Characters: Betsy, Violet Kinks: none, almost non-con for a second Relationship: gen Summary: Violet rescues Betsy, wants the soldier to stay with her, and can't tell the difference between people and dogs
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When the shooting started, Betsy was naked, tied to a post in Cook Cook’s camp, a bloody burlap sack pulled over her head. As she heard the Fiends move away from her to look for more defensible positions she began struggling against her bonds. This was likely her only shot at escape. Cook Cook’s Fiends were shrieking, apparently loosing to whatever they were fighting. It was too much to hope for that it was NCR forces.
The ropes around her wrists came loose, and she yanked her arms free. Ripping the sack off her head, she shakily got to her feet, and promptly threw up. The pain from the beating she’d received after the Fiends had finished their first couple rounds of “fun” had welled up all at once as she stood. Her vision was blurred and her body was still trying to heave up the contents of her (empty) stomach, but she had to muscle through it if she wanted to get out of here.
Were those dogs barking? Betsy didn’t know which direction to go, and the baying and gunshots weren’t helping her get her bearings. Scanning the surrounding ruins, she suddenly caught sight of 10 of Spades. He was ducked behind some rubble, waving desperately to get her attention. Had he stuck around when she got captured?
She lurched forward, trying to get to him, but one of Cook Cook’s Fiends suddenly rushed her from her left. He knocked Betsy to the ground, and she raised her arm to try and protect herself from his blows. The man’s face was bleeding heavily- it looked like something had tried to bite it off.
That something had been a dog. The man must have thought he’d escaped from it, but the animal suddenly leapt at him from the rubble. Betsy got to her feet again as the Fiend tried to rip the dog off his arm. But now there were a few more Fiends between her and 10, falling back from the dogs and whoever was shooting. They’d been taken by surprise and were scattered.
Betsy motioned to 10 to leave. They’d have to find their own separate ways back to Camp McCarran.
Betsy cleared the ruins, adrenaline helping to numb the pain that had been slowing her down. She passed two dead dogs, their blood pooling around them. Form the sounds of it Cook Cook’s band had won and was regrouping. She pushed herself to go faster.
Suddenly, she was on the ground, tackled, her attackers knee digging painfully into her back. She felt a knife at her throat.
“Get up. Come.” She heard a woman hiss as she was dragged back up to her feet and pushed forward. Betsy complied. She was too weak to try and fight back.
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Date: 2012-06-27 03:40 pm (UTC)Kinks: none, almost non-con for a second
Relationship: gen
Summary: Violet rescues Betsy, wants the soldier to stay with her, and can't tell the difference between people and dogs
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When the shooting started, Betsy was naked, tied to a post in Cook Cook’s camp, a bloody burlap sack pulled over her head. As she heard the Fiends move away from her to look for more defensible positions she began struggling against her bonds. This was likely her only shot at escape. Cook Cook’s Fiends were shrieking, apparently loosing to whatever they were fighting. It was too much to hope for that it was NCR forces.
The ropes around her wrists came loose, and she yanked her arms free. Ripping the sack off her head, she shakily got to her feet, and promptly threw up. The pain from the beating she’d received after the Fiends had finished their first couple rounds of “fun” had welled up all at once as she stood. Her vision was blurred and her body was still trying to heave up the contents of her (empty) stomach, but she had to muscle through it if she wanted to get out of here.
Were those dogs barking? Betsy didn’t know which direction to go, and the baying and gunshots weren’t helping her get her bearings. Scanning the surrounding ruins, she suddenly caught sight of 10 of Spades. He was ducked behind some rubble, waving desperately to get her attention. Had he stuck around when she got captured?
She lurched forward, trying to get to him, but one of Cook Cook’s Fiends suddenly rushed her from her left. He knocked Betsy to the ground, and she raised her arm to try and protect herself from his blows. The man’s face was bleeding heavily- it looked like something had tried to bite it off.
That something had been a dog. The man must have thought he’d escaped from it, but the animal suddenly leapt at him from the rubble. Betsy got to her feet again as the Fiend tried to rip the dog off his arm. But now there were a few more Fiends between her and 10, falling back from the dogs and whoever was shooting. They’d been taken by surprise and were scattered.
Betsy motioned to 10 to leave. They’d have to find their own separate ways back to Camp McCarran.
Betsy cleared the ruins, adrenaline helping to numb the pain that had been slowing her down. She passed two dead dogs, their blood pooling around them. Form the sounds of it Cook Cook’s band had won and was regrouping. She pushed herself to go faster.
Suddenly, she was on the ground, tackled, her attackers knee digging painfully into her back. She felt a knife at her throat.
“Get up. Come.” She heard a woman hiss as she was dragged back up to her feet and pushed forward. Betsy complied. She was too weak to try and fight back.