Caroline made fast friends with the dark skinned Fiend. Violet was almost as crazy as she was; only she didn’t hide it. Quite the opposite, Violet flaunted her insanity and the group of like-minded freaks she hung around with praised her for it. After the prolonged subterfuge Caroline had been forced to endure with Veronica, she wanted to let her inner psychopath fly free for a while. Violet made for a perfect companion for such a thing. Eager to kill at a moment’s notice, eager to fuck even faster, and she even had a taste for human flesh. If Caroline were into the whole monogamous, long term relationship thing, she could see spending a good bit of time with Violet.
The pack of wild dogs Violet kept were less enjoyable. In fact, they were a fucking nuisance. Even after the week she’d spent in Violet’s company, the beasts kept growling at her. Maybe they could sense her eventual intent to do their master harm. Maybe they just didn’t like the attention she took from them. Caroline didn’t give a shit either way. It took every ounce of her self-control to cleave through the damned dogs’ skulls with her axe. The only thing that restrained her from doing it was the fact that she hadn’t quite tired of Violet yet, and killing her canine friends seemed to be a sure way to get the Fiend more than a little angry.
At least she’d managed to convince Violet to leave the mutts at home when they went out to hunt. Having the beasts at her back made her nervous.
“What’s that?” Caroline asked, nodding to some commotion in the distance.
“Something to hurt,” Violet replied with a grin. “Let’s check it out.”
Caroline fell in behind Violet, allowing the Fiend to take the lead. Dealing with such an unrestrained psycho, she’d decided to play things a little differently than her usual take charge attitude. By showing Violet a more subservient side, Caroline could later surprise her with how dangerous she really was.
Coming upon the scene, Caroline felt a tingling in her loins. She easily recognized Cook-Cook, one of the higher level Fiends. The thought that the disjointed band of crooks, murderers, and cannibals actually had a hierarchy always made Caroline giggle. Currently, Cook-Cook was hunched over a woman in NCR Ranger gear. She struggled against the muscular Fiend, cursing at him and trying to throw him off, but despite her own strength, she found it impossible to break free. Cook-Cook cackled with glee as he drove his throbbing cock into the Ranger’s unprotected snatch.
Another NCR Ranger lay several feet away from the rape. He was younger. His thick-rimmed glasses lay smashed beside him and blood ran down the side of his dark-skinned face. He was still alive for the time being, just unconscious.
Violet crouched low and moved up to Cook-Cook. “Whatchu got there, Cook?” she asked, eyeing the struggling Ranger with interest.
“Caught these two sniffing around,” Cook-Cook replied between grunts as he fucked the Ranger with hard, punishing thrusts. “We’ll dine on fresh meat tonight.” He laughed and bit at the back of the Ranger’s ear, tearing a chunk of it away. The Ranger screamed. “Just getting a sampling before I carve em up and slap em on the grill.”
The two women watched as Cook-Cook fucked the Ranger harder before crying out and shooting his cum deep into her violated cunt. The Ranger’s curses grew nastier as she fought to knock her rapist away. Cook-Cook laughed at her and cracked her over the back of the head. The Ranger did a face plant into the sand and lay still. Cook-Cook sat back, slipping his sticky prick free of the Ranger’s cum-oozing slit. “Can’t wait to carve this bitch up. Maybe I’ll make her watch as I do her friend first.”
Mojave Hunts (22/?)
Caroline made fast friends with the dark skinned Fiend. Violet was almost as crazy as she was; only she didn’t hide it. Quite the opposite, Violet flaunted her insanity and the group of like-minded freaks she hung around with praised her for it. After the prolonged subterfuge Caroline had been forced to endure with Veronica, she wanted to let her inner psychopath fly free for a while. Violet made for a perfect companion for such a thing. Eager to kill at a moment’s notice, eager to fuck even faster, and she even had a taste for human flesh. If Caroline were into the whole monogamous, long term relationship thing, she could see spending a good bit of time with Violet.
The pack of wild dogs Violet kept were less enjoyable. In fact, they were a fucking nuisance. Even after the week she’d spent in Violet’s company, the beasts kept growling at her. Maybe they could sense her eventual intent to do their master harm. Maybe they just didn’t like the attention she took from them. Caroline didn’t give a shit either way. It took every ounce of her self-control to cleave through the damned dogs’ skulls with her axe. The only thing that restrained her from doing it was the fact that she hadn’t quite tired of Violet yet, and killing her canine friends seemed to be a sure way to get the Fiend more than a little angry.
At least she’d managed to convince Violet to leave the mutts at home when they went out to hunt. Having the beasts at her back made her nervous.
“What’s that?” Caroline asked, nodding to some commotion in the distance.
“Something to hurt,” Violet replied with a grin. “Let’s check it out.”
Caroline fell in behind Violet, allowing the Fiend to take the lead. Dealing with such an unrestrained psycho, she’d decided to play things a little differently than her usual take charge attitude. By showing Violet a more subservient side, Caroline could later surprise her with how dangerous she really was.
Coming upon the scene, Caroline felt a tingling in her loins. She easily recognized Cook-Cook, one of the higher level Fiends. The thought that the disjointed band of crooks, murderers, and cannibals actually had a hierarchy always made Caroline giggle. Currently, Cook-Cook was hunched over a woman in NCR Ranger gear. She struggled against the muscular Fiend, cursing at him and trying to throw him off, but despite her own strength, she found it impossible to break free. Cook-Cook cackled with glee as he drove his throbbing cock into the Ranger’s unprotected snatch.
Another NCR Ranger lay several feet away from the rape. He was younger. His thick-rimmed glasses lay smashed beside him and blood ran down the side of his dark-skinned face. He was still alive for the time being, just unconscious.
Violet crouched low and moved up to Cook-Cook. “Whatchu got there, Cook?” she asked, eyeing the struggling Ranger with interest.
“Caught these two sniffing around,” Cook-Cook replied between grunts as he fucked the Ranger with hard, punishing thrusts. “We’ll dine on fresh meat tonight.” He laughed and bit at the back of the Ranger’s ear, tearing a chunk of it away. The Ranger screamed. “Just getting a sampling before I carve em up and slap em on the grill.”
The two women watched as Cook-Cook fucked the Ranger harder before crying out and shooting his cum deep into her violated cunt. The Ranger’s curses grew nastier as she fought to knock her rapist away. Cook-Cook laughed at her and cracked her over the back of the head. The Ranger did a face plant into the sand and lay still. Cook-Cook sat back, slipping his sticky prick free of the Ranger’s cum-oozing slit. “Can’t wait to carve this bitch up. Maybe I’ll make her watch as I do her friend first.”