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FALLOUT: NEW VEGAS - ESCAPE FROM NCRCF
by The Great Shaggy

Chapter Two: In the Belly of the Beast

            This American system of ours, call it Americanism, call it capitalism, call it what you will, gives and every one of us a great opportunity if we only seize it with both hands and make the most of it! - Al Capone, 1927

            A slight moan escaped Isabelle’s lips as she slowly regained consciousness. Opening her eyes, she found herself staring into a woven mesh of metal springs with a filthy colored strip mattress blocking out the overhead light. Her forehead was cool as droplets of water ran down her temples to disappear into her already saturated hair. Gathering her strength she slowly started to rise only to be pushed back down by a hand. Tilting her head, she found herself gazing into the dust covered face of a woman. Her brown, concern eyes contrasted deeply against her matted, jet black hair as she removed the rag from her forehead, dunk it back into a nearby bucket, and replace it back where it was.
            "Don't try to move too fast. Some of them had a piece of you even after you were brought in so you're going to be a bit sore," she said in a smooth tone of voice.
            And sore she was. In fact her whole body, especially her lower extremities, felt like she'd been work over by a supersledge. "Where am I?" she managed to croak out.
            Grabbing a cup, the dark hair woman placed her hand underneath her head and prop her up so as to drink easier from the offering. "You're in Cell Block Bravo, Delta Pad of the NCRCF, that's the acronym we used for the New California Republic Correctional Facility. Name is Colette, Colette Thompson, former guard of the NCRCF."
            "A guard?"
            She nodded her head. "Yeah, I was. Third shift under Pepper and Williams. Of course that was before the breakout and take over. What's your name?"
            "Isabelle, but just call me Belle," she replied, deciding to use her nickname however much she loath it.
            Colette smiled and patted her shoulder. "Welcome to the NCRCF Brothel then, Belle. We girls have to stick together here, even although we're primarily fuck objects for the cons. Where did they get you?"
            "On the outskirts of Goodsprings. I was part of the newly formed militia there watching out for Powder Ganger intrusion. They work me over after my weapon become disable from a lucky shot from some guy name Dawes."
            "That wasn't no lucky shot, girl. Dawes used to be an accomplish marksman in the NCR Army before he murdered his commanding officer. So he knew what he was doing." Then she looked over her shoulder before leaning down to whisper into her ear. "I hope you wasted at least some of them."
            Belle nodded and raised three fingers which got a smile on Colette's face.
            "Three less assholes to worry about," she replied. "But keep that on the down low. They really don't take too kindly to executioners around here."
            "How many....how many of us are here?" asked Belle.
            "Excluding me and you, there're four others, but technically only three. I'll introduce them to you once they get back."
            "And the other?"
            "We don't talk about her anymore. Let's hope that you don't have to meet her," answered Colette and left it at that.
            Deciding it was best to change the conversation, Belle asked, "Were you here for the breakout?"
            Colette nodded. "I was off duty when it happened. Shook the whole damn building when the explosives went off. I only survived because I was struck in the head by a falling footlocker. When I came too I found myself in the midst of the cons' celebration with me and Gwen being the party favors. The lucky ones died during the break, the others...well I still have nightmares about what they did to them. It ranks up there with what the Legion does to captives."
            "Legion?"
            "Oh, sorry, forgot that you came from Goodsprings so you probably haven't heard the news that Caesar's Legion is on the move. Rumors have it that they've been sending raiding parties across the Colorado. Then again, being in here you don't have to worry about them unless they overrun the Dam then there is no stopping them from taking over New Vegas and the surrounding areas."
            Caesar's Legion, for the life of her she couldn't remember anything about them. For that matter she could barely remember anything about the New California Republic, areas outside of Goodsprings, or of New Vegas itself. She let a sigh upon remembering Doc Mitchell's warning that she might have suffer some long term memory loss from her ordeal. Why couldn't it be the other parts of my life and not the important stuff, she silently cursed. If she ever caught up with that checkered suit son of bitch she was going to make him pay for what he did to her.
            "Sorry," she said seeing the quizzed look on Colette's face, "my memory isn't what it used to be."
            "I can see that," answer Colette, brushing away a lock of Belle's hair that hid the small indention in her forehead. "Can't recall many people that I met before that had been shot in the head and live to tell the tale about it. Who did that to you?"
            Belle shrugged her shoulders and let out another deep sigh. "Now that there is the million cap question."
            "Well no part in worrying about him now. Not in here that is. But enough of that, come on," Colette said as she flung the blanket off of Belle causing her to let out a shriek as she hastily pulled the blanket back over her.
            "Where are my clothes?" she asked.
            The former NCRCF guard shook her head as she pulled the blanket back away from her. "You didn't have any when they brought you in. But don't worry, I think I can find something in here that might fit you."

            It hadn't been more than fourteen hours, but the corpses were thoroughly picked clean of flesh and inners leaving only dust covered bones and pieces of clothing shattered about.
            "Damn coyotes hardly left anything," exclaimed Easy Pete as he stood up from inspecting a set of bones. "Hard to tell if any of these are hers or not."
            Standing off to his side was Sunny, her eyes washing over the area of what appeared to be Belle's last stand. She was on the south side of town when a runner notified her of heavy gunfire coming from the northeast side of town. By the time she got back up to the Prospector Saloon, the shooting had ceased and a deathly silence had befallen on the town. Trudy ordered a full head count and sure enough after three counts it was confirmed that her friend was the only one missing. She wanted to head straight out with a search party, but Trudy forbid it telling them to wait until morning.
            It was a long night for her; she stood a lonely vigil outside hoping beyond hope that Belle would appear out of the darkness ready to belittle her for waiting up for her. But it wasn't meant to be. At first light she left with Easy Pete, Evans, and Cheyenne. It had taken them nearly all morning to find the area where the fighting had taken place; shells of various calibers were half buried in the sand, rocks smeared with dried blood, and of course the remains of three people.
            "What are you thinking, Sunny?" asked Easy Pete when he didn't get a response from her at first.
            "I don't want to believe that she's gone is all," she answered as she watched Cheyenne roaming around the area, her nose plastered to the ground.
            Evans came down the hill holding a black bundle in his hands. He hurried over to Sunny and held out his find to her. "Take a look at these. I found them up near a smooth boulder just above on that ridge behind us."
            Taking the bundle from him, Sunny shook it out and caught a gasp in her throat. "Leather pants, female in size. They have to be Belle's" she said.
            "I guess that kindva confirms it then," said Easy Pete. "We should get back and tell Trudy."
            But Sunny wasn't buying it as she stared at the tears in the trousers, causing her to inspect them a bit closer. "These weren't torn off a corpse by a hungry coyote. The tears are too clean and straight, no bite marks or tears. No, these were more like cut with a knife," she exclaimed. "Where did you find them again?"
            Following his gesture, Sunny tore up to the spot and knelt down. The ground around the boulder was kicked up and matted indicating a lot of activity had been center around this spot. Glancing at the top of the rock, she could see distinctive color distortion marking dried liquid stains. Most of it was clustered in one spot but there were small dabbles elsewhere on the rock. There was something to it, almost a pattern. Taking a step back, she eyed the top of the boulder for a few minutes as Easy Pete and Evans reached the top of the ridge, both of them staring quizzically at her.
            Then she pointed to the boulder and said, "Brush it off. Get all the sand off the top of it."
            "Why? It's a barren rock, Sunny," Easy Pete comment.
            "Pete, please just do it," she replied as she started up the ridge line a bit further.
            Grumbling to themselves, both Easy Pete and Evans complied with Sunny's request, brushing the top of the boulder free of any sand or dust with their hands. Once completed, he look back up to see Sunny had cupped her hands over her mouth.
            "What? What is it?" he asked as she came running back down to the boulder.
            "Belle isn't dead," she exclaimed. "They caught and raped her."
            Sunny's remark caused Evan to look back at the boulder and scratch the top of his head. "And you can tell that by looking at the top of one boulder? What types of tribal voodoo you trying to play here?"
            Ignoring the comment, Sunny didn't bother to try and explain the differences in the surface textures of the rock. Instead she placed herself on top and spread her legs eagle matching the pattern for both men to see. "She must've caught them by surprise in the dwindling light of dusk yesterday evening. Those three corpses that fed the coyotes must've been her kills before her weapon became disabled."
            "How do you know that her weapon became disabled?" asked Evans.
            "Because I taught her proper weapon preventive maintenance is why. Her weapon wouldn’t have have shit the bed so easily and there wasn't enough spent shell casings to indicate that she ran out of ammunition. No, it was disabled somehow. They caught her as she tried to make a break for it. Then they dragged her over to this spot and had their way with her, fucking bastards. Judging from the ground she still must've been putting up a fight thorough out it all."
            "But what happened to her after then?"
            Sunny whistled and Cheyenne came running, heeding to her call. "They didn't kill her during the fight and they sure as hell didn't when raping her. If they had they would've left the body behind as they did with the others. No, she was still alive when they were finished with her. Which means they took her along with them. And that only leads to one place."
            But before she could take another step, Easy Pete clamped a hand down tightly onto her nearest arm. "I know what you're thinking, Sunny, and you might've as well drop that idea."
            "But they got her, Pete, only knows what they're doing to her now," Sunny exclaimed as she tried to break free of the older man's grasp but to no avail.
            "What good are you going to be to her if you go running off to that prison? I'll tell you what, dead or joining her. I know she's your friend, Sunny, and you've taken care of her like sister would to an injury sibling during this month. But there is nothing we can do to help her now."
            With her anger growing within her, Sunny jerked her arm as hard as she could, finally freeing herself from Pete's grasp. But she didn't go running off for she knew what he spoke of was right. It would be suicidal to attempt a lone rescue and there was no way Goodspings had the manpower to assault the prison to free her even if Trudy would allow it. Slowly her anger subsided and her shoulder sag a bit causing Cheyenne to whimper, nuzzling her leg in a show of companionship.
            "I'm sorry, Sunny," Easy Pete said, patting her shoulder before starting off back towards Goodsprings with Evans.
            Sunny didn't follow right away. She just stared out to the southwest where the New California Republic Correctional Facility was located; nestled in the valley beneath the lingering shadows of the Black Mountains. Easy Pete was right that Goodsprings could never attack the prison and survive, but the New California Republic Army could. When the Powder Gangers first appeared to wreak havoc on the caravans everyone expected the NCR to show up within a matter of days of retake the prison. When days turn into weeks, those acceptations faltered and were soon replaced with disappointment and resentment. Nobody wanted to fathom that the NCR military and Rangers were stretch so thinly that they couldn't spare a company to retake the prison. But what if someone talk to whoever was in command of the NCR forces in this area to plead their case that the Powder Gangers had to be dealt with and the prison retaken, would that finally get the gears moving?

            The clothes that Colette found for Belle weren't the best for fit. The light blue prison strip shirt she now wore was two sizes too big for her so she was forced to roll up the sleeves to just below her elbows and tie the lower portion around her stomach in a knot, exposing much of her flat stomach area from just above her navel on downward. The gray stripe prison trousers were a better fit, but had to be held up by a belt, but even then they sank down to expose the start of her ass cheeks. A pair of well worn shoes that she had to stuff old papers into to get them to fit completed the outfit.
            "I look like an idiot," she said bluntly.
            "Could be worse,” Colette replied back with. “At least they allow us to have clothes."
            As promised early, Colette took her on a tour of the cell block that housed the female captives. It wasn't much to look at really. Delta Pad was nothing more than a common room with six individual cells, three on each side. There was a small, open shower area and a utility room that had been hastily reconfigured into a kitchen. As Colette explained, food was brought to them in the evening but they were responsible for preparing it. The same with potable water, which made Belle relax a bit more. She only had to drink irradiated water a few times in the Mojave, but each time it made her deathly ill. All the windows had been bricked in and the only door leading into the cell block was barricaded by a set of steel bars and then by a heavy frame door.
            "Escape is virtually impossible," noted Colette when she brought it up. "There are two guards stationed on either side of that door which only opens when we get food or when we leave to go to the Visitor's Center. Tunneling is not an option since the floor is two feet of rebar reinforced concrete and the windows are blocked by four layers of brick. Believe me when I say we've tried every way imaginable to get out of here."
            "What about from the Visitor's Center?"
            "Well if we could manage to overpower twenty to thirty armed Powder Gangers, lockpick the door, get past the gate guards, and then not be seen by the sentries in the towers or sniff out by the roaming pack of dogs around the prison, then yeah, we could get out that way."
            "It was just a thought," sighed Belle. Then a question came to her. "What is the Visitor's Center?"
            Colette's reply was just too softly pat her shoulder and say, "You'll find out eventually." A loud sound of a lock being thrown caused her attention to go to the door. "That's strange. They can't be back already."
            Both women watched in silence as the metal door groan in protest as it was heave open allowing a Powder Ganger sporting an eye patch with a spiky mohawk haircut to approach the steel bars. He snapped his fingers, pointing to the lock, and one of the guards quickly opened it for him.
            "Who’s that?" whispered Belle.
            "Scrambler, Eddie's right hand man and second in command," Colette replied back with. "Got his name because when he first came here he was always getting into fights with other cons. Beat the shit out of them so badly that the prison Docs use to say they didn't know which part goes where when attempting to patch them up."
            Once the last door was open, Scrambler didn't bother to go inside. He just snapped his fingers and motion with his hand. When Colette took a step forward, he snapped his fingers harder and pointed to Belle.
            "He wants you," said Colette. "Listen to me. Do what they say, don't fight, and whatever you do, don't piss them off."
            Scrambler seemed to finally loss his patience. "Move it, baby doll, we don't have all day now," he half shouted, half grumbled.
            Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves, Belle cross the common room and was shove heard in her back by Scrambler as she walked past. The force was enough to cause her to stumble forward into the waiting hands of one of the guards, who straighten her enough to slip a pair of hand irons onto her wrist. When she was secured, two guards fell in behind her as Scrambler took the lead, motioning with his hand for her to follow him. Silently she did so, following him deeper into the prison complex. At first she tried to keep track of her pace count and how many times the group turned left or right, but the further they traveled and the more stairwells they took and corners they turned at she started to lose count. Within a few minutes she was so thoroughly confused that she had given up.
            Stopping in front of another heavy metal door, Scrambler pounded on the thick metal, causing the corridors to come alive with the sound of the dull metallic echo. On the other side a latch was thrown and the door swung open, causing Belle to gag at the smell that greeted her. When she hesitated to enter, one of her escorts gave a prod to her back with his club, causing her to nearly trip over her feet. She glared back at him, which only got a chuckle from the convict. The corridor that she found herself was rancid with the smells of dried cum mixed with stale mildew and the smell of unwashed bodies that hung in the air as dim illumination panels flickered above. The cells, or quarters as Colette had called them, were barely big enough to fit a bed and a small toilet, but judging from the smell it appeared that most, if not all of them, had ceased to be functional in a long time. Hearing feminine shrieks echoing down the corridor that grew louder they further they traveled sparked Belle’s curiosity.
            When the squeals were at a feverish pitch, she took a chance and glance to an open door to her left, slowing down her pace as she did so. Inside was an auburn hair girl, devoid of any articles of clothing, her hands tied to a metal post behind her head. A Powder Ganger was position between her spread legs, his hands keeping the girl’s quivering legs apart as he pounded his hard pole into her dripping cunt. It was then that Belle noticed that the fluid dripping to the concrete was blood. The colors in Belle’s face whiten and her knees became shaky as her hands shot to her mouth. But her escort gave her no pity and kept shoving her in the back each time she attempted to stop.
            She was gratefully when they bounded up two flights of stairs, leaving the rancid smelling passageway behind. Walking through the door that Scrambler opened, she found herself in what she guess was the prison’s medical ward. The doctor on the other side glance over his shoulder and shook his head upon seeing the group walking by. Up another set of stairs and through yet another door when the eye patched Powder Ganger finally stopped. He didn’t say anything to her, but only motion with his hand and both escorts grabbed Belle by her arms and held firmly onto her as he disappeared into the room next to the stairwell. All she heard was a brief conversation that was muddled before he reappeared and nodded his head towards the door.
            Both men heaved Belle off her feet and carried her into a spacious office, dumping her in front of a desk. Behind the faded wooden desk was a middle-age man dressed in the same prison uniforms as the others were. His brown hair was cut short and his brown eyes seem to be staring directly through her. Like Scrambler, he didn’t say a word to her, he just motion his hands and his guards push, turn, and bent Belle in all different directions, showcasing her form to the man behind the desk whom she suspected to be Eddie that Colette was talking about. Finally he seemed satisfied and the guards let her go to take up positions around the office.
            “Well I didn’t believe Dawes when he said he brought in a pretty thing for me, but I have to say, baby doll, you look to be Grade A piece of meat.”
            Belle didn’t know how to reply so she followed Colette’s advice and stay mum.
            “She’s not a mute is she?” he asked Scrambler, who had taking up position just off to the left hand side of him.
            “She was talking to Colette when I got there,” he answered.
            Eddie nodded as he turned his attention back to her. “Well, baby doll, if that bitch of a guard hadn’t told you by now, I’m Eddie and I run the Powder Gangers. What’s your name?”
            “Belle,” she managed to squeak out.
            “Baby Doll Belle, I like that,” he said. “I like that a lot.” He stood up and made his way around the desk, speaking as he did. “If she didn’t tell you yet, let me state your new role here. You belong to the Powder Gangers, both body and mind, so you best learn to accept that quickly or you’re going to have a rough time here. You do what we tell you do without question and you won’t be punished.” He stopped in front of her. “And you won’t attempt escape at all. Failure to adhere to this rule is totally….unadvisable. Do we understand one another?”
            Belle nodded, but said nothing.
            “Take her to my room,” he announced. “And make sure you remove the hand irons this time. Scarlett doesn’t like to do that herself.”
            Hauled back her feet, the two guards escorted her across the hall, taking only a few moments to remove the hand irons from her wrist and open the door before roughly shoving her inside. Stumbling inside, Belle caught herself on the edge of a table and race back to the door only to slam into its wooden body as it slammed closed before her. She banged on the wooden frame with her fists as tears flowed freely down her cheeks, screaming to be let out. Defeated, she walked over to the bed and collapsed onto it, burying her head into the mattress as she cried. She felt alone and trapped in a vicious cycle that she never seem to escape from.
            My sweet little Belle.
            She cried even harder upon hearing the unconscious voice of the demon from her past. She didn’t want to remember it. Why couldn’t she just forget it? It haunted her in her dreams, it whispered into her ears in the dead of the night, it ridicule her whenever she told it to leave her alone. It taunt her, it laugh at her, and it berated her whenever she cried.
            You’ll enjoy it so stop crying.
            It took her a moment to realize that the voice hadn’t come from within her head, but was echoing through her ears. Tearing her face away from the mattress she saw Eddie standing in the doorway, slowly closing the door behind him.
            “I don’t like it when you girls cry,” he stated as he secured the latch behind him. Walking over to the wall, he tossed the key into an open safe and secured that too. “Just encase if you get any bright ideas.”
            Belle watch Eddie as he spun the dial on the safe before moving over to table and poured himself a glass. “Why are you doing this to us? We’ve done nothing to you,” she asked.
            Eddie nearly choked upon hearing the question. Coughing spastically, he cleared his throat before saying, “Of course you didn’t do anything to me physically. But generally is a whole different matter. I’m paying back the fucking NCR for the shit and pain they caused me for ten long years tolling under the burning, desert sun to better the nation as a whole. Well fuck that I say. I didn’t ask to come out here; they stuck me and my fellow brother on a train and dragged us out here to work as slaves for them.”
            “Goodsprings isn’t part of the NCR and neither am I,” she fired back.
            “But you will be,” countered Eddie. “The NCR is like a pack of Nightstalkers. You can handle one or two at a time, but soon you’re overwhelmed by them and you’ll be forced to either lie down and let them devour you or fight ‘em and die. You people of the Mojave had your choice when they came and you choose to lie down and die instead of fighting. So now, whether you like it or not, you are part of the NCR. Not officially yet, but it’ll come soon enough.”
            She couldn't believe what she was hearing. He was using a presume bases to justify what he and his cutthroats were doing. "That's....that's inconceivable."
            "Call it what you want, baby doll, but Samuel Cooke had the same physiology. But he wanted to wage war against the NCR after his little rebellion worked, I didn't. I know if you try and go up against the NCR in a big way, they'll quickly take notice and crush you. But if you stay small, pick off only a piece and call it your own, then you've achieve victory in a small way."
            "While spilling the blood of innocent people in the mean time. You're no freedom fighter, you're just a murdering monster is all."
            Eddie snorted as he took one final sip from his glass before setting it down. "Call me whatever you want. But the people of Goodsprings made their choice, but you haven't."
            Belle eyed the Powder Ganger Leader with sudden suspicion. “What choice?”
Eddie shrugged his shoulders. “Choice that everyone has to make. Which side are you on is what I'm referring too. Don't give me that look, I know you aren't originally from Goodsprings. Who you are or where you came from is little importance to me. You're a good scout, hell you ambushed and killed three of my boys in a matter of a few minutes. That's talent you got there, baby doll, a mark of a coldblooded killer. I could use that talent.”
“I'm not murderer. I just know right from wrong is all.”
"The world is full of shades of gray. You have to stop looking at the world around you in two dimensional and start looking at it as three. I want you to be my eyes and ears inside on the outside."
Belle snorted. "Don't you have enough of men to do that?"
"Yeah, I do. But none of them has your pretty looks. Nobody in their right mind will raise suspicion about a candid little thing like you asking questions to poor lonely soldiers about, say, caravan schedules, troops deployments, future operations in this here area. These are the eyes and ears that I need more than twenty men stationed on the roads and hills."
"And what will you do with this information I find out about?"
“You really don't need to know the details. Suffice it to say that you’ll either be spending a short stay or a long time depending on how quickly you tell me what your choice is. Are you in or are you out?”
“You already know that answer to that question,” Belle smugly answered.
Eddie’s arm flashed out, hitting her across the side her cheek that flamed a crimson hue. “Don’t play games with me, girlie. This is your one and only chance. After this I'm not going to ask you again.”
Glaring back up at the Powder Ganger Leader, Belle spit blood at his face and said, “Why don’t you take a trip down the digestive track of a Deathclaw. Or better yet, find yourself a Radscorpion and shove it.”
He broke into laughter, his brown eyes shining with amusement. “Shove, how¼appropriate!” the Powder Ganger Leader chuckled, his lips curving into a wolfish grin.
Belle suddenly had bad feeling as he stepped forward and ran an index finger up her right leg. “Don't touch me!” she snapped, hitting Eddie' hand away.
Eddie cursed as he hit her across her face again, harder this time which send her sprawling to the cot. Jumping on top of her, he ripped her shirt off, grabbing her small breasts with both hands as he kissed her wildly. Belle struggled violently, pushing on Eddie's chest with her hands, kicking out with her slim legs. The Powder Ganger Leader grabbed Belle’s wrists and yanked them behind her back. The woman’s body arched while he sucked on her mouth, relishing the taste of her warm lips.
"I told you to wait for me," purred another voice.
Belle managed to get a peek as Eddie loosen his grip on her throat to see a blonde hair woman standing in the doorway. She wore the same outfit as all the other Powder Gangers, but instead of a shirt she wore a black, lace bra that was nearly see-through.
"Would you like a taste, my sweet Scarlett?" asked Eddie, looking up at the blonde hair woman.
"Hmm, I thought you'd never ask," she replied, closing the door behind her and made her way over to them, undoing her clothing as she peeled it away from her creamy white shoulders.
The blonde hair woman walked up to the cot, crawling up behind Eddie and took Belle's bent legs, gently pulling them apart. Scarlett then reached forward, grasping the waistband of the courier’s panties and tugging them down the pinned woman’s legs. She observed Eddie's finger as it slipped up and down Belle’s pussy, the girl’s juices already glistening on her trembling labia causing her to lick her lips.
Eddie removed his hand so Scarlett could stretch forward and lick Belle’s delicate, pink slit. She moaned weakly while she sucked on her clit, the blonde’s tongue slithering across the entire length of the courier’s pussy. Eddie pressed Belle’s slender wrists above her head while he licked her throbbing nipples. Belle groaned, her lips shuddering as Scarlett buried her mouth into her vagina, her tongue caressing the shivering, wet walls of her hole. Eddie kissed the struggling woman again, his long tongue probing her throat as his hand fondled her heaving left tit. Scarlett raised her lovely face, Belle’s honey oozing down her small chin.
“This can be all over right now if join us, doll,” said Scarlett.
Grasping for air, Belle shook her head. “Is that the best you two can do?”
“It’s your choice.”
Eddie paused for a moment to remove his trousers, grabbed his enormous cock and offered it to the defiant courier. Belle moved her head away from the offering, causing Eddie to grab her hair and pull her head towards his massive organ. She fought with all her strength as the convict attempted to shove his pulsating member between her closed lips. Scarlett came up from behind, grasped both sides of her head, and shoved hard. Belle’s eyes widen with horror as the organ forced her jaw open and slip in between her parched lips. Tears streamed down her face as Eddie rammed his piece in and out of her mouth, her tongue lapping underneath it, moistening it with gleaming saliva. He held her down, left palm pressed heavily against her panting throat. While her lover facial fucked the prisoner's mouth, Scarlett moved around and began to finger the woman’s cunt, slipping two slim fingers into the prone courier’s moist snatch. Belle now wept openly, her skin on fire, the aroma of Eddie's musk making her mouth water and her pussy throb. Eddie moved his left palm from Belle's throat to her right breast, squeezing the soft orb, pinching the stiff nipple with two fingers.
Pulling out his cock, Eddie moved his hand, causing Scarlett to crawl to Belle’s left so he could kneel between Belle’s outspread legs. “No, please don’t,” cried Belle, her tits pumping, her pussy drenched in sweet nectar.
The Powder Ganger Leader smiled at the woman’s feeble protest, grasping the naked woman’s hips and impaling her pussy with his cock. Belle shuddered, mouth open in a long moan as the convict slid deeply into her, his shaft hot and pulsing within her tight vagina. Scarlett bent down to kiss the weeping girl while Eddie humped her cunt, his hips thrusting powerfully between her thighs. Belle tried to push him away, but he slapped her hands away and pounded her pussy even harder.
“Don’t fight it. The more you struggle, the harder we’ll be,” whispered Scarlett.
She caressed Belle’s tongue with her own, the courier’s breath warm against her wet lips. The prisoner’s arms rested limply above her head, her waist jerking back and forth from each overpowering thrust into her belly. Eddie arched his back as he climaxed inside of Belle, his hot cream spilling out between the quivering lips of her pussy.
The Powder Ganger rested his hands on Belle’s kneecaps, breathing heavily from his excursion. “Do you want more or do you want us to stop?”
Belle didn’t bother to answer for she was weeping uncontrollably. Eddie shrugged as he reinserted his hardening cock again into her sloppy, cum filled cunt. Scarlett stretched out her lithe body next to Belle’s, running a fingertip around the woman’s left nipple while she licked the panting woman’s hot left cheek. Belle dug her palms into the cot’s mattress, her hips pumping as Eddie impaled himself again and again into her cunt. She panted loudly, her breasts jiggling, covered in a sheet of sweat. Eddie slapped Belle’s left buttock with an open palm, rubbing her smooth, taut ass. The Powder Ganger placed his left hand over Belle’s clenched stomach, pulling her up against his bare chest. His hands roved over the naked woman’s body, caressing her flushed skin, squeezing her left tit painfully. Lowering his right hand to Belle’s clitoris, he began stroking it, teasing it with his fingers. She moaned, leaning against the Powder Ganger’s muscular body, her hands resting over his while he fondled her breast and rubbed her throbbing clit.
His crotch slapped against her ass, his cock jabbing into her slick vagina. He kissed the back of her neck, and then ran his hot tongue down across her creamy right shoulder. Belle bit her lower lip to stifle a groan of pleasure. The woman’s hips shivered helplessly, her pussy overflowing with her sweet honey. Eddie grasped the back of Belle’s head, turning her face towards his so he could kiss her. The Powder Ganger’s mouth covered the courier’s, his tongue slithering between her trembling lips and down her throat. Belle moaned softly, her breath mingling with his as her orgasm began. The naked woman shuddered, her legs quivering while ecstasy spread from her cunt to her belly. Eddie grunted, spilling his seed inside the woman’s vagina.
He pushed Belle onto her stomach. She lay limply upon the wet bed, her sides heaving, and sweat glistening over every inch of skin as a tear ran down her cheek. “Still resilient even after all this. I command you on your loyalty and spirit, but it looks like you won't be my eyes and ears. But just another one of my whore,” announced Eddie, running his hand up Belle’s left leg, across the back of her thigh, and over her warm left buttock.
"And you still got me," purred Scarlett as she appeared behind him, her hands slowly stroking his member back to life. "How about you do that to me now."
"For you, anything. Martinez, Keith get in here." When the door open, he motion with his hand to the sobbing girl on the cot. "Take her back to the others. Oh, and have some fun with her on the way."
The comment cause Belle eyes to snap open as both laughing men grabbed her, causing her to scream and struggle in their grasp as they dragged her off the cot and out of the room to the stairwell.
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