With the small morsel consumed, Caroline looked down at her plaything. Her crotch was utterly destroyed, a dark pool of blood spreading out onto the rocks around her. Her face, similarly, wasn’t nearly as pretty to look at as it once was. Sunny lay in a daze, too overwhelmed with the pain and horror of her situation to fully comprehend anything. Caroline sighed. She hated when her toys got like that. It was next to impossible to have fun with them.
“I’m being such a hog,” she said, not knowing if Sunny could still hear her or not. “You probably want a bite for yourself. I imagine it’s not easy filling such a big mouth.” She laughed at her own joke and crouched beside the tortured woman. “Here, you can have the rest.”
Sunny’s eyes bulged and she let out a panicked gagging as Caroline shoved what remained of her cunt lips down her throat. She tried to swallow, despite the disgust she felt at being forced to, but as hard as her throat muscles worked, they couldn’t dislodge the obstruction. The parts of Sunny’s face not obscured with blood grew red as she choked on her own pussy. Her body flopped wildly, expressing more life than she had in the last several minutes, as Sunny instinctively tried to cling to life.
Caroline stepped back and enjoyed the show. She dropped a hand down to her bare crotch and fingered her wet pussy. Her thumb brushed over her clit, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through her. As Sunny’s struggles began to fade, Caroline’s hand moved faster, wanting to time things perfectly. It was a game she’d played before, more than a few times. She was quite good at it.
As Sunny’s body let out a final, sputtering jerk, Caroline cried out as her hand became soaked with her cunt juice. She licked her fingers clean then surveyed the scene. Sunny’s corpse lay sprawled out, covered in blood. The dead bitch’s bitch lay a few feet away. Not quite as gory, but equally dead. The Vault uniform lay in a heap, carried a ways from the bloodshed thanks to a few strong gusts of wind. Caroline had no urge to redress in the uniform.
She focused her eyes back on Sunny. She smirked. The leather armor the woman wore was appealing. The thought of wearing the clothes of her first victim since literally returning from the grave gave her a bit of a thrill. Crouching beside the woman’s corpse, she stripped her of her clothes completely. They were soaked with blood in a few spots, but being leather, it wouldn’t be difficult to wash off.
Once Caroline was dressed, she picked up her bloody knife, looking it over. “Such good times, old friend,” she said to it. Sunny’s blood was already drying on the blade. The knife would be thirsty again. Probably soon. But there’d be plenty of time to find fresh meat.
Crouching over Sunny’s corpse, Caroline used the knife to slice away the dead woman’s nipples. She slipped the flaps of flesh into her pocket. Maybe she’d make a necklace out of them. Maybe she’d just nibble on them along her journey. Either way, they made for a nice memento of the kill.
Grabbing Sunny’s rifle, Caroline slung it over her shoulder and left the messy sight of her kill. Her head still hurt. Her memories leading up to being shot were still fuzzy. But she was alive – unlike unfortunate Sunny Smiles – and as long as she was, she’d keep moving. There were bound to be more fun and interesting things to do in the Mojave.
And just maybe she’d even get to have a little revenge on the fucker who’d tried to kill her.
Mojave Hunts (5/?)
“I’m being such a hog,” she said, not knowing if Sunny could still hear her or not. “You probably want a bite for yourself. I imagine it’s not easy filling such a big mouth.” She laughed at her own joke and crouched beside the tortured woman. “Here, you can have the rest.”
Sunny’s eyes bulged and she let out a panicked gagging as Caroline shoved what remained of her cunt lips down her throat. She tried to swallow, despite the disgust she felt at being forced to, but as hard as her throat muscles worked, they couldn’t dislodge the obstruction. The parts of Sunny’s face not obscured with blood grew red as she choked on her own pussy. Her body flopped wildly, expressing more life than she had in the last several minutes, as Sunny instinctively tried to cling to life.
Caroline stepped back and enjoyed the show. She dropped a hand down to her bare crotch and fingered her wet pussy. Her thumb brushed over her clit, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through her. As Sunny’s struggles began to fade, Caroline’s hand moved faster, wanting to time things perfectly. It was a game she’d played before, more than a few times. She was quite good at it.
As Sunny’s body let out a final, sputtering jerk, Caroline cried out as her hand became soaked with her cunt juice. She licked her fingers clean then surveyed the scene. Sunny’s corpse lay sprawled out, covered in blood. The dead bitch’s bitch lay a few feet away. Not quite as gory, but equally dead. The Vault uniform lay in a heap, carried a ways from the bloodshed thanks to a few strong gusts of wind. Caroline had no urge to redress in the uniform.
She focused her eyes back on Sunny. She smirked. The leather armor the woman wore was appealing. The thought of wearing the clothes of her first victim since literally returning from the grave gave her a bit of a thrill. Crouching beside the woman’s corpse, she stripped her of her clothes completely. They were soaked with blood in a few spots, but being leather, it wouldn’t be difficult to wash off.
Once Caroline was dressed, she picked up her bloody knife, looking it over. “Such good times, old friend,” she said to it. Sunny’s blood was already drying on the blade. The knife would be thirsty again. Probably soon. But there’d be plenty of time to find fresh meat.
Crouching over Sunny’s corpse, Caroline used the knife to slice away the dead woman’s nipples. She slipped the flaps of flesh into her pocket. Maybe she’d make a necklace out of them. Maybe she’d just nibble on them along her journey. Either way, they made for a nice memento of the kill.
Grabbing Sunny’s rifle, Caroline slung it over her shoulder and left the messy sight of her kill. Her head still hurt. Her memories leading up to being shot were still fuzzy. But she was alive – unlike unfortunate Sunny Smiles – and as long as she was, she’d keep moving. There were bound to be more fun and interesting things to do in the Mojave.
And just maybe she’d even get to have a little revenge on the fucker who’d tried to kill her.