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Fallout Kink Meme Part IV: Closed to prompts, open for fills.
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Yes, Master (2/4)
(Anonymous) 2011-11-25 06:40 am (UTC)(link)His leather-wrapped hand lifted up her chin so he could get a better look at her face. She was beautiful, with somewhat sharp features and cold blue eyes. Her auburn hair had been cut short as part of her military service. “You, my little friend, have some reparations to make.” The woman spat on his boots.
“Go to hell,” she told him in a venomous tone.
The slaver chuckled. “Oh, how much fun I will have breaking you.” He gestured to the captors. “Come. Take them inside. I wish to examine them.”
The captures were hauled up onto their feet and brought into the Vikki and Vance casino. “Remove their bonds,” Vergilius instructed. “All except for the fiery one.”
The Legion troops removed the ropes binding the women’s hands. “Now, strip,” he told them. “All the way down.” Then he turned to the marksman. “As for you, we will be cutting the armor off of you. Can’t take any chances after all.”
Quivering with fear and trepidation, the captures quickly removed their clothes. Vergilius singled out the most fearful-looking of the townsfolk and pointed to the nearest blackjack table. “Get up on the table, and spread your legs,” he instructed. She quaveringly clambered up onto the felt table and spread her legs. Vergilius bent to examine her sex. He was surprised to discover her hymen intact beneath the patch of light brown curls.
“Bring me the collars,” he told one of his soldiers. The Recruit scurried off to retrieve the explosive necklaces. “Tell me, can you cook?” Vergilius asked the young woman.
She nodded fearfully.
“How do you cook?” he asked.
She opened her mouth and barely spoke one word. “Well.”
“Aren’t you the prize,” he muttered quietly. The soldier came back, carrying eight collars. Vergilius reached up and clamped the collar just as his former leader had instructed him: collar them just tight enough to remind them who they belonged to.
He gestured for her to get off the table. She did so, and a soldier passed her the rough sackcloth rags that Legion slaves wore.
“Next prisoner.”
* * * * *
After seeing to the remaining docile captures (none were worth anywhere near as much to an officer as the virgin woman), Vergilius turned his attention to the odd one out.
A few Recruits lifted the woman up onto the table. “Lend me your machete,” Vergilius ordered one of his soldiers. Wordlessly, the blade was passed into his hands. It was a careful and painstaking process. He didn’t want to mar her flesh with a scar.
First he cut the straps securing the emblazoned breastplate she wore. He slid it off of her. Next, he made a careful cut along the outside of her sleeves, down her sides, and down her neck, and rent the uniform shirt in two. With deft and practiced hands, he removed her boots and trousers, leaving her in her underwear. Vergilius made a few more careful cuts and removed her bra. He paused to admire her soft flesh. The decanus squeezed her breast firmly in his hand, before tweaking the nipple. Hard.
The woman suppressed a groan of pain, and writhed slightly.
He chuckled. “How fun you will be…” Vergilius reached into her waistband and with a great tug, ripped her panties from her body. Her mound was shaved smooth, and practice the Decanus had observed among some of the Profligates.
“Spread your legs,” he ordered. She spit again, this time landing a hit on the bridge of his nose. Vergilius fumed dangerously. “Very well. Men, spread her legs and secure them that way.” With the help of their commander, the soldiers tied lengths of rope around her ankles and to the legs of the table. The Decanus decided he would want more freedom of access to the upper portion of her body. “Do the same with her wrists.”
Yes, Master (3/4)
(Anonymous) 2011-11-25 06:41 am (UTC)(link)After a few minutes, she was soaked. Vergilius grabbed a large scrap of her panties and inserted it into her pussy with his fingers, letting it absorb the moisture. He cut long piece of her bra off to serve as a gag, before wadding up the panty scrap and shoving it into the soldier’s mouth before securing it there with the long strip of the bra.
“Do you taste yourself, Profligate?” he asked, fingering her again. “Do you feel how soaked that scrap of your dignity is? How soaked it is in your arousal?” He picked up the pace, thrusting into her faster with his fingers.
He couldn’t wait. He needed her now. Removing his skirt and underclothes quickly, Vergilius freed his throbbing erection, and with no further ado, slammed it hard into the NCR trooper’s pussy. She renewed her struggles, but only achieved deeper welts on her wrists and ankles. Vergilius loved breaking in the feisty ones. He loved feeling them buck and writhe underneath him, helpless to stop him.
The situation was bringing him close, but he knew that Aurelius would have him crucified if he impregnated an unsold slave, and knew he had to act fast. He pulled out of the woman’s pussy, and clambered forward. He untied her gag, but the woman’s grunts of exertion were soon silenced again when he replaced the rag with his cock.
He drove his shaft deep into her throat. She choked and spluttered, unable to breathe. With a guttural growl, Vergilius reached his peak and let loose in her mouth. With another choke and cough, cum dribbled out of the sides of her mouth and ran in little white rivulets down to her chin.
With a concerted effort of not allowing her to spit out his salty offerings, Vergilius pulled out and pushed up on her jaw with one hand while holding her nose with the other. The two stared at each other adamantly for several seconds before the trooper unwillingly swallowed.
As soon as he released her, the woman unleashed a stream of curses. It appeared her spirit was fiery than ever. He would have to break that streak.
* * * * *
Two months later, most of the slaves had been sold off. Only the virgin and the marksman were left. The latter couldn’t be sold until her temper was broken.
However, the virgin was being sold that day. “Gentlemen,” Vergilius said to the buyers, “This woman is the most valuable of my recent captures. She is a fair cook, and I can verify for myself her prowess on her knees.”
This elicited a chuckle from the assembly.
“But, good men, but, the most valuable thing about her is that she has not bedded another. She is a virgin. See for yourself.”
The slave did as she had been instructed to do so earlier, and spread her legs wide open to the crowd, displaying her virginity. “We wills start the bidding at four aureii.”
A young officer raised his hand down in front. “Four aureii to you sir.” Another hand went up near the back. “Five aureii for the man in the back, six for the man in the center there.”
The bidding stopped momentarily. “No more takers? Going once… going twice…”
“Ten aureii,” came a voice from the top of the main building. Aurelius of Phoenix stood there in full armor.
No more bids were issued. “Sold, to the Centurion Aurelius of Phoenix.” Vergilius turned to his newly-sold slave. “Run along now. I’m sure that he has big plans for you.” With a smack to the rear from her old master, the girl ascended the steps to meet her new master.
Vergilius dispersed the crowd, and made his way to his own quarters. He’d been offered the storage shack as a place to break in the last slave.
She sat bound on the floor. Her gag had been removed, as she was slowly getting the picture that more snide remarks meant more beatings. Her ass cheeks were still a brighter red than her hair from the spanking she’d been given before the auction.
Yes, Master (4/4)
(Anonymous) 2011-11-25 06:44 am (UTC)(link)He approached her still form. “You know, I’m getting quite tired of trying to break you myself. Tonight, I’ll let my boys all have a go at you, and we’ll see how amiable you feel come morning.”
* * * * *
Evelyn O’Hara hadn’t been too lucky lately. Her wages had been feeding Primm’s casino for weeks, but then it all took a turn for the sinister when the Legion attacked the little town. Naturally, being possessed of her mother’s temper, Evelyn had made quick enemies with her captors, which led to the first rape. Since then, she’d been abused horribly.
Every day when she refused the leader of the group that got her, she’d be spanked, then raped again. She’d almost become accustomed to the salty taste of semen. After two months of her torture, she’d been given an ultimatum.
“Tonight, I’ll let my boys all have a go at you, and we’ll see how amiable you feel come morning.
That night, he made good on his threat. The decanus had roughly dragged Evelyn to the campfire his contubernia was centered around, and told his men to do as they pleased.
Uniforms were quickly discarded as grimy fingers ran across every inch of her body, pinching and pulling, squeezing and grasping.
“Vergilius says we just can’t finish up inside her cunt,” one of them said. “Let’s have a night to remember, boys.”
Evelyn struggled weakly against her bonds, but it wasn’t any use. One man pulled her down on top of him, facing her away, and probing the one place she’d not yet been violated. “No, not there, not-“
She was cut off when another Legionary shoved his cock into her mouth. A third joined in, fucking her pussy. Evelyn squirmed to try to avoid it, but the man below her managed to lift her up, and brought her down slowly onto his length.
Oh my God, oh my God, there’s no way it’s going to fit! she thought as the man’s cock slid slowly into her bowels. The three found a rhythm, each thrusting in turn. Every time the behind her thrust into her ass, she felt another fiery lance of pain.
The one in her mouth finished first, depositing his load in her mouth. He gave her the usual treatment, but being accustomed to it now, she swallowed after a bit. “Good girl,” he said, giving her a slap with his half-erect cock.
Another was about to take his place, but the man fucking her ass stopped him. “I’m almost done, and I want to see what that bitch’s face looks like when it’s covered in spunk.” Just by the way he talked, Evelyn could tell the man was a first-generation introduction from a raider tribe. He pulled out of her ass, leaving it feeling empty, before stroking himself a few times and spilling his cum on her face. Trickles of it dripped down to her chin. “Now suck me dry,” he ordered, waving his cock in front of her mouth.
Evelyn shook her head. “That wasn’t a question,” he said, pinching her nose. “Open wide.” Unwillingly, she opened her mouth to admit him. His still-stiff member only needed a little sucking to coax a smaller orgasm from him. He gave her an affectionate squeeze. “There’s a good girl. Swallow all of it.”
* * * * *
The next morning, Evelyn had been returned to her usual place in the storage shack, but considerably worse for wear. Her ass was still sore from its first penetrations, and the cheeks were still red from the multiple spankings she’d received. Semen still sat on her face and breasts. She felt used.
Vergilius entered the shack and looked down at her. “How the mighty has fallen,” he said. She felt his boot nudge her side. “You look tired,” he commented. “Are you feeling a little less adamant now?”
“Yes, master.”
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(Anonymous) 2011-11-25 06:30 pm (UTC)(link)Re: Yes, Master (4/4)
(Anonymous) 2011-11-26 03:02 am (UTC)(link)