her orgasm ripping through her. She trembled, her eyes rolling back in her head, and collapsed onto the judge, her pussy still quivering.

“What are you doing?” He growled his voice a mixture of anger and amusement. “You only came once, I told you to cum three times.”

“I’m sorry, sir,” she whispered, her body still shaking from her orgasm. “I’ll keep going.”

She rose up and began riding him again, his cock sliding in and out of her dripping pussy. She bounced on his lap, moaning and whimpering, her body slick with sweat. The judge groaned as he felt her tight pussy clenching around his cock.

“Oh, fuck yes, Sammy,” he growled.

“Please, sir, I need your cum,” she begged, her eyes pleading.

“Cum again, now,” he commanded, his voice firm.

“Oh god,” she cried, her orgasm exploding inside her. Her body shuddered as she came again, her pussy milking his cock.

“Good girl,” the judge murmured, his voice strained.

“Thank you, sir,” Samantha whispered, collapsing on top of him.

The judge pushed her back up, his cock still buried deep inside her.

“One more time,” he said, his voice rough. “Give yourself one more orgasm and then I’ll give you the program you’ve been selected for.”

“Yes, sir,” Samantha whimpered, her pussy still throbbing from her last orgasm.

She began to ride him again, her hips grinding against his as she fucked him. He reached up and pinched her nipples, rolling them between his fingers. She moaned, her sensitive nipples sending sparks of pleasure through her body. She leaned forward, her small tits bouncing as she rode him, and kissed him deeply. Their tongues entwined as they fucked, their bodies pressed together.

The judge grabbed her hips and pulled her down hard, his cock filling her pussy.

“Cum, Samantha,” he growled, his cock pulsing inside her.

“Fuck,” she cried, her orgasm exploding inside her. Her body shook as she came again, her pussy convulsing around his cock.

“Finally.” The judge groaned, his cock twitching as he exploded inside her.

His cum filled her pussy, his warm seed painting her walls. He held her close as they both rode out their orgasms, her pussy milking his cock. She whimpered as the last waves of her orgasm washed over her, her body spent and exhausted.

They lay together, their breathing ragged, their bodies intertwined.

“What program do you want?” He panted.

“Anything but breeding.” She gasped.

“That’s a shame. You’d make a great mom,” he said, smiling as he cupped her face. “You’ve been selected for the Sexual relief program. Congratulations, Samantha. You’re going to be the sex object of all the Vault residents, including me. This was a test of your ability, and you passed with flying colors.”

“Thank you, sir,” Samantha murmured, a feeling of excitement rising within her. “I’m ready to start immediately.”

“You already have,” the judge chuckled. “As of when I arrived here, you were one of the official members of the Vault 76 sex relief program. I was the first one you relieved.”

“Oh my God,” Samantha breathed, her body trembling. “I had no idea.”

“You did well, and I hope that you continue to satisfy all our needs.” The judge said, kissing her neck.

“Yes, sir,” she replied, a shiver of arousal running through her.

“Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have another appointment,” the judge said, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

“Of course, sir,” Samantha nodded, pulling herself off his deflated cock.

“See you later, and full details will be sent to you shortly,” the judge said as he rose to his feet and left.

Samantha watched him go, her body still buzzing from their intense fuck session. She couldn’t believe that she was finally a part of the Vault’s Sexual Relief Program and luckily avoided the Breeding Program.

She lay on the couch, her pussy dripping with the judge’s cum, and smiled.

Her Pip-Boy beeped, alerting her that a message had arrived. She eagerly picked it up off the table and began reading the instructions, her body already tingling with anticipation.

‘Congratulations Samantha De Sani on being chosen for the vault’s Sexual Relief Program. As of now, your body is free use property for any member of the vault. You are to be used whenever and however the vault members want and wherever they want. There is no limit to how many can have their way with you and your body will always be available to be used. You are not allowed to say no or resist. Your only option is to comply with whatever sexual acts the Vault member wants from you. Failure to comply will result in punishment. You are now the property of the Vault and will be treated as such.

You must visit the Vault 76 doctors for a monthly examination. During these examinations, the doctors will determine your current state of health, and make sure you are able to continue servicing the Vault. You will also receive your monthly birth control injection. If, for any reason, you become pregnant, you will be re-evaluated and most likely moved to the Breeding Program. You will also receive an injection to prevent the growth of hair in your armpits, legs, and vaginal area. Both of which you should already be accustomed to.

You will be provided a similar but new uniform to your previous Vault-Tec Jumpsuit. It will be all black with red accents. The zipper which would normally hold the jacket closed has been removed. It is designed to remain open at the front, exposing your body. The shorts have been changed from the normal high-thigh cut. They will now be cut even shorter, so the bottom of your ass cheeks will always be visible. This new uniform is to clearly identify you as a Sexual Relief Program resident.

Your breasts will remain uncovered and you are not allowed to wear anything underneath the uniform. Any undergarments you have will be taken away from you. You are expected to maintain your training regimen and diet to stay in optimal health and body shape. Light makeup is permitted and encouraged to help enhance your appearance.

If you are not currently sexually active, please visit the Vault 76 Sex Training Center. Once there, you will be put through a series of training programs to prepare you for the sexual acts that will be required of you. These will include: Anal training, Deepthroat training, Sexual endurance, Group sex, and Orgasm control.

Once again, congratulations on being chosen for this important Project. We look forward to you providing us with years of sexual relief.’

Samantha smiled, the words on the Pip-Boy screen filling her with a sense of pride and accomplishment. She had wanted this so badly for the past few years, and now, she had finally made it.

“Hey, Kiddo. Who was at the door?” Her father asked as he entered the room, wearing only a towel after his shower.

“It was the judge,” Samantha replied, her eyes moving from her Pip-Boy to her father’s muscular chest.

“What did he say?” He asked, oblivious to her gaze.

“I’m officially a member of the Sexual Relief Program.” Samantha said.

“Really? That’s great, Sammy.” He replied, a proud smile on his face. “Congratulations, baby.”

“Thanks, Dad,” she said, a flush rising in her cheeks.

“I’m so proud of you,” her father said, crossing the room and wrapping her in a tight embrace. “My little girl, an official fuck-slut of the Vault. I couldn’t be happier.”

“Dad, I—” Samantha stammered, his strong arms around her making her feel hot.

“Shh, it’s okay, Kiddo,” her father whispered in her ear. “You have no idea how hard it’s been waiting for this day, watching you grow up and getting more and more beautiful every year. Seeing your perfect little body, your tiny tits and tight ass. Looking as you constantly walked around our chamber in as little clothing or none at all. Hearing your sweet moans and whimpers when your boyfriends came over to fuck you. But now, I can finally act on it. I can finally have you the way I’ve always wanted. I can finally fill your holes with my cum. I can finally treat you like the cum-dumpster you were always born to be.”

Samantha could barely comprehend what was happening. She looked up at her father, her mouth open in disbelief.

“Dad, are you serious?” She asked, her heart racing.

“Absolutely,” he replied, his voice taking on a husky tone. “I’ve been jerking off to thoughts of you for years. I’ve fantasized about fucking you in every position, filling your pussy and mouth with my cum, covering your body with it. And now, after years of pushing you to stay fit and flexible, and recently pushing you to apply for the sexual programs.” He chucked to himself. “It’s all been worth it.”

“You’ve been doing this ... Just to fuck me?” She gasped.

“You don’t know how badly I’ve wanted you, Sammy,” her father groaned, his cock already hardening under his towel. “Your mother has been gone for years, and you’re the only girl in my life. I’ve needed something, someone, to satisfy my desires, and I knew the only way I could have you was through the programs. So, I did everything I could to encourage you to apply, and now, here we are.”

“I can’t believe it.” She whispered, her breath catching in her throat. “All this time, I thought you just wanted the best for me.”

“I did,” her father assured her. “And now, I want the best for both of us. You’re in the Sexual Relief Program, meaning your body is free use property of the vault. You’re free to be fucked and used by anyone and everyone, whenever they want, wherever they want. I’ve been waiting a long time for this, Sammy, and now, I can have you the way I’ve wanted. Now, I can fuck you and use you as much as I want. And trust me, I plan on fucking and using you a lot.”

“Dad, I don’t understand-”

“Just relax, Sammy,” her father murmured, reaching up and gently stroking her hair. “Let Daddy take care of you.”

“Oh God,” she whimpered, his touch sending shivers down her spine.

“That’s a good girl,” he said, his voice taking on a commanding tone. “Now, get on your knees, Kiddo.”

Samantha sank to her knees, her mind racing as her father dropped his towel, revealing his throbbing cock.

“You like that, Sammy?” He asked, his hand stroking his shaft. “You like seeing the cock that made you?”

Samantha swallowed hard, not answering him. She knew her new place and role in the Vault, but seeing her own father’s cock, ready and willing to use her as a cum-dumpster, was something she never expected. She knew the vault’s Sex Relief Program was meant to be used by all the residents, including family members, but actually being on the receiving end was an entirely different situation. She never knew her father wanted her, let alone had fantasized about her.

She moved closer, her small tits pressing against her father’s strong thighs, and wrapped her delicate fingers around his thick cock.

“I’ve waited a long time for this, baby girl.” Her father grunted. “Now, suck Daddy’s cock.”

Samantha took a deep breath, a wave of anticipation rolling through her. She leaned forward and opened her mouth, her lips wrapping around the tip of his cock. Her father let out a groan of pleasure as she began to bob her head up and down, his cock filling her mouth. She sucked and licked, swirling her tongue around the head. Her father reached down and stroked her hair, his voice heavy with lust.

“Fuck, Sammy. I’d say I’m sorry for manipulating you all these years, but it was all worth it to have my baby girl’s mouth on my cock. Keep sucking, Kiddo.”

Samantha’s head spun. It was too much. Her own father, the man who had raised her, had manipulated her into applying for the Vault’s Sex Relief Program, the same program she had been so excited about only minutes before, thinking it was her own idea. Her emotions were a whirlwind, but she knew her duty, her new role in the Vault. Her body was free-use property, and she was obligated to provide sexual relief to anyone and everyone, including her father. She had to obey his commands, no matter what.

Samantha was panting, lying on her back on her own bed, her eyes glazed over. The smell of her father’s musk lingered in the air, and the feeling of his cum was dripping out of her used pussy. Her body was sore, her pussy gaping from being used so many times.

She had lost track of the number of orgasms she had experienced, but she remember all three times her father had filled her up with his seed. The first time, her father had fucked her from behind, grabbing a fistful of her hair and slamming his cock deep inside her.

He had ordered her to keep her hands on the headboard and her legs spread wide, allowing him to pound her pussy as hard and fast as he wanted. She had moaned and whimpered as he fucked her, his cock stretching her tight pussy. He had reached around and pinched her nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through her body. She had begged him to cum inside her, her voice breathless and needy. He had growled in her ear, telling her that she was going to be his fuck-toy for the rest of her life.

The second time, her father had ordered her onto her hands and knees. He had knelt behind her and grabbed her hips, pulling her back onto his cock. He had ridden her hard, his cock slamming into her from behind. She had moaned and cried out as he had fucked her, her pussy milking his cock. He had reached around and stroked her clit, his fingers teasing her. She had begged him to make her cum, her voice a mixture of lust and desperation.

And finally, her father had ordered her onto her back. He had knelt between her legs and spread them wide, his cock sliding easily into her well-used pussy. He had fucked her slowly and methodically, his cock hitting all the right spots. She had whimpered and moaned, her body trembling with pleasure. He had fucked her for what seemed like hours, his cock sliding in and out of her teenage pussy.

“You were amazing, Kiddo.” her father said, standing at the edge of the bed. “I knew you would be. That’s why I pushed you to apply for the programs, to become a full-time fuck-hole for the whole vault.”

“I can’t believe you,” she panted, coming to terms with what he had done. “All these years, you were planning this.”