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Mojave Hunts (12/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-20 07:40 am (UTC)(link)Then the light went out of Cass’s eyes and she became just another used up toy. Caroline slowly unsheathed her knife from the dead woman’s head. She wiped some of the blood off on Cass’s disheveled hair then scooted down so she could reach her unmoving tits. The knife moved easily and in a moment, Caroline had two more nipples to add to her collection.
Slipping back into her leather armor, Caroline gave a final look to the grizzly scene. Cass lying sprawled on her cot, various organs strewn about her. She spotted the dead woman’s womb lying in a bloody pile on the floor. Lifting her foot, she stomped down on it, relishing the sound of the squishing flesh under her boot. She pulled her hair back into a bun and slipped the hat she’d looted from the dead ranger bitch onto her head, tipping it to Cass’s messy remains.
“You weren’t bad for a drunk lay,” she told the corpse. “But you made a better meat puppet than you did a lover.” She turned and left the cramped bunk, making sure to pull the door shut behind her. She didn’t want anyone finding the body until she was a good ways away from the outpost. She doubted anyone would really miss the alcoholic water merchant. The sniper bitch, on the other hand, might raise an alarm.
As Caroline made her way to the road leading out of the Ranger outpost, she didn’t hear any alarmed voices or see any extra guards. She glanced to the rooftop where she’d left Ghost’s body. No sign of activity there. Maybe the bitch hadn’t had any friends in the outpost. She’d seemed the loner type. Under different circumstances, maybe we would’ve had some fun hunting together, Caroline thought then shrugged the notion aside. She didn’t play well with others. Not long term, anyway.
With the outpost behind her, the young killer focused her attention forward. She was sure there were plenty more toys to play with in the Mojave.
Mojave Hunts (13/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-20 08:26 am (UTC)(link)Veronica cringed as she hurried through the twists and turns of the cave, putting as much distance between herself and the psychopath she’d made the unfortunate mistake of pairing up with. She cradled what remained of her right arm, tugging the torn strip of her robe tighter around the ragged stump that ended just below her elbow. The power glove she wore over her right forearm was gone, left lying on the rocky ground at the entrance to the cave.
The psycho bitch had hacked it off with that big ass axe she liked so much. Veronica cursed herself for allowing herself to be caught off guard. She’d managed to escape, scrambling into the cave. She’d quickly regretted that. She didn’t know whether or not there was another exit to the cave. Worse, she didn’t know what other dangers lurked within. Psycho bitch on a kill crazy rampage was bad enough, but Veronica didn’t want to stumble into a den of nightstalkers or – worse – a Deathclaw. The Mojave was dangerous enough as it was, but with no weapon and missing the majority of an arm, Veronica liked her odds even less.
At least the bleeding is slowing down, she thought. She felt lightheaded and the agony of the wound was still very fresh, but she didn’t think she was in danger of passing out. Adrenaline and a Brotherhood mental technique for dealing with pain had her more or less alert. So that was something. Pausing for a moment, Veronica leaned against the stone wall to catch her breath and try to think of a way out of her situation.
It wasn’t easy. She was still having a hard time believing that she’d judged the woman she’d been traveling with so wrong. Veronica had been keeping an eye on Caroline for a while, tracing her movements and noting her actions. The young woman seemed nice enough. Tough, able to handle herself in a bad situation, nothing like the sadistic nut job she’d revealed herself to be.
Nice one, Veronica, she thought to herself. I thought you were smarter than this?
The fact that Caroline had concealed her true intentions so flawlessly terrified Veronica. She’d met a slew of people during her time roaming the Mojave. Some nice, most not so nice. But she’d always been able to read people with a good deal of accuracy.
Not this time.
So far, the cave seemed thankfully empty. Veronica decided to delve deeper and see if she could double back to the entrance. If she could get around Caroline, there was a chance she could block the entrance from the outside and leave the crazy bitch to rot. Normally, Veronica wouldn’t have considered abandoning someone to starvation, but Caroline was far too dangerous to take any chances. Pushing herself away from the wall, Veronica headed deeper into the cave.
Her eyes shot wide as she felt the unmistakable pressure and sudden snap of a tripwire. “Shit,” she muttered, launching herself back the way she’d come. A shotgun blast sprayed pellets into the wall beside the tripwire. If she hadn’t jumped out of the way, the blast would have taken her out at the knees.
I didn’t stumble into this cave by chance, she thought with chilling fear. She planned this. She set me up.
Mojave Hunts (14/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-20 08:27 am (UTC)(link)Veronica carried the shotgun awkwardly in her left hand. She spotted the ominous glowing red dots of active frag mines in the narrow path ahead. Setting the shotgun aside, she crouched low and slowly worked her way towards the mines. Sucking in a deep breath, Veronica went about disarming the mines. Her heart thudded in her chest. Having only one hand made the job even more difficult. Each time the mines beeped out their proximity warning, Veronica was certain she’d take a blast to the face. She let out a ragged sigh of relief as she deactivated the last mine and wiped the thick beads of sweat from her brow.
Rising to her feet, Veronica turned back to grab her shotgun. She let out a startled scream as she spotted Caroline standing beside the weapon, waiting for her.
“Why’d you run off like that?” Caroline asked with a wide grin. She held the axe, wet blood still dripping from the blade. “I thought we were friends.”
Veronica’s eyes shifted from Caroline to the beat up shotgun lying on the ground beside her. “Friends don’t chop each other’s arms off,” she shot back. She could make a dash for it, but she doubted she’d be able to snatch up the weapon, aim, and fire before Caroline brought her axe down into her. Veronica gasped as she realized she had another option.
Caroline laughed. “Well, maybe not where you come from…”
Reaching down, Veronica scooped one of the mines up, thumbed the activation switch, and hurled it in Caroline’s direction. Veronica caught the look of surprise on Caroline’s face then ducked aside and dove for cover. A moment later, the mine went off. The cave shook, some debris rumbling free from the ceiling. Dammit, there better not be a cave in, Veronica thought as a few shards of rock trickled over her body. That’s the last thing I need right now.
Mojave Hunts (15/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-20 08:29 am (UTC)(link)Veronica stumbled back and dropped down to her ass, wheezing and clutching her bruised abs. She rolled onto her side and puked. Even in the heavily shadowed cave, she noticed the blood mixed with her bile. I’ve gotta get out of here, she told herself firmly. She didn’t know if Caroline was dead or not, but if she was lucky, she could make it past the crazy bitch and get back to the surface. She reached out blindly for the cave wall to help get back to her feet. Her hand came down on another pressure plate, triggering the bear trap. Sharp teeth snapped shut across her forearm, puncturing flesh and fracturing bone.
Veronica howled in agony, turning to look at her remaining arm. “No!” she shrieked. “Goddammit, no!” She instinctively pulled at her arm but only dug the rusted teeth deeper into her flesh. A fresh scream tore from her lungs followed by loud sobs.
“Aww, that’s so sad.”
Veronica’s head turned towards the voice. “No!” she screamed again, shaking her head as Caroline sauntered towards her. Dust covered her body and there was a bloody scrape across her temple, but aside from that, she looked fine.
Caroline stopped beside Veronica’s sobbing, shrieking form, grinning down at her. “You went and got yourself stuck. Don’t worry. I’ll get you free.” She shrugged. “After all, that’s what friends are for, right?” She hefted the axe, lifting it high over her head before swinging it down. Veronica’s screams rose in pitch as the axe’s blade cleaved through her left shoulder, severing her arm.
The sudden pain and terror of her situation proved too much for the young scribe. Her eyelids fluttered shut and she fell silent as she passed out.
***
Mojave Hunts (16/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-20 08:30 am (UTC)(link)When it glowed an angry red, Caroline brought the steaming metal to each of Veronica’s bloody stumps. Veronica briefly came to, sitting upright and howling like a dying beast, before passing out again and dropping back to the ground. Caroline chuckled at the reaction and set her axe aside, letting it cool down.
Slipping her knife free of its sheath, Caroline slowly cut away Veronica’s robes. She tossed the tatters of fabric into the fire pit, watching it burn down to ash. Once Veronica was nude, Caroline took a few moments to admire her latest toy. She was pleasantly surprised to see that she and Veronica shared similar physical attributes. The loose-fitting robes had hidden the girl’s surprisingly defined muscle tone. She was no weakling.
If I’d gotten her that stupid dress she kept going on about, I’d have gotten to admire her body sooner, Caroline thought with a cruel smirk as she flicked at one of her small pink nipples. The flesh tightened instinctively from the attention. “The things I’m gonna do to you,” she said with a grin. Taking advantage of Veronica’s unconscious state, Caroline stripped out of her own clothes and went back to free Veronica’s severed arm from the bear trap.
Dropping down between Veronica’s splayed thighs, Caroline brought the woman’s severed arm up. She sucked her limp fingers into her mouth, running her tongue along the digits. She giggled as they moved easily from her tongue’s prods, the muscles completely relaxed. They’d remain that way for a few hours until rigor mortis set in. That’s assuming I haven’t gobbled all the flesh of them by then, Caroline thought, popping Veronica’s lifeless, glistening fingers free of her mouth.
Taking the scribe’s limp hand in her own, Caroline brought it to Veronica’s crotch. She worked the slack fingers across the soft folds of Veronica’s cunt before forcing two of them inside her. Lying sprawled on the ground, Veronica let out a muffled groan, unconsciously responding to the macabre fingering. Caroline pushed Veronica’s dead fingers deeper into her moistening slit, grabbing the severed arm by the shoulder stump and twisting it to rotate the fingers inside Veronica’s pussy.
Pushing the severed arm’s thumb down against the stiff bud of Veronica’s clit, Caroline forced the cooling flesh to massage the unconscious woman to the point of climax. Caroline felt a blend of perverse glee and deep arousal at the thought of getting Veronica off with her own hacked off limb. Veronica let out an awkward grunt. Her legs jerked and a fresh gush of juices flowed from her pussy. The scribe’s eyes slowly opened, drawn back to the land of the living, much to her dismay.
Mojave Hunts (17/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-20 08:31 am (UTC)(link)“Hey there, sleepy head,” Caroline said cheerily. She yanked Veronica’s arm back, letting her limp fingers slip free of her slick hole. Veronica’s pussy twitched with unwanted post-orgasmic joy. Lifting the arm up, Caroline sucked the juices from Veronica’s fingers. She let out a soft moan of satisfaction as she savored the taste.
Unclothed, unarmed – literally, and still filled with shame at her body’s betrayal, Veronica somehow found a way to push it all aside and take advantage of Caroline’s distraction. Bringing both legs up to her chest, Veronica kicked out. Caroline released a surprised yell as Veronica’s bare feet connected solidly with her chest and sent her sprawling onto her back.
Adrenaline rushing through her, Veronica rolled over onto her knees and pushed herself up. She didn’t know how she managed to get to her feet without any arms to balance herself and she didn’t care. Spinning around, she ran to Caroline, who’d managed to roll onto her side. “Crazy, fucking bitch!” she screamed, trying to kick in Caroline’s head.
Bringing her arms up to cover her face, Caroline let out a surprised laugh. She hadn’t expected such fight out of Veronica, especially with her arms chopped off. I like this bitch, she thought, trying to snag one of Veronica’s feet to yank her off balance. Veronica avoided her clutching hand and took advantage of the gap in Caroline’s defenses. The sadist’s head snapped back as Veronica’s foot connected solidly with her nose. Blood squirted from her nostrils as the bone crunched sideways.
Momentarily stunned, Caroline rolled onto her back. Lifting her foot, Veronica stomped down onto Caroline’s stomach. Caroline coughed out a spray of blood. A wild grin formed on Veronica’s face as she saw the fight leaning in her favor. “I’ll teach you to fuck with the Brotherhood,” she snarled, wild rage in her bulging eyes. She kept kicking, bruising her foot against Caroline’s side but managing to crack a few of the woman’s ribs.
Caroline was no longer amused by Veronica’s feistiness. She reached out for a weapon. Her knife or her axe or a big rock to bash in the cunt’s face. Instead, her hand fell across something cool and fleshy. Caroline couldn’t help smirking as she gripped Veronica’s severed arm. Rising into a sitting position, she swung the limb. The back of Veronica’s hand struck the scribe across the face, sending her stumbling to the side. With no arms to balance herself, Veronica dropped down to her knees.
Caroline sprang to her feet and charged Veronica, letting out a bellow of rage as she swung the severed arm again. The second blow split Veronica’s lip and knocked her to her back. Caroline continued to scream, beating at Veronica’s face with the woman’s own severed arm. By the time she finished, Veronica’s face was bloody and bruised. One eye was stained a blood red.
Mojave Hunts (18/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-20 08:34 am (UTC)(link)Veronica was drawn out of her stupor as Caroline slammed the axe through her left thigh. The sizzling blade cauterized as it cut. Veronica’s eyes shot wide. Her screams echoed off the cave’s walls. Wasting no time, Caroline hacked through Veronica’s remaining leg. The scribe bucked on the ground, thrashing her head from side to side. A strong blast of hot piss squirted from her crotch as the pain overrode any self-control she had left.
Dropping the axe, Caroline collected Veronica’s legs and chucked them into the fire pit. After the beating, she didn’t even feel like eating the flesh. She just wanted Veronica to die with the knowledge of how thoroughly destroyed her body was.
Grabbing her knife, Caroline returned to Veronica. Her screams had faded into weaker grunts. Her wide eyes locked onto Caroline as soon as she came within her line of sight. Caroline gave her a bloody grin. “Almost had me, you tough little cunt,” she growled, holding up her knife. “But almost doesn’t count, does it?”
She dropped down onto Veronica’s chest. “It’s a shame, really,” Caroline lamented. “You were almost the full package. Cute as a button, able to handle yourself in a fight, smart.” She let out a laugh. “Hell, I’d call you brilliant except I’m here. But still, you’ve got a brain in that pretty head of yours.” She looked over Veronica’s battered face. “Well, your head used to be pretty anyway. Not a big deal. Looks fade. At least, that’s what they tell me. Yours haven’t faded. They’ve just been beaten the fuck right off of you.”
Caroline wiped at the blood running from her nose. “Like I said, it’s a shame. I’ve got to give respect to any dyke tough enough to find her way in the wastes. I’m not ashamed to admit that there were moments – not many, but a few – when I was luring you in that I thought we might be able to make a proper go at a partnership. I’ve tried it before but it usually doesn’t last very long. A few days. Once, I made it almost a month. But relationships are just so fucking boring.”
She leaned in close to Veronica’s face, making sure she was still aware enough to be listening. She was. “Maybe if you weren’t so hung up on that long lost true love of yours, you’d have lived longer.” Caroline shrugged. “Maybe not. It’s hard to tell with me. Besides, I’m sure you’d have gotten all preachy the first time you saw me disembowel a merchant. No, it’s probably better this way.”
Caroline gave Veronica a sad smile. “Still, I’d have liked to feel your tongue on my pussy. I’d try now, but you’d probably do something stupid like try to bite me.” Her eyes lit up with sadistic inspiration. “Although, there might be a way around that.”
Mojave Hunts (19/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-20 08:35 am (UTC)(link)Yanking Veronica’s tongue out of her mouth, Caroline sat back and looked at the bloody piece of muscle happily. Veronica turned her head and coughed out the blood running down her throat. Caroline leaned back and brought Veronica’s severed tongue down to her crotch. She rubbed it against her pussy lips, moaning softly. She rocked her hips forward against her hand and Veronica’s tongue. The pain of her beating faded as the sexual stimulation drew her to orgasm.
Caroline went rigid on top of Veronica’s limbless body, crying out as her cunt juice gushed over the scribe’s severed tongue. “Can you taste me?” Caroline asked Veronica with a cruel laugh. As she came down, she pulled the tongue away from her crotch and popped it into her mouth. She chewed on the tough flesh, enjoying the blend of blood and her own pussy. Swallowing Veronica’s tongue, Caroline looked down at her plaything.
Veronica lay on the ground, letting out stuttering sobs. Caroline had stolen so much from her, but she wasn’t finished yet. She pried Veronica’s bloodstained eye open and used her knife to pluck the orb free. Veronica let out choked screams as Caroline sliced her eyes out, leaving her blind and – for all practical purposes – mute.
Rolling off of what was left of Veronica, Caroline popped the woman’s eyes into her mouth and chewed them up. Veronica was still alive, for the time being. Who knew how much longer she had? Caroline needed to work fast if she wanted to finish her work before Veronica expired.
***
Mojave Hunts (20/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-20 08:37 am (UTC)(link)Veronica groaned out a low, helpless sound which abruptly cut short as blood trickled from the stump of her tongue and down her throat. She hacked and sprayed blood over her chin then began to whimper softly.
She didn’t know why Caroline had brought her back outside. The psychopath hadn’t clued her in on the motives. She suspected that whatever Caroline planned to do to her next, it wouldn’t be pleasant. If she was very lucky, she’d at least die fast.
Veronica wasn’t putting much faith in her luck at the moment.
Caroline grinned down at Veronica, even though the blind torso-woman couldn’t see it. She’d redressed in her reinforced leather armor and packed up her gear, leaving behind the traps Veronica hadn’t set off for anyone who decided to check out the cave. She doubted there’d be many people willing to do so once she finished with Veronica.
Crouching down, Caroline took up the long wooden shaft lying beside Veronica. It was about as thick as the base of a Nuka-Cola bottle and one end had been tapered down to a sharp point. I wonder if she’s a virgin, Caroline thought as she brought the tip of the pole to Veronica’s crotch. She slowly pushed the pole into Veronica.
The tortured scribe found the strength to start screaming again as her cunt stretched to take the hard, wooden shaft. Caroline found some resistance and gave a hard shove. She was rewarded with an even louder shriek from Veronica. She chuckled. Looks like she was. She flexed her muscles as she forced the shaft deeper into Veronica’s body. It didn’t take long for the tip to jab against the top of her vagina. With a hard shove, Caroline sent the pole several agonizing inches into Veronica’s guts.
Guiding it as best she could through what remained of the scribe’s body, Caroline grinned widely as she heard Veronica’s screams choked off. She gave another hard shove to the end of the pole and let out a triumphant laugh as the bloody tip pushed past Veronica’s lips. “Hole in one,” she chuckled. She fastened a T-bar to the pole just under the bottom of Veronica’s body to keep her from sliding down the rest of the length then lifted her into a vertical position and fit the base of the pole into a slot she’d made between several heavy boulders.
Mojave Hunts (21/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-20 08:38 am (UTC)(link)Veronica could only respond with a weak gurgle.
“Oh,” Caroline gasped and smiled. “Thanks for reminding me.” She unsheathed her knife and stepped closer to Veronica. She reached up, pinching down on her right nipple and pulling it forward. She sliced through the flap of skin easily enough, gaining a livelier gurgle from Veronica. She did the same to the scribe’s left nipple, slipping them both into her pocket to join her growing collection.
“You haven’t died yet,” Caroline commented. “So chances are I didn’t knick anything vital when I impaled you. You’re mounted high enough off the ground that most of the desert critters shouldn’t be able to reach you. We’re not too far off the trade routes, so it’s possible someone might find you. Maybe they’ll even be nice enough to try and save you. Not that there’s much to salvage. If they’re really nice, they’ll pop a round in your head and bury you after a little bit of necro-molestation.” Caroline smirked. “Don’t think there are too many people that nice in the world. No, I imagine if someone does find you, they’ll take you down, sodomize the fuck out of you, cook you, and eat you.” She giggled. “At least, that’s what I’ll be imagining when I finger bang myself to sleep at night.”
Caroline offered the scribe a wave, even though there was no way for Veronica to see it. “It’s been fun. You came close to beating me. Closer than anyone else ever has. I’m leaving you here, alive, like this, as a sign of respect. The bruises and busted ribs you gave me will heal, but the memory of what we did here today, that’ll stick around. And so will your body. A reminder to this world of what a thrilling victim you were. Of course, the only ones who’ll really know that are me and you, but maybe that’s enough. So long, Veronica.”
Turning, Caroline left the cave entrance, leaving the mewling, limbless, blinded slab of meat that had been Veronica Santangelo in her wake.
Mojave Hunts (22/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-20 08:49 am (UTC)(link)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 (23/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-20 08:50 am (UTC)(link)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.
***
Mojave Hunts (24/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-20 08:51 am (UTC)(link)She gave testing tugs at each of her limbs. The barbed wire was secure. It didn’t waver from her tugs, but the rusted barbs dug deeper into her skin, drawing blood. Looking around, she couldn’t see Ten of Spades anywhere. She didn’t know if he was alive or dead, but she vowed it would be the last time she went out on patrol with a rookie. Her crotch still ached from the rough pounding Cook-Cook had given her. The thought of the violation brought a new kind of pain rushing through her. She pushed it away. She could deal with that trauma later. For now, she needed to find a way to get free before any more fatal traumas were delivered to her.
Hearing the Ranger’s soft groan, Caroline knew the woman was finally awake. She pulled her face away from Violet’s glistening cunt, licking the Fiend’s juices from her lips. “Our plaything’s come around,” she said. “Why don’t we have a bit of fun with her?”
Violet let out a squeal of delight and rolled away from Caroline, getting to her feet. Caroline followed after her, heading to where they had their toy strung up. Approaching the bound Ranger, Caroline’s eyes moved over her exposed body. She had some muscles on her, that was certain. That, paired with the shaved head, gave the woman a definite butch look. Not that Caroline minded.
Betsy glared at the two women as they approached. They were both just as nude as she was, with the exception of boots. The one in front with the dark skin smeared with dirt and dried blood she recognized as Violet, the crazy Fiend bitch who commanded a pack of feral dogs. The second woman she didn’t recognize. Muscular with dirty blonde hair and a cold, dead look in her eyes. She recognized the face of a more reserved sociopath, mostly because she’d seen the same look staring back at her from a mirror.
Violet was dangerous, there was no doubting that. But the mystery woman was a bigger threat.
“Where’s Ten of Spades?” she asked, risking further punctures from the barbed wire trying to loosen it.
“The scrawny thing you had on patrol with you?” Violet replied with a nasty grin. “Last I saw, Cook-Cook was frying him up something good. If I rush out, I’m sure I could bring you back a nice, crispy piece of him. If you’re feeling hungry, that is.”
“Fuck off, you sick piece of shit,” Betsy growled, spitting a wad of saliva at Violet which fell a few feet short.
“She’s a fighter,” Violet said to her companion. “I love the fighters.”
Mojave Hunts (25/?)
(Anonymous) 2012-06-20 08:53 am (UTC)(link)Violet moved behind Betsy before crouching down. She placed her hands on the bound woman’s toned buttocks, rubbing the firm flesh before pulling her cheeks apart. She giggled at the sight of Betsy’s tiny little asshole. Moving her face up against the bound woman’s ass, she extended her tongue to flick against the tight ring of muscle.
While Violet ate out Betsy’s ass, Caroline focused her attention on the woman’s pussy. She pushed Betsy’s lips apart, finding the tiny bud of her clitoris. She sucked the sensitive piece of skin into her mouth and flicked her tongue across it. Betsy did her best to pull away, but with the barbed wire binding her limbs and a woman on either side of her, it was impossible to get away from the pleasure each of their mouths caused.
This new rape was something far worse than the violation Betsy had felt at having Cook-Cook’s cock buried inside of her. There hadn’t been any pleasure the first time, just sickening disgust at having the foul smelling Fiend pumping away on top of her. But with Betsy’s preference towards women, she couldn’t deny the level of base attraction she felt. Maybe not towards Violet. That sick cunt smelled almost as bad as Cook-Cook. But the Mystery Woman certainly held an appeal. And the way her tongue was probing the folds of her pussy told Betsy that she had experience.
Why are the hot ones always fucking crazy? Betsy thought with rage boiling inside her. She tried to push the attraction away, but it clung shamefully to her. Her cunt grew wet with arousal as Caroline lapped at her. She wiggled her middle finger into Betsy’s warm, clenching slit, amazed at the tightness. She pulled her slurping lips away from the bound woman’s mound and grinned. “If Cook-Cook wasn’t the first cock she had in her, he was damn close,” she told Violet. “She’s tighter than a mole rat’s asshole.” She looked up into Betsy’s flushed face. “Prefer the company of ladies, huh?”
“Fuck you,” Betsy growled at the Mystery Woman, although she was finding it difficult to refrain from moaning at her expert touches.
“Sounds like a plan to me,” Caroline said with a giggle, forcing a second finger into Betsy’s snatch. She pumped her hand against the bound Ranger while leaning forward to keep sucking at her clit. On the other side of Betsy, Violet placed her lips firmly around her captive’s asshole and sucked on it as she wiggled her tongue against the tight orifice. The sucking sensation sent a surprising wave of pleasure through Betsy. She let out a ragged groan and hated herself for it.
Trapped between the two women, Corporal Betsy was driven to rising heights of ecstasy. She tried to fight it off, tried to focus on her anger at having been raped – not once, but twice now – but no amount of rage could stave off the pleasure rushing through her. It came to a spiking climax, eliciting a sharp cry of release from her throat as her hot cunt juices gushed out of her and down Caroline’s wrist.
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(Anonymous) 2012-06-20 08:56 am (UTC)(link)Violet crawled back around Betsy, moving beside Caroline to share a sloppy kiss with her companion. Betsy’s eyes opened and her face scrunched up in a look of disgust at the graphic display of affection shared between her two tormentors. Still, she found it hard to look away as the Mystery Woman’s fingers pinched at Violet’s dark chocolate nipples before dropping down to stroke through her thick patch of wiry pubic hair.
Violet moaned softly as Caroline’s fingers teased her cunt. “The dogs are hungry,” she groaned. “I’m sure they’ll enjoy a meal of fresh, bloody, female flesh.”
Caroline smiled. “I’m sure you’re right.” Her hand moved from Violet’s crotch to the trusty knife sheathed in her boot. Pulling the blade free, she gripped the handle firmly, ready to draw some blood. With a swift upward motion, Caroline slid the sharp blade of her knife into the folds of Violet’s cunt. The Fiend shrieked with pain and shock as the knife cut into her. Her eyes bulged wide, staring at Caroline with horror as her fellow psychopath twisted the knife and stabbed into her a half dozen more times. Violet’s crotch became a bloody mess of sliced up meat. Forcing herself over Violet, Caroline brought her knife to the sobbing woman’s chest. Two quick slices cut away Violet’s dark brown nipples and Caroline set them aside to add to her collection later.
Rising to her feet, Caroline gripped Violet by the back of her neck. She dragged the sobbing woman towards the edge of the raised platform they were on. Down below, Violet’s pack of dogs barked incessantly. With the scent of fresh blood in the air, their loyalty was forgotten. “Caroline, why?” Violet blubbered, tears running down her dirty cheeks.
Caroline didn’t bother replying. She planted a booted foot against Violet’s back and kicked out, shoving the Fiend from the top of the platform. Violet screamed as she fell, landing hard on her back. The air rushed out of her as she hit the ground, stealing her scream for a few moments. The pack of canines rushed towards their fallen master. Violet’s screams started up again as the dogs tore into her already tattered cunt. She threw her head back and howled out her agony as she beat her clenched fists against the wild beasts tearing into her.
Watching from her perch above, Caroline let out a purr of arousal. She slid a hand down to her crotch, rubbing at her wet slit as Violet was torn to bloody shreds by her beloved dogs. One of the canines managed to tear one of Violet’s kicking legs away from the rest of her body. The beast pulled the limb away and lay down to chew the meat from it. With plenty of Violet left to eat, the rest of its pack took little notice. The black woman’s belly ripped open, spilling her steaming guts into the hungry maws of four voracious canines.
Violet’s screams became a stuttering, wet cough as blood sprayed from her lips. The dogs continued their feast, shredding through her tits and gnawing away her clutching fingers. Finally, one of the hulking beasts clamped its slobbering teeth around Violet’s throat and tore it away in a wave of spraying hot crimson. Violet’s bulging eyes rolled back into her head and after a few more shudders, she finally died. The dogs took little notice of their master’s demise, continuing to feed.
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(Anonymous) 2012-06-20 08:57 am (UTC)(link)“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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(Anonymous) 2012-06-20 08:58 am (UTC)(link)When Caroline finally decided she’d eaten all the best bits of Betsy, the NCR Ranger was nearly comatose. Her eyes stared blankly, mouth gaping, drool running down her chin. Her stomach yawned open, the majority of her less vital internal organs removed, cooked, and eaten by Caroline. Her legs and arms were mostly blood-stained bone. Caroline slapped at her face, trying to gain her attention. Betsy blinked slowly and focused her vision on Caroline. Her face constricted into a look of pure agony as her consciousness came around. She let out a pathetic wail, as if she’d forgotten what had happened to her, only to have each brutal act crash over her all at once.
The wail ended and Betsy stared at Caroline, tears running down her cheeks. “I’m just about through with you,” Caroline told her. “There’s just one piece of you left I want to taste.” She hooked her hand up into the woman’s gaping stomach cavity. Her fingers found Betsy’s weakly beating heart, closing around the powerful muscle. She squeezed the organ, gripping it firmly as she slid her knife inside the woman’s mostly hollow body. Carefully, she cut through the thick veins feeding in and out of Betsy’s heart before yanking the spurting organ free.
Caroline held up Betsy’s heart so that the nearly dead woman could see it. Betsy’s mouth opened and closed silently, trying to form words or a final death scream or something. Her eyes stared in horror at her heart as it spurt the last of her blood over Caroline’s gripping hand. Then her eyelids drooped and her head fell forward as a last retching breath of air passed her pale lips. Caroline giggled and turned away to cook up Corporal Betsy’s heart. When she was finished with the meal, she’d take care of the dog pack still lingering at the base of the raised platform. Even after devouring Violet, the beasts refused to leave their master’s side, even if all that remained of her were a few gnawed bones.
They’ll make good target practice, Caroline thought as she dumped Betsy’s heart into the frying pan. She held the pan over the low flames of the fire pit, rotating the organ so it cooked evenly. Her mouth watered as the scent of the cooking muscle filled her nostrils.
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(Anonymous) 2012-06-20 09:07 am (UTC)(link)I asked for depraved violence, and I got it multi-fold!
All my fucking internets!
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(Anonymous) 2012-06-20 05:50 pm (UTC)(link)Will there be some Vulpes as well?I hope Caroline isn't going to eat him as well,cuz it could be a lovely(crazy) partnership.
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(Anonymous) 2016-05-15 11:34 pm (UTC)(link)Caroline realized she was passing by the 188 again, and sighed. As delicious as that Michelle bitch looked, it wasn't a good idea to find toys in the same place more than once. Maybe no one would miss Veronica, but everyone here had seen her leave with her. People started to get suspicious. That was why she'd taken the courier job in the first place - they naturally roamed from place to place, and no one paid any attention to them most of the time.
She hadn't noticed there were people underneath the overpass the last time she was here. Vaguely curious, she headed over. Anything for some entertainment. There were some boring-looking men, but there was also something more unusual: a boy wearing a weird headset, with a bunch of junk piled behind him in this makeshift camp. She headed over. Maybe she could steal his stuff and make him cry.
As she approached, he took off his headset. He suddenly screamed. "Devourer, ravager, beast!" he managed to get out in between screams, clutching his head with one hand and pointing at her with the other. "The poison blinds...!"
Shit. Jennifer turned and ran, noticing the men under the bridge turning to look at her. Someone shouted at her to stop. She didn't, scrambling over the dunes to the south. The sound of the sand and the shouting behind her drowned out a new, strange noise, a sort of periodic mechanical whirring, getting increasingly loud.
She finally stopped, past the fire ants, fairly sure they wouldn't try to follow her through them. Catching her breath, she heard the whirring for the first time, rapidly getting louder. Scanning, she quickly spotted something approaching, fast, from the southeast. What the fuck?
It was human, at least some of it. The legs and arms looked like metal; one eye was covered by a patch, with a dull red glow coming from the other socket. Then Jennifer recognized the face, and scrabbled for her gun.
If Jennifer had known to sidestep, Veronica would probably have stumbled and fallen; the mechanical legs were great for speed but turned badly. But she didn't, and stood her ground, firing two shots that glanced harmlessly off one of the legs and a chest plate. The front of one of Veronica's steel claws was the last thing Jennifer ever saw.
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