Legion attacks Primm, and takes slaves. Tags: noncon, gangbang, oral, anal, humiliation, possibly dark
Decimus Vergilius Flaccus was a Legion raider, one of the best. He was a Decanus working his way to Centurion. After successfully planning and leading the attack on Ranger Station Charlie, if his next raid went well, he was almost certain that he’d get the promotion. He just needed to carry it out.
He’d taken positions with two more lower-ranking decani and their troops surrounding the NCR-controlled town of Primm. His contubernia and another would sweep in from the south to provide a distraction while the third attacked from the north to hit the backside of the NCR’s base of operations.
Vergilius peered through the binoculars he’d looted from a dead Explorer and into the town. The best pickings would most likely be coming from the younger citizens and the NCR soldiers. He wasn’t interested in the males; they would be shown no mercy. The women on the other hand would be subdued non-lethally. He’d made it very clear if a woman who was of childbearing age was killed during the raid, he’d personally whip the aggressor to death for his disobedience.
He checked to make sure the small pouch of beanbag rounds for his shotgun was in place on his belt, before loading it with regular shells. “We move on my mark,” he told his troops.
Vergilius peered through his binoculars at where the other team was preparing to attack. They were just out of sight of the guard posted, and were to start their approach as soon as gunfire was heard.
“Charge!” he shouted, and the wave of crimson-armored soldiers poured over the hillside and into the town. A few NCR troopers who were idling near the southern approach suddenly looked up and fumbled with their rifles, trying to sight them. With startling quickness, the Legion was upon them. Both of the men crumpled, one slashed by the machete of a particularly quick Recruit while Vergilius put several small holes into the helmet of the other.
The four houses clustered there were hit next. A few soldiers went into each one as the rest of the group entered the central intersection. The NCR forces across the bridge had heard the sounds of battle, and started firing on the soldiers crossing the street.
Then the last contubernia struck from the north. A good portion of the fire was then lessened as the NCR troopers tried to avoid being backed into a corner. An intrepid Recruit who tried to cross the bridge was rewarded for his effort by having his legs blown in one direction and his dying body in another.
From the ramshackle tower, an NCR trooper managed to take out another of the front-runners, but it didn’t stop the attackers from the north from storming her position and beating her into submission with the flats of their blades.
A few townsfolk filtered out of Vicki and Vance, but the sight of three of Vergilius’ best troops brandishing repeaters, they backed down. With one great final push, the combined Legion forces managed to take the NCR command position.
* * * * *
The captures were arrayed in a line in the central intersection, their hands bound. Three female NCR troopers, six females from the town who were of childbearing age, five men from the town, and an old couple made up the line.
Vergilius gestured to the Recruit holding the machete to the throat of Johnson Nash. With a quick slash, crimson gushed from his throat and onto his clothes and the pavement. His corpse was dropped unceremoniously to the ground.
The Decanus gestured to his body. “The old man served no purpose to our cause. Are there any among you men who would become legionaries?” None spoke up. “Kill them.” With the sound of blades scraping across flesh and a few quiet gurgles, the remaining men in the town joined Johnson on the ground. Next he moved to Ruby Nash. “We have enough like her already. Kill her.” The old woman fell next to her husband.
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Yes, Master (1/4)
Date: 2011-11-25 06:38 am (UTC)Tags: noncon, gangbang, oral, anal, humiliation, possibly dark
Decimus Vergilius Flaccus was a Legion raider, one of the best. He was a Decanus working his way to Centurion. After successfully planning and leading the attack on Ranger Station Charlie, if his next raid went well, he was almost certain that he’d get the promotion. He just needed to carry it out.
He’d taken positions with two more lower-ranking decani and their troops surrounding the NCR-controlled town of Primm. His contubernia and another would sweep in from the south to provide a distraction while the third attacked from the north to hit the backside of the NCR’s base of operations.
Vergilius peered through the binoculars he’d looted from a dead Explorer and into the town. The best pickings would most likely be coming from the younger citizens and the NCR soldiers. He wasn’t interested in the males; they would be shown no mercy. The women on the other hand would be subdued non-lethally. He’d made it very clear if a woman who was of childbearing age was killed during the raid, he’d personally whip the aggressor to death for his disobedience.
He checked to make sure the small pouch of beanbag rounds for his shotgun was in place on his belt, before loading it with regular shells. “We move on my mark,” he told his troops.
Vergilius peered through his binoculars at where the other team was preparing to attack. They were just out of sight of the guard posted, and were to start their approach as soon as gunfire was heard.
“Charge!” he shouted, and the wave of crimson-armored soldiers poured over the hillside and into the town. A few NCR troopers who were idling near the southern approach suddenly looked up and fumbled with their rifles, trying to sight them. With startling quickness, the Legion was upon them. Both of the men crumpled, one slashed by the machete of a particularly quick Recruit while Vergilius put several small holes into the helmet of the other.
The four houses clustered there were hit next. A few soldiers went into each one as the rest of the group entered the central intersection. The NCR forces across the bridge had heard the sounds of battle, and started firing on the soldiers crossing the street.
Then the last contubernia struck from the north. A good portion of the fire was then lessened as the NCR troopers tried to avoid being backed into a corner. An intrepid Recruit who tried to cross the bridge was rewarded for his effort by having his legs blown in one direction and his dying body in another.
From the ramshackle tower, an NCR trooper managed to take out another of the front-runners, but it didn’t stop the attackers from the north from storming her position and beating her into submission with the flats of their blades.
A few townsfolk filtered out of Vicki and Vance, but the sight of three of Vergilius’ best troops brandishing repeaters, they backed down. With one great final push, the combined Legion forces managed to take the NCR command position.
* * * * *
The captures were arrayed in a line in the central intersection, their hands bound. Three female NCR troopers, six females from the town who were of childbearing age, five men from the town, and an old couple made up the line.
Vergilius gestured to the Recruit holding the machete to the throat of Johnson Nash. With a quick slash, crimson gushed from his throat and onto his clothes and the pavement. His corpse was dropped unceremoniously to the ground.
The Decanus gestured to his body. “The old man served no purpose to our cause. Are there any among you men who would become legionaries?” None spoke up. “Kill them.” With the sound of blades scraping across flesh and a few quiet gurgles, the remaining men in the town joined Johnson on the ground. Next he moved to Ruby Nash. “We have enough like her already. Kill her.” The old woman fell next to her husband.