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Mojave Hunts (26/?)
Date: 2012-06-20 08:56 am (UTC)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.
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.”
Mojave Hunts (28/?)
Date: 2012-06-20 08:58 am (UTC)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.
Re: Mojave Hunts (28/?)
Date: 2012-06-20 09:07 am (UTC)I asked for depraved violence, and I got it multi-fold!
All my fucking internets!
Re: Mojave Hunts (28/?)
Date: 2012-06-20 05:50 pm (UTC)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.
Re: Mojave Hunts (28/?)
Date: 2012-06-21 05:29 am (UTC)Re: Mojave Hunts (28/?)
Date: 2012-06-25 06:50 am (UTC)Re: Mojave Hunts (29/?)
Date: 2016-05-15 11:34 pm (UTC)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.
Re: Mojave Hunts (29/?)
Date: 2016-05-16 12:26 am (UTC)Re: Mojave Hunts (29/?)
Date: 2016-05-26 05:54 am (UTC)