“How much do you want for her?” Caroline spoke up. Watching the woman getting raped had turned her on in a bad way. Although watching her getting carved up and cooked would be fun, she had a few things in mind she wanted to do before the Ranger was murdered. Besides, what was the point of having a pocket full of bottle caps if you didn’t spend them on the things you wanted?
Cook-Cook turned to look at her. Caroline could feel his eyes undressing her. It didn’t bother her. If the cannibalistic pseudo-chef’s perverted fantasies about her drove the price down, all the better. Just as long as he didn’t try to stick his rancid prick in her face, he could imagine all he wanted. “For lean meat such as this?” he said, nodding to the unconscious Ranger woman. “I couldn’t part with it for anything less than three thousand caps.”
Caroline laughed. “You’re joking. She’s a good bit of meat, I’ll grant you, but three thousand is way too much. Look at the muscle definition on her,” she said, running a finger over one of the Ranger’s arms. “A bit of muscle is good, but this much will make her tough and stringy. You overvalue your product.”
“What’s your offer?” Cook-Cook grumbled.
“I’ll give you five hundred caps,” she offered, poking at the Ranger’s exposed ass.
“Five hundred down from three thousand?” Cook-Cook snarled, his eyes wide with offense. He started eyeing Caroline less as an object of sex and instead as potential meat for his grill.
Caroline wasn’t impressed. If he tried anything, she’d kill him and take both the NCR troopers for free. If she had to kill Violet, too, so be it.
“That’s unacceptable,” Cook-Cook finally replied. “I’ll take two thousand, but not a cap less.”
“Two’s still too high,” Caroline countered. “Why don’t we split the difference at a thousand?”
Cook-Cook sat silently, eyeing the unconscious Ranger for a few moments before nodding. “A thousand will work.”
Caroline grinned and handed over the caps. “C’mon, Violet,” she said to her current companion, who’d remained silent through the negotiations but ultimately pleased with the deal. “Let’s take our new pet home.”
As they carried their prize between them, Caroline looked back over her shoulder in time to see Cook-Cook level his flamethrower on the other Ranger. The young man was just waking up. His eyes fluttered open to see the barrel of the flamethrower several inches in front of his face. He screamed as Cook-Cook squeezed the trigger on his weapon and lit the novice Ranger ablaze. He shrieked and flailed on the ground as his skin burnt and bubbled away.
Caroline caught a whiff of cooking flesh in the breeze and smiled, thinking of the fun to be had with her own Ranger slave.
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Date: 2012-06-20 08:50 am (UTC)Cook-Cook turned to look at her. Caroline could feel his eyes undressing her. It didn’t bother her. If the cannibalistic pseudo-chef’s perverted fantasies about her drove the price down, all the better. Just as long as he didn’t try to stick his rancid prick in her face, he could imagine all he wanted. “For lean meat such as this?” he said, nodding to the unconscious Ranger woman. “I couldn’t part with it for anything less than three thousand caps.”
Caroline laughed. “You’re joking. She’s a good bit of meat, I’ll grant you, but three thousand is way too much. Look at the muscle definition on her,” she said, running a finger over one of the Ranger’s arms. “A bit of muscle is good, but this much will make her tough and stringy. You overvalue your product.”
“What’s your offer?” Cook-Cook grumbled.
“I’ll give you five hundred caps,” she offered, poking at the Ranger’s exposed ass.
“Five hundred down from three thousand?” Cook-Cook snarled, his eyes wide with offense. He started eyeing Caroline less as an object of sex and instead as potential meat for his grill.
Caroline wasn’t impressed. If he tried anything, she’d kill him and take both the NCR troopers for free. If she had to kill Violet, too, so be it.
“That’s unacceptable,” Cook-Cook finally replied. “I’ll take two thousand, but not a cap less.”
“Two’s still too high,” Caroline countered. “Why don’t we split the difference at a thousand?”
Cook-Cook sat silently, eyeing the unconscious Ranger for a few moments before nodding. “A thousand will work.”
Caroline grinned and handed over the caps. “C’mon, Violet,” she said to her current companion, who’d remained silent through the negotiations but ultimately pleased with the deal. “Let’s take our new pet home.”
As they carried their prize between them, Caroline looked back over her shoulder in time to see Cook-Cook level his flamethrower on the other Ranger. The young man was just waking up. His eyes fluttered open to see the barrel of the flamethrower several inches in front of his face. He screamed as Cook-Cook squeezed the trigger on his weapon and lit the novice Ranger ablaze. He shrieked and flailed on the ground as his skin burnt and bubbled away.
Caroline caught a whiff of cooking flesh in the breeze and smiled, thinking of the fun to be had with her own Ranger slave.
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