With a grunt, Caroline chucked the arm into the fire pit. The glowing embers sizzled. It didn’t take long for the scent of cooking flesh to fill the cave. Veronica lay in a bloody, sobbing heap, all the fight beaten out of her. Caroline, still pissed, stomped away from her victim and scooped up her axe. She held it over the fire, waiting patiently for the blade to heat up as she leveled a deadly glare on Veronica.
Veronica was drawn out of her stupor as Caroline slammed the axe through her left thigh. The sizzling blade cauterized as it cut. Veronica’s eyes shot wide. Her screams echoed off the cave’s walls. Wasting no time, Caroline hacked through Veronica’s remaining leg. The scribe bucked on the ground, thrashing her head from side to side. A strong blast of hot piss squirted from her crotch as the pain overrode any self-control she had left.
Dropping the axe, Caroline collected Veronica’s legs and chucked them into the fire pit. After the beating, she didn’t even feel like eating the flesh. She just wanted Veronica to die with the knowledge of how thoroughly destroyed her body was.
Grabbing her knife, Caroline returned to Veronica. Her screams had faded into weaker grunts. Her wide eyes locked onto Caroline as soon as she came within her line of sight. Caroline gave her a bloody grin. “Almost had me, you tough little cunt,” she growled, holding up her knife. “But almost doesn’t count, does it?”
She dropped down onto Veronica’s chest. “It’s a shame, really,” Caroline lamented. “You were almost the full package. Cute as a button, able to handle yourself in a fight, smart.” She let out a laugh. “Hell, I’d call you brilliant except I’m here. But still, you’ve got a brain in that pretty head of yours.” She looked over Veronica’s battered face. “Well, your head used to be pretty anyway. Not a big deal. Looks fade. At least, that’s what they tell me. Yours haven’t faded. They’ve just been beaten the fuck right off of you.”
Caroline wiped at the blood running from her nose. “Like I said, it’s a shame. I’ve got to give respect to any dyke tough enough to find her way in the wastes. I’m not ashamed to admit that there were moments – not many, but a few – when I was luring you in that I thought we might be able to make a proper go at a partnership. I’ve tried it before but it usually doesn’t last very long. A few days. Once, I made it almost a month. But relationships are just so fucking boring.”
She leaned in close to Veronica’s face, making sure she was still aware enough to be listening. She was. “Maybe if you weren’t so hung up on that long lost true love of yours, you’d have lived longer.” Caroline shrugged. “Maybe not. It’s hard to tell with me. Besides, I’m sure you’d have gotten all preachy the first time you saw me disembowel a merchant. No, it’s probably better this way.”
Caroline gave Veronica a sad smile. “Still, I’d have liked to feel your tongue on my pussy. I’d try now, but you’d probably do something stupid like try to bite me.” Her eyes lit up with sadistic inspiration. “Although, there might be a way around that.”
Mojave Hunts (18/?)
Veronica was drawn out of her stupor as Caroline slammed the axe through her left thigh. The sizzling blade cauterized as it cut. Veronica’s eyes shot wide. Her screams echoed off the cave’s walls. Wasting no time, Caroline hacked through Veronica’s remaining leg. The scribe bucked on the ground, thrashing her head from side to side. A strong blast of hot piss squirted from her crotch as the pain overrode any self-control she had left.
Dropping the axe, Caroline collected Veronica’s legs and chucked them into the fire pit. After the beating, she didn’t even feel like eating the flesh. She just wanted Veronica to die with the knowledge of how thoroughly destroyed her body was.
Grabbing her knife, Caroline returned to Veronica. Her screams had faded into weaker grunts. Her wide eyes locked onto Caroline as soon as she came within her line of sight. Caroline gave her a bloody grin. “Almost had me, you tough little cunt,” she growled, holding up her knife. “But almost doesn’t count, does it?”
She dropped down onto Veronica’s chest. “It’s a shame, really,” Caroline lamented. “You were almost the full package. Cute as a button, able to handle yourself in a fight, smart.” She let out a laugh. “Hell, I’d call you brilliant except I’m here. But still, you’ve got a brain in that pretty head of yours.” She looked over Veronica’s battered face. “Well, your head used to be pretty anyway. Not a big deal. Looks fade. At least, that’s what they tell me. Yours haven’t faded. They’ve just been beaten the fuck right off of you.”
Caroline wiped at the blood running from her nose. “Like I said, it’s a shame. I’ve got to give respect to any dyke tough enough to find her way in the wastes. I’m not ashamed to admit that there were moments – not many, but a few – when I was luring you in that I thought we might be able to make a proper go at a partnership. I’ve tried it before but it usually doesn’t last very long. A few days. Once, I made it almost a month. But relationships are just so fucking boring.”
She leaned in close to Veronica’s face, making sure she was still aware enough to be listening. She was. “Maybe if you weren’t so hung up on that long lost true love of yours, you’d have lived longer.” Caroline shrugged. “Maybe not. It’s hard to tell with me. Besides, I’m sure you’d have gotten all preachy the first time you saw me disembowel a merchant. No, it’s probably better this way.”
Caroline gave Veronica a sad smile. “Still, I’d have liked to feel your tongue on my pussy. I’d try now, but you’d probably do something stupid like try to bite me.” Her eyes lit up with sadistic inspiration. “Although, there might be a way around that.”