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Fallout - New Vegas: Mojave Hunts
Commissioned by Loorlgh
Chapter One: Nothing But Smiles
The gunshot wound in Caroline's forehead itched something terrible. It was still fresh, still healing. She could only remember brief flashes of what had gone on before getting shot in the head, but she figured she had plenty of time to sort out her lost memories later.
For now, she was itching to do something nasty.
Luckily for her, the small hick town she'd woken up in seemed chock full of the friendly naïve sort that were always fun to play with. The petite redhead with the dog who went by the ridiculous name Sunny Smiles, for instance, would make an excellent toy. The bitch seemed capable enough to handle the day to day troubles of Goodsprings – which seemed to amount to a few geckos and the occasional Powder Ganger – but she'd handed over a spare rifle and ammo far too willingly.
Although she knew her way around firearms well enough, Caroline didn't like them very much. They made things too easy, less personal, and – aside from the occasional exception – nowhere near messy enough for Caroline's tastes. Still, guns had their uses. She wasn't about to turn down a potential advantage.
Caroline played the part of an uncertain, woozy young woman well. She kept the charade going until Sunny, her dog, and she were a good ways from the small town. She fell behind a few steps, complaining that her head was throbbing. It wasn't exactly a lie. When Sunny and her four-legged companion were about ten feet ahead of her, she shouldered the battered rifle and took aim.
The rifle bucked as she fired and the dog's head became so much gory splatter. As the mutt crumpled to the ground in a twitching heap, her master spun towards the disturbance. Sadness, shock, and anger flowed over Sunny's face as she stared down at her dead dog. Her face turned towards Caroline and the sadistic courier spotted the tears in her eyes. Caroline's mouth watered, imagining how those tears would taste.
"Why?" Sunny gasped then her face hardened. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"
Caroline smirked. "Lots of things." She aimed the rifle at Sunny's ample chest, giving the woman second thoughts of trying to line up her own shot. "Do us both a favor and drop the rifle. It'd be a damn shame if I had to kill you quickly."
Sunny's eyes narrowed to dangerous slits but she complied. Her rifle clattered against the hard rocks. "Bitch," she muttered. "I was helping you."
"You still are," Caroline said. She lowered the rifle and squeezed the trigger. Sunny's scream cut across the Mojave as her left knee exploded. She collapsed down to a crouch, clutching at the wound. Slinging the rifle over her shoulder, Caroline approached the wounded woman. She planted a foot against Sunny's right shoulder and kicked out, forcing her onto her back with a pained groan.
Breathing heavily, Sunny stared up at her tormenter. The tears flowed freely now, from pain more than sadness. Caroline squatted and crawled over Sunny's body. She reached down to the woman's mangled knee and gave it a squeeze. Another scream tore from Sunny's throat and Caroline screamed right back into her face. The screams faded together, Sunny's transforming into a ragged sob while Caroline's became a sadistic giggle. She leaned in close, running her tongue along Sunny's cheek and tasting those exquisite tears.
"Time for some proper fun," Caroline said, giving Sunny a wink. She lifted her hand and licked some of the wounded woman's blood from her fingers. She tugged the zipper of Sunny's black leather top down, slowly revealing more of the woman's flesh. When the zipper was down, Caroline pushed the top open and exposed Sunny's breasts. Caroline admired the fleshy mounds, letting out a soft purr of appreciation.
Pushing aside the pain in her leg, Sunny grabbed for the psychotic bitch on top of her. Her hands clasped around Caroline's slender throat and squeezed. Caroline's eyes lit up. Not with fear or surprise but excitement. "Still got some fight in you?" she choked out. "That's good."
Caroline's hand reached out to the side, searching across the ground. She came across a large rock and picked it up, cracking it across Sunny's temple. The woman cried out, her hands releasing Caroline's throat. Blood trickled from a jagged gash just above her eyebrow down into her bright red hair. Her eyes rolled dizzily in her head as she tried to shake off the blow.
"Unfortunately for you," Caroline growled. "I'm not in the mood for fighting right now." She slammed the rock into Sunny's head a second time, a bit harder. Not hard enough to kill the woman, but more than enough to daze her. Caroline tossed the blood-specked rock over her shoulder then returned to her previous activities. Trailing her fingers over one of Sunny's round breasts, flicking against the tip of her pink nipple, she moved her hand lower to the crotch of the woman's leather pants.
In her disoriented state, Sunny was unable to keep herself from moaning as Caroline's hand rubbed her crotch. At first, she was just thankful for the distraction from the pain in her leg and her head. Then her fuzzy mind remembered exactly what was happening and who was doing it to her and she clamped her lips shut tightly. Caroline giggled. She stopped rubbing Sunny's crotch and reached for the woman's wide belt, unfastening it and pulling it open. The button and zipper on Sunny's leather pants were next and once Caroline had both open, she slid to the side of the woman and tugged at the pants.
Once Sunny's pants and panties were bunched at the tops of her boots, Caroline sat up and admired the wounded woman's nearly nude form, from her medium-sized tits, down her toned stomach, to the fiery patch of wild pubic hair just above the slit of her vagina. She considered what to do with her prey. Her options were limited. Aside from the two rifles, she only had her trusty knife. The knife would be fun. It would definitely be messy.
And Caroline loved messy.
But before things got messy, she had other urges she wanted to fulfill. Grabbing the zipper at the top of the Vault uniform the old doctor had given her, Caroline pulled it down to her crotch and slipped out of the garment. The hot Mojave sun beat down on her naked flesh but she didn't mind. Tossing the uniform aside, Caroline stretched before she got down to business.
Sunny Smiles lay helpless across the rocky ground in more pain than she'd ever experienced in her life. She stared up at her mysterious tormentor through blurry, tear-filled eyes. As Caroline stretched, Sunny was given a few long moments to take in the sight of the sadistic sociopath. She was more muscular than Sunny had thought. The baggy Vault dweller suit had hidden the subtle muscle tone of her body.
Letting out a satisfied sigh as she worked a kink out of her back with a relieving pop, Caroline looked down at her wounded toy. Through the fear and pain, Caroline could see a flicker of defiant rage in Sunny's eyes. She doubted she could trust the woman not to bite if she lowered her crotch over her face. Caroline sighed. Maybe things would have to get messy sooner rather than later.
Sliding the vicious knife free from the sheath on her Vault uniform, Caroline turned back to Sunny. "Time to live up to that stupid fucking name of yours," she said, crawling towards the prone woman.
"What are you – " Sunny began, but her words were cut off as Caroline grabbed her jaw firmly in one hand. She brought the tip of the knife to Sunny's lips, touching against them lightly. Sunny became very still, staring into Caroline's icy eyes with fear. With a quick flick of her wrist, Caroline sliced the knife from the edge of Sunny's lips across her cheek. The woman cried out as hot blood ran down her face and her cheek split apart, revealing bloody teeth below.
Gripping Sunny's jaw tighter to keep her from pulling away, Caroline gave her a second slash almost identical to the first on the opposite side of her face. Sunny's once ruggedly attractive face became a horrifyingly gruesome sight. Her mouth split brutally wide, the jagged, blood-oozing flesh of her extended lips stretching nearly to her ears. She was definitely smiling now. Even if Caroline left her alive and the wounds healed, she'd never be able to stop. With the skin and ligaments sliced through, Sunny's jaw hung open, impossibly wide. Her tongue waggled as she tried not to choke on her own blood.
"That'll keep you from being too bitey," Caroline commented with a smirk. She licked the blood from the knife's blade. She moved over the prone woman, straddling her bloody face. She leaned forward, moving her head between Sunny's splayed thighs. She caught a whiff of the musky scent of Sunny's cunt that made her mouth water.
Caroline lowered her hips and rubbed her exposed crotch against Sunny's face. The woman let out a choked whimper and tried to turn her head away but Caroline pushed her knees together to hold her plaything in place. She let out a soft moan as she pressed her wet slit to Sunny's lips, humping against her bloody mouth.
As her cunt grew wetter, Caroline purred out her arousal and buried her face between Sunny's legs. She lapped at her victim's snatch with practiced skill, running her tongue down the slit of her vagina a few times before sucking on the tiny bud of her clitoris. She couldn't help giggling as she felt Sunny's hot breath grow heavy against her pussy lips. Despite the pain, the hatred, and the fear consuming her, the wounded woman couldn't deny the pleasure Caroline was giving her.
Under the constant stimulation of Caroline's skillful teasing, Sunny's pussy grew wet. The woman groaned out her dismay. The groan transformed into a sharp squeal as she came, sending a gush of her juices from her slit which Caroline eagerly lapped up. With her victim brought to an unwanted orgasm, Caroline's own arousal spiked. She humped against Sunny's face hard, banging the back of the woman's head into the stony ground. She rubbed her stiff clit against Sunny's nose, crying out into the woman's soaked snatch as she achieved her own climax.
The coppery taste of her own blood blended with the tangy flavor of Caroline's juices as they gushed into Sunny's split mouth. She squeezed her eyes shut, utterly defeated and praying for everything to just end. She didn't care if she died. She just wanted the agony to be over.
Instead, it only escalated.
Sunny let out the howl of a mortally wounded beast as pain exploded from her crotch. She squirmed helplessly under the stronger woman's body, trying anything she could to get away from the slashing hurt running through her nether region. Sunny was on the verge of blacking out when she heard a wet tearing sound and her torturer climbed off of her.
Lying on the ground, utterly crippled from pain, it took Sunny several long moments to register that Caroline was speaking to her, trying to get her attention. She forced her eyes open, squinting into the blistering sun. As the image before her came into focus, Sunny emitted a chilling scream of horror. Caroline stood over her with Sunny's cunt held in front of her face. The tattered skin outlining her pilfered labia dripped trickles of blood as Caroline waggled her tongue through the center hole that had so recently led to the depths of her vagina.
Caroline laughed at the pitiful woman's reaction. She pulled Sunny's bloody cunt from her lips and turned it around. She eyed the small clit hungrily and brought the flap of skin back to her mouth. She sucked on it a little, wondering if the bitch could still feel any residual pleasure from the attention even with it no longer being attached to her body. Deciding she really didn't give a fuck either way, Caroline bit down on the tiny nub and tore it away. She chewed at the tough little bundle of nerves then swallowed it down.
With the small morsel consumed, Caroline looked down at her plaything. Her crotch was utterly destroyed, a dark pool of blood spreading out onto the rocks around her. Her face, similarly, wasn't nearly as pretty to look at as it once was. Sunny lay in a daze, too overwhelmed with the pain and horror of her situation to fully comprehend anything. Caroline sighed. She hated when her toys got like that. It was next to impossible to have fun with them.
"I'm being such a hog," she said, not knowing if Sunny could still hear her or not. "You probably want a bite for yourself. I imagine it's not easy filling such a big mouth." She laughed at her own joke and crouched beside the tortured woman. "Here, you can have the rest."
Sunny's eyes bulged and she let out a panicked gagging as Caroline shoved what remained of her cunt lips down her throat. She tried to swallow, despite the disgust she felt at being forced to, but as hard as her throat muscles worked, they couldn't dislodge the obstruction. The parts of Sunny's face not obscured with blood grew red as she choked on her own pussy. Her body flopped wildly, expressing more life than she had in the last several minutes, as Sunny instinctively tried to cling to life.
Caroline stepped back and enjoyed the show. She dropped a hand down to her bare crotch and fingered her wet pussy. Her thumb brushed over her clit, sending jolts of pleasure shooting through her. As Sunny's struggles began to fade, Caroline's hand moved faster, wanting to time things perfectly. It was a game she'd played before, more than a few times. She was quite good at it.
As Sunny's body let out a final, sputtering jerk, Caroline cried out as her hand became soaked with her cunt juice. She licked her fingers clean then surveyed the scene. Sunny's corpse lay sprawled out, covered in blood. The dead bitch's bitch lay a few feet away. Not quite as gory, but equally dead. The Vault uniform lay in a heap, carried a ways from the bloodshed thanks to a few strong gusts of wind. Caroline had no urge to redress in the uniform.
She focused her eyes back on Sunny. She smirked. The leather armor the woman wore was appealing. The thought of wearing the clothes of her first victim since literally returning from the grave gave her a bit of a thrill. Crouching beside the woman's corpse, she stripped her of her clothes completely. They were soaked with blood in a few spots, but being leather, it wouldn't be difficult to wash off.
Once Caroline was dressed, she picked up her bloody knife, looking it over. "Such good times, old friend," she said to it. Sunny's blood was already drying on the blade. The knife would be thirsty again. Probably soon. But there'd be plenty of time to find fresh meat.
Crouching over Sunny's corpse, Caroline used the knife to slice away the dead woman's nipples. She slipped the flaps of flesh into her pocket. Maybe she'd make a necklace out of them. Maybe she'd just nibble on them along her journey. Either way, they made for a nice memento of the kill.
Grabbing Sunny's rifle, Caroline slung it over her shoulder and left the messy sight of her kill. Her head still hurt. Her memories leading up to being shot were still fuzzy. But she was alive – unlike unfortunate Sunny Smiles – and as long as she was, she'd keep moving. There were bound to be more fun and interesting things to do in the Mojave.
And just maybe she'd even get to have a little revenge on the fucker who'd tried to kill her.
Chapter Two: Plucking a Rose
The knife cut through the bitchy sniper's throat like butter. Caroline hooked an arm around Ghost's shoulders and dragged her back from her perch. The woman struggled, fighting against Caroline even as she choked on her own blood. Her boots kicked against the rooftop of the small pub. Caroline dropped onto her ass, cradling Ghost's head in her lap as the woman died. She reached down, snatching away the aviator glasses from Ghost's face. Stupid to wear them at night anyway, Caroline thought bitterly.
She looked into Ghost's soft green eyes, bulging with surprise and – probably for one of the few times in her life – fear. Caroline's crotch warmed at the sight. There was nothing like the thrill of catching another predator off guard and watching it slowly die. Ghost's ranger hat fell away from her head, landing at an angle on the rooftop and exposing her short blonde hair. Blood pumped steadily from the ranger's torn throat, pooling around her head. Caroline slipped a hand down the front of her pants to tease her aching clit as she watched the life slowly fade from the sniper's eyes.
When Ghost lay still and dead, Caroline scooted away from the body. She stood, circling around Ghost's corpse. "You're much prettier this way," she told the dead woman. "It's a crime to hide such beautiful eyes. Punishment's death, but I'm sure you already figured that out." She kicked Ghost in the side, hearing one of her ribs crack. The body shifted slightly but gave no further response. Caroline sighed. "I hate the dead ones. They're too good at giving the silent treatment."
Crouching beside Ghost, Caroline used her knife to slice through her button-up shirt and pull it open. She sliced Ghost's undershirt up the middle as well, pulling the sides open to reveal the woman's surprisingly large breasts. Her skin was pale and not just from the blood loss. "Jesus, you look like a fucking albino," Caroline commented as she sliced away Ghost's light pink nipples. They were larger than Sunny's. She slipped them into her pocket to go with her previous victim's.
Yanking Ghost's pants down, Caroline waved a hand in front of her face as she caught the scent of the dead sniper's voided bladder. Judging by how much piss had soaked through Ghost's underwear and pants, Caroline wagered the sniper had been at her post for quite a while. "What's the matter?" she muttered, glancing up to Ghost's slack face and vacant eyes. "NCR doesn't give you bathroom breaks?"
She tugged Ghost's soaked panties down, exposing the soft curls of her blonde pubic hair. She slid her hand down to the folds of Ghost's cunt lips, pushing them apart so the tip of her knife could find the dead woman's clit. A small slice was all it took to separate the little bud from Ghost's body. Caroline lifted it up and looked it over. Like her nipples, Ghost's clit was also a bit oversized. "Too bad I didn't take my time with you," Caroline said as she admired the moist clitoris. "With a clit this big, I bet I could've made you sing." She shrugged and popped the bit of flesh into her mouth.
The bitter taste of piss didn't detract from the enjoyment Caroline got from devouring the core of Ghost's womanhood. She swallowed it down and stood. "Well, it was nice meeting you but I think I'll go see what they've got on tap downstairs." She tucked Ghost's glasses into the neck of her top and scooped up the woman's hat.
As Caroline descended from the rooftop, she slipped the hat onto her head. It fit well. She grinned, licking at the drying blood on her knife as she sauntered towards the entrance to the small bar. Slipping the knife back into its sheath, she silently promised it a better meal soon. Bars were great for picking up playthings.
"I like you," Cass slurred as Caroline helped her into her small bunk. "You know how to drink." She turned to face the deceptively strong young woman with the dirty blonde hair, giving her a smirk. She slid a hand around to the back of Caroline's head, tipping her hat off and tugging at the bun of her hair, letting it fall messily around her shoulders. "You look better like that."
"Not nearly as practical," Caroline replied, not moving away from the drunken water merchant as she leaned in close. The strong stench of whiskey wafted from Cass's mouth. Caroline was thankful she knew how to mime drinking without actually imbibing; otherwise she'd be struggling to stay conscious. Much like Cass was now.
"Fuck practicality," Cass sneered. She closed the distance and pressed her lips against Caroline's. The two women quickly fell into a deep – albeit sloppy – kiss. Their hands moved over each other's bodies, tugging at clothing. Cass's brown leather jacket dropped to the floor. Caroline's leather top soon joined it, leaving her nude from the waist up. Caroline's fingers quickly unbuttoned Cass's pink flannel shirt, tugging it open and pulling it off.
As the clothing dropped to the floor, the women were even in their level of nudity. Their soft breasts pressed against each other as they moved closer together. Hands groped bare flesh and teased nipples to stiff arousal. Cass stumbled down to her knees in front of Caroline, kissing against her well-toned abs as she worked at the belt of her leather pants. Getting the pants open, she pulled them down and reached around to grip Caroline's perky buttocks as she buried her face in the woman's snatch.
Caroline gasped, surprised that despite her total inebriation, Cass still knew her way around a cunt. With the fresh memory of snuffing out the sniper bitch and the anticipation of all the things she planned to do to Cass, Caroline was already plenty wet. The drunken tongue prodding at her slit brought her to climax in almost record time. She let out a throaty moan as her body shuddered through the orgasm.
Reaching down Caroline gripped a fistful of Cass's red hair and dragged her back to unsteady feet. "My turn," she said, pushing the drunken woman towards the bed.
Cass giggled, dropping onto her ass as she bumped against the side of the small cot. She reached down, unfastening her tattered blue jeans and shimmying out of them. She slipped out of her panties and spread her legs wide, leaning her back across the narrow cot and against the wall. "Do your worst," she said, giving Caroline a lopsided grin.
Caroline returned the grin with a cold smirk. "I intend to." She moved to her knees in front of Cass and dropped her head between the woman's parted thighs. She found Cass to be almost as wet as she'd been and eagerly lapped at her cunt, enjoying the flavor of her juices. Cass's head fell back as she let out loud moans. She brought her legs together, wrapping them over Caroline's shoulders. Cass's eyes rolled to the back of her head as she brought her hips up from the bed, humping against Caroline's face.
Implementing her impressive ability to multi-task, Caroline continued to eat out Cass as she moved a hand to her bundled pants. She slid her knife free of its sheath and brought it up, slipping it around behind Cass. She angled the tip upwards, towards the center of Cass's lower back, but she didn't thrust it forward. Not yet. She wanted the timing to be just right.
Cass's moans became cries, rising in volume as she came closer and closer to climax. Caroline's loins tingled with anticipation. Her tongue lashed at Cass's wet slit, sending flutters of ecstasy through the intoxicated merchant. She felt Cass's slim thighs spasm against her cheeks and she knew it was almost time. She gripped the hilt of the knife tighter, ready to strike.
Cass screamed her lungs out as her cunt gushed juices into Caroline's mouth. Her scream shifted – from pleasure to pain – in mid stride as her lover slammed the sharp blade of her knife into her lower back. Spiking pain shot through Cass and a moment later her arms and legs went limp. Caroline slid the knife out of Cass's body in a smooth movement, careful not to do any fatal damage. The wound paralyzed the arms and legs, but it didn't numb them of feeling. The best kind of wound, as far as Caroline was concerned.
Setting the knife aside for the moment, Caroline scooped up the dead weight of Cass's legs and slid her body sideways so she lay fully on the cot. "Now we can get to the really fun stuff," she said, picking the knife back up and giving the blade a testing lick. She moaned at the coppery taste of Cass's blood. But it wasn't enough. Not nearly.
Caroline kicked her pants the rest of the way off, leaving her naked with the exception of her boots and the Pip-boy on her arm. Another souvenir from a previous victim. The former Vault dweller had been naïve. And tasty, in a variety of ways.
Now it was time to see how tasty Cass truly was. Caroline leaned over the paralyzed woman, now sobbing in her inebriation and pain. She scooped up one of her limp hands and brought the blade of her knife against Cass's palm. She pressed the knife hard against the woman's skin then sliced downwards. Cass cried out as blood gushed from the deep gash. She lifted Cass's wounded hand and placed it against her breast, forcing the paralyzed woman to grope her. She moaned softly as she felt Cass's hot blood trickled over her chest.
She pulled Cass's hand away, looking it over. She fingered the ragged gash, making the woman whimper. In a quick motion, she yanked Cass's pinkie finger away from the rest of her hand and used the knife to cut through the digit. Cass's screams picked up volume again. Caroline took advantage of her gaping mouth to plop the severed finger into her mouth. She pushed Cass's jaw shut and pinched her nose, forcing her to swallow her own finger.
"How was it?" she asked. "Yummy?"
Cass's only response was to sob harder, squeezing her eyes shut and shaking her head from side to side. Caroline pouted. "Well, I think you might be biased. Maybe I should give it a taste for myself." She hacked through Cass's ring finger and held it up to her mouth. She sucked on the digit, tonging the bloody end before sucking it the rest of the way into her mouth. She chewed the flesh from the small bones, spitting each one into Cass's face as she finished.
Swallowing down the small bit of Cass's flesh she'd managed to liberate from her finger, Caroline giggled. "See, I think it tastes great. It's the fear that really gives the meat a real kick. Although, I do admit it is a bit of an acquired taste. How about some more?"
"Please," Cass gasped. "No more. Please, just stop."
"Where's the fun in that?" Caroline asked bluntly. She didn't wait for an answer. Instead she scooted down so she had access to Cass's legs. She cut deeply into the inside of her right thigh, carving off a thin strip of flesh. She crawled her way back up to Cass's red, tear-covered face and offered her the flesh. Cass clamped her mouth shut and tried to turn her head away.
Caroline sneered at her uncooperative plaything. "Not hungry, huh?" she muttered, plopping the strip of Cass's flesh into her mouth and chewing noisily. "Y'know, you can't live off of nothing but whiskey," she said through a mouthful of human flesh. She swallowed it down, savoring the flavor. She let out a laugh. "Not that it really matters now. You won't be doing much living at all once I'm through with you."
"Why are you doing this?" Cass moaned as Caroline cut off another strip of her flesh, this time from her arm.
Caroline sat on top of her victim, chewing thoughtfully on the bit of meat she'd cut free. "Good question," she said. "I've thought about it. This isn't just some spur of the moment thing. I want you to know that. I don't just kill every random stranger I run across. Too high profile. You're special. Don't let anyone tell you otherwise." She finished the bit of arm meat and let out a soft burp. "And damn delicious. Shit, a girl could put on the pounds dining on the exquisite cuisine that is you." She went back for seconds of Cass's arm.
"Please," Cass continued to plead. "If you're gonna kill me, just fucking kill me. Stop torturing me."
"But see, the torturing is the best part," Caroline explained. "If I just came in here, stuck my knife in your eye, and watched your corpse shudder on the floor for a bit… well, alright, that would be pretty fucking sexy. But it wouldn't last very long. Thirty seconds… a few minutes at most… and you'd just be all limp and dead. I could cut on you all I wanted and you wouldn't make a peep. Do you have any idea how boring it is to have a conversation with a knife?"
Caroline held up her trusty blade for Cass to see. "I mean, don't get me wrong. I've had some good times with this knife. Lots of victims. Lots of blood. But she doesn't really say much. She's one of those sharp, silent types." Caroline shrugged and carved off another chunk of Cass's meat. "I donno. Maybe I just like playing with my food. My mother was always giving me shit about that. Riding my ass. Probably why I smashed that cunt's head in with a wrench. I'll tell you a secret, though. She had one of the sweetest pussies I've ever tasted. She wins the Tasty Pussy Award, alive or dead."
"Just shut the fuck up!" Cass hissed through clenched teeth. Pain radiated from the multiple wounds Caroline had given her, but she couldn't move anything below her neck. The helplessness was almost worse than the pain, but it wasn't nearly as bad as having to listen to the psychotic bitch's incessant babbling.
Caroline sighed, looking down at Cass's bloody body. "Fine. You don't wanna eat. You don't wanna talk." She smirked. "I know what you want." She leaned forward and gave Cass a peck on the cheek, leaving a crimson smear. "A bit more of the old in'n'out."
Caroline slid down Cass's paralyzed body, kissing over the curves of her breasts and along her slender stomach. Her head wound up between Cass's splayed thighs once more and she gave her plaything a few tantalizing licks. She brought the tip of her knife to the folds of Cass's cunt, tracing the sharp edge lightly across her sensitive skin. Cass let out a hopeless moan and begged her to stop. Caroline chuckled, gripping the knife tighter and aiming the blade at the paralyzed woman's slit.
Caroline penetrated Cass with the knife. In one smooth motion, she sheathed the blade with her cunt. Cass howled, blood trickling from her crotch. Caroline twisted the knife from side to side, slicing up the lips of her cunt before forcing it deeper into her. Slowly, the hilt of the knife pushed into Cass's pussy. As it entered her, so did Caroline's hand. Cass screamed as the knife cut through the walls of her vagina and the tip speared into her womb. With a hard shove forward, Caroline buried herself up to the wrist inside of Cass's ruined snatch.
"To hell with fisting," Caroline grunted, shoving the knife and her hand another couple inches into Cass. "Knifing. For the truly sadomasochistic lesbian relationship." Cass let out a pathetic wail. "Jesus, I'm doing my best. Gimme a goddamn break, woman. How about this?" She twisted the knife and pushed the blade through Cass's womb and into her guts. With a hard shove upwards, the tip of the blade pierced the skin of her midsection. Cass titled her head forward, the only movement she was really capable of, and looked down in horror at the knife protruding from her gut.
Caroline yanked the knife back towards herself, splitting Cass's gut open down to her pubic bone. She pulled her arm back, drawing the knife back out of Cass's tattered pussy. Tossing the knife aside, Caroline dove into Cass's gaping stomach wound with both hands. She hooked her fingers into each side of the gash and yanked it further apart, tearing her skin. Blood poured out of Cass. Caroline had an unobstructed view of her slippery entrails. Reaching in, she scooped up two handfuls of Cass's guts and yanked them out of her body.
The sadistic young woman giggled as she played with Cass's intestines. She uncoiled some, draping them around her neck. She grabbed a handful and brought them down to her crotch, rubbing against her wet, throbbing cunt. The slippery, worm-like guts slid against her nether region, the warm blood blending with her warm juices. While she continued to masturbate with Cass's guts with one hand, she used the other to reach back into the woman's tortured body.
Cass's screams had faded to weak whimpers. Her face had gone pale from blood loss and shock, but she still clung to life, much to her dismay. She wanted to look away from the gory mess of her stomach but she couldn't. She watched and winced as Caroline ripped her organs out. Her liver came free and Caroline popped it into her mouth, chewing on it for a bit. Her kidneys came next, first one then the other. Once Caroline grew bored with those, she tossed them aside and reached back into the cavernous wound.
Caroline's hand went lower and with a hard tug, she came away with the mangled remains of Cass's womb, fallopian tubes dangling from it. "Can't be much of a woman without this," Caroline commented, tossing the ruined reproductive organs over her shoulder. "Oh well, not like you'll ever get a chance to use those bits anyway."
Cass was a sobbing, bloody mess. Her already slender stomach looked almost concave with the majority of her innards removed. Her breath came in short, shallow bursts and Caroline could tell she wasn't going to be around much longer. Gripping her knife, she crawled up her plaything's body, sitting on her chest. She waved a hand in front of Cass's bloodshot eyes. "You still with me?"
Cass blinked and focused on Caroline. Her brow furrowed and her bottom lip trembled as she fought to get words out. "Why?" she finally managed. It was barely a whisper. If it weren't for her keen senses, Caroline might have missed the question entirely.
The sadist gripped a fistful of her plaything's hair in one hand. She brought the tip of the knife to the bottom of Cass's chin with the other. "Cuz it sure as shit beats the hell out of being bored." With a grunt, she forced the knife up through the bottom of Cass's mouth. Her tongue split in half then the long blade punctured the roof of her mouth. With another hard shove, Caroline forced the deadly blade into Cass's brain. Her victim's eyes bulged, staring up at Caroline with so much exquisite misery that she nearly came.
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.
Chapter Three: Stalking the Scribe
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.
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.
Pushing back to her feet, Veronica continued into the cave at a slower pace, trying to spot any other traps in the dusty darkness. She spotted the rigged shotgun and went over to it, working it loose and checking it. Practically junk with only a couple shells left in it, but it was better than nothing.
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.
The cave didn't collapse. Pushing herself to her feet, Veronica coughed out a lungful of dust and fought off a wave of dizziness. Her foot came down on a pressure plate. She heard the click, but this time had no time to avoid the trap. A sledgehammer swung down from the ceiling, the solid steel end slamming into Veronica's gut and knocking the air from her lungs.
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.
With Veronica unconscious, Caroline strapped her axe to her back and scooped the armless woman up. Avoiding the remainder of her traps was easy work as she made her way to a large central room at the heart of the cave. She already had a fire pit going. Dumping Veronica's limp body onto the ground next to the pit, Caroline quickly grabbed her axe from her back and held the blade over the flames.
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.
Veronica let out a long, low sob as she felt the agony of her missing limbs. Then she lifted her head, looking down the length of her stripped body to see Caroline continuing to finger fuck her with her own pilfered arm. Veronica's eyes shot wide and she screamed, more from terror and madness than pain. The pleasurable sensations of her forced orgasm still lingered and as terrible as that would have been regardless, the knowledge of how Caroline had gotten her off only made it so much worse.
"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.
With a grunt, Caroline chucked the arm into the fire pit. The glowing embers sizzled. It didn't take long for the scent of cooking flesh to fill the cave. Veronica lay in a bloody, sobbing heap, all the fight beaten out of her. Caroline, still pissed, stomped away from her victim and scooped up her axe. She held it over the fire, waiting patiently for the blade to heat up as she leveled a deadly glare on Veronica.
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."
Veronica's brow furrowed with worry. "What are you going to do?" she forced out. She got her answer when Caroline gripped her jaw with one hand and worked the tip of her knife into Veronica's mouth. Yanking her jaw open, Caroline crouched forward, peering into the dark, glistening hole of the scribe's mouth. With a quick slice, she brought her knife across the back of Veronica's tongue. Veronica tried to scream, but hot blood filled her mouth and transformed it into a gargle.
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.
Veronica couldn't see, but the warmth against her skin told her Caroline had carried her out of the cave. Everything hurt. The four stubs where her arms and legs had been throbbed incessantly. Her mouth still leaked blood, although not as badly as when her tongue had first been slashed free. Her eyes…
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.
As long as nothing came along to knock her down, Veronica would be on display in front of the cave until her flesh rotted away and her bones turned to dust. Caroline stepped back and admired her gruesome creation. "Now that's true art. Aren't you just beautiful?" she asked.
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.
Chapter Four: Fiendish Behavior
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."
"How much do you want for her?" Caroline spoke up. Watching the woman getting raped had turned her on in a bad way. Although watching her getting carved up and cooked would be fun, she had a few things in mind she wanted to do before the Ranger was murdered. Besides, what was the point of having a pocket full of bottle caps if you didn't spend them on the things you wanted?
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.
Corporal Betsy awoke ready to tear the closest living thing apart. She found that difficult to do with the barbed wire wrapped around her wrists and ankles. Her uniform had been stripped away and she'd been forced into a standing spread eagle position, the barbed wire binding her to a pair of steel girders she stood between. The girders were at the top level of a haphazard platform, a good twenty feet off the ground.
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."
Caroline nodded and the pair of them drew closer to Betsy's struggling form. Their hands moved over the NCR trooper's body, feeling along her muscular abdomen and squeezing the fleshy mounds of her breasts. "Let's make this bitch cum," Caroline told Violet with a smirk. She moved down to her knees in front of Betsy, her face lined up with the woman's crotch. Like her head, it was shaved bare.
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.
Betsy hung limp and defeated from the barbed wire. Her head fell to rest against her chest as it heaved. The hot rays of sun shining high above blended with the sexual acts forced upon her had her bare skin covered in sweat. It trickled over the stubbly top of her head and ran down her neck. She closed her eyes, trying to push away the shame fighting to encompass her. Like the pleasure of the forced orgasm, the shame also refused to be denied.
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.
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."
Over the next few days, Caroline slowly carved Betsy apart, making sure to cauterize the particularly nasty wounds. True to her word, Betsy lived through her harvesting. On the third day, she'd even willingly eaten some of her own cooked meat. Delirious with pain and starving, Betsy had still nearly puked up the small morsel Caroline fed her. "You'll like it," Caroline promised. "Your tits weren't huge, but they're damned tasty."
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.