With Violet dead, Caroline quickly lost interest in watching. She turned back to Betsy, grinning. “Well, the dogs have been fed,” she said, sauntering over to the bound woman. “But I gotta say, it’s stirred my hunger.”
“You stay the fuck away from me, you crazy bitch,” Betsy growled. The act of treachery had been shocking, but not unexpected. As soon as she’d seen Caroline, she knew the woman would turn on Violet eventually. Sociopaths were rarely team players for long. It was something she’d struggled with on a daily basis during her time with the NCR.
Blood ran freely from Betsy’s wrists and ankles. She’d tried to break free of the bindings while the Mystery Woman was distracted, but all she’d managed to do was tear the wounds in her extremities deeper. Still, despite the pain and shame she felt, Betsy’s anger ran strong. If she could get just one hand free, she could put up some kind of fight. Maybe even save herself from whatever horrific fate the woman had in store for her.
Caroline moved to her knees in front of Betsy, resuming the position she’d been in a short time ago. “There’s really only one way to start a meal,” she said, using one hand to push the folds of Betsy’s wet pussy apart. The other hand took hold of her knife and sliced the NCR trooper’s tiny clit away. Betsy’s eyes shot wide and she let out a scream far more impressive than any of Violet’s. Caroline popped the bloody nub of flesh into her mouth and rolled it along her tongue before swallowing it down. She moaned softly. “Best appetizer ever.”
“You fucking cunt!” Betsy screamed, pulling wildly at the barbed wire holding her up. “Let me the fuck down and I’ll tear you apart! I’ll rip your fucking guts out through your ass, you sick bitch!” The barbed wire strained against the strong woman’s might, but it held firm.
“That’s an amusingly pleasant visual,” Caroline commended. “I’d consider doing that to you, but I think I want to keep you around a little longer. After all, meat spoils pretty quickly in this heat. I wouldn’t want you going bad before I’ve had my fill.” She brought the blade of her knife to Betsy’s left thigh. “Don’t worry. I’ve picked up a good bit of knowledge of human anatomy. You won’t be dying until I want you to.”
Betsy’s screams rose in volume as Caroline carved into the meat of her thigh. The young psychopath came away with a large chunk of bloody flesh. “I should really cook this, but I’m too hungry to wait that long,” Caroline said before taking a big bite out of Betsy’s thigh meat. The Ranger watched in horror as her Mystery Torturer devoured her flesh. When she finished, Caroline gave Betsy a wide, bloody grin. “Delicious.”
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Mojave Hunts (27/?)
Date: 2012-06-20 08:57 am (UTC)“You stay the fuck away from me, you crazy bitch,” Betsy growled. The act of treachery had been shocking, but not unexpected. As soon as she’d seen Caroline, she knew the woman would turn on Violet eventually. Sociopaths were rarely team players for long. It was something she’d struggled with on a daily basis during her time with the NCR.
Blood ran freely from Betsy’s wrists and ankles. She’d tried to break free of the bindings while the Mystery Woman was distracted, but all she’d managed to do was tear the wounds in her extremities deeper. Still, despite the pain and shame she felt, Betsy’s anger ran strong. If she could get just one hand free, she could put up some kind of fight. Maybe even save herself from whatever horrific fate the woman had in store for her.
Caroline moved to her knees in front of Betsy, resuming the position she’d been in a short time ago. “There’s really only one way to start a meal,” she said, using one hand to push the folds of Betsy’s wet pussy apart. The other hand took hold of her knife and sliced the NCR trooper’s tiny clit away. Betsy’s eyes shot wide and she let out a scream far more impressive than any of Violet’s. Caroline popped the bloody nub of flesh into her mouth and rolled it along her tongue before swallowing it down. She moaned softly. “Best appetizer ever.”
“You fucking cunt!” Betsy screamed, pulling wildly at the barbed wire holding her up. “Let me the fuck down and I’ll tear you apart! I’ll rip your fucking guts out through your ass, you sick bitch!” The barbed wire strained against the strong woman’s might, but it held firm.
“That’s an amusingly pleasant visual,” Caroline commended. “I’d consider doing that to you, but I think I want to keep you around a little longer. After all, meat spoils pretty quickly in this heat. I wouldn’t want you going bad before I’ve had my fill.” She brought the blade of her knife to Betsy’s left thigh. “Don’t worry. I’ve picked up a good bit of knowledge of human anatomy. You won’t be dying until I want you to.”
Betsy’s screams rose in volume as Caroline carved into the meat of her thigh. The young psychopath came away with a large chunk of bloody flesh. “I should really cook this, but I’m too hungry to wait that long,” Caroline said before taking a big bite out of Betsy’s thigh meat. The Ranger watched in horror as her Mystery Torturer devoured her flesh. When she finished, Caroline gave Betsy a wide, bloody grin. “Delicious.”