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Dead and Reburied	By : Casnia Category: +A through F > Borderlands Views: 14177 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author's note: Dedicated to Nisa, who encourages my darker side for selfish enjoyment. You're great and I miss you a bit :]
The bandit pulled Gaige to her feet, then yanked her by her human hand over to the chaise longue and pushed her up to the wall beside it. She stopped the impact with her palm but he shoved her harder until she was flat against the garish wallpaper. He stood close behind her, his still-stiff cock standing between them. He took her left wrist, her mechanical arm, in his left hand. Slowly but surely, he lifted it around, against the wall, until it was above her head... Then pushed it downwards. Gaige screamed in agony and she felt it 'pop.' The bandit lowered it a little, then brought her other arm up to meet it and firmly held both wrists in one of his sizeable hands. His other hand pulled her lower half away from the wall by her hip as he stepped back.

"Tippy toes," he growled.

Gaige obliged, not wanting him to cause unnecessary pain to her shoulder now that it was apparently fixed... She curved her spine and pushed her ass outwards for him, pointing her feet to bring it as high as she could get it.

"Good girl," he said derisively, as he slipped his thick cock under her skirt. His tone and her position sent a shiver up her body. She braced herself as she felt him press against her again. He pushed his thick length back inside, grunting at the sensation. He ripped her stockings even further so he could feel the smooth, soft skin of her ass cheek and give her a hard grope, digging the tips of his fingers into her flesh before he began to piston his cock inside her again.
With her face pressed against the wall and her ass sticking out, Gaige felt the grasp around her wrists release. The bandit straightened up, pushed her skirt up over her ass and wrapped his hands around her blessedly shapely teenage hips as he fucked her.

"Ohh," he groaned, "brave Vault Hunter..."

He slammed into her harder, emphasising his words with her pathetic coos and whimpers. "You think you're so godamn smart." Her face flushed. She knew she couldn't get away, with him holding her hips in this vice-like grip. He was making her his bitch. A meagre, degenerate marauder was making Gaige his bitch.

"You're just another little cumslut. The only useful thing about you is your tight little cunt ...which you've just handed to me on a silver platter." He sighed, emanating yet more smug happiness and giving her a swift spank as he rutted her some more before slowing down a little. "Along with something else I think I'll take for a spin." He gave another overtly-hard thrust, then pulled out abruptly and sauntered, cock out, over to the large pit that had been his home for the last few months. Gaige turned around and saw him picking up a couple of strips of shredded curtain. She wasn't going to wait to find out what they were for. Without another thought, she ran the short distance to him and kicked him into the pit ...only to have him grab her foot as he fell, pulling her with him.
When they hit the dirt with a thud, he wrestled her onto her front, pulling off her jacket and yanking her arms behind her back. The pain in her shoulder forced a strangled yelp from her. She tried to keep her head above the dust, with only just enough room for her to lie down. Still holding her wrists, he swivelled around and swung a leg over to straddle her backwards. He pinned her arms together with his legs and sat down, inadvertently shoving her chin into the dirt with a light thud. She groaned in frustration, her head thumping and angry tears welling in her eyes again. He used one of the fabric strips that had fallen in with them, tying her up with little difficulty. Her skirt had come up over her bare ass again in the scuffle and her bound hands now rested lightly in the cleft of her round cheeks. He spanked both of them and her eyes slammed shut as she flinched. Apparently satisfied, the bandit got off her and told her to get up.
Wriggling reluctantly, Gaige managed to pull her knees up beneath herself, spread wide, begrudging the bandit the sort of view almost every straight man in Pandora would do terrible things to see. She had to mash her own hair into the dirt in order to get herself into an upright kneeling position.

"Hold it there," he said before she could shift her knees closer together.

She heard him approach and felt his fingertips on the nape of her neck. Goosebumps spread from his touch, the feeling amplifying the ache between her thighs. It was as if he'd read her mind, as she heard him moving behind her and then felt his fingertips caress her pussy, making her flinch and sending jolts of electric pleasure directly to her clit and somewhere behind her navel.

"Does the little cumslut always wear a collar or is it only when she's inviting filthy bandits to plough her 'pristine pinkness?'"
The marauder got down on his knees between her calves, pulling her in close to him, then reached up the front of her skirt and pushed one finger as far as it would go into her deliciously tight, still-dripping pussy. He slipped it out again and pressed the cum-slick finger against her mouth. He only had to wait a moment before she parted her lips for him like a good girl. She whimpered pitifully; The mingled tastes of the two of them were intoxicating.

This is his trigger finger, she realised dimly, her brow knotting slightly. His other hand slipped under her shirt, which barely covered her midriff, and found its way underneath her bra again.

How many innocents has this finger and its gun slaughtered?

He tugged the straps off her shoulders like the sleeves of her tshirt and pulled the bra down beneath her supple breasts. He grunted, her tongue slowly but thoroughly tracing every little crease and callous, and he teased one of her nipples as she progressed to sucking in the taste of him. She could feel his cock pressing against her again through the fabric of her skirt ...and she couldn't help but back up into him. Just a little. The bandit responded by roughly biting her bare shoulder and pushing his hips harder against her.
He pulled his finger from her mouth, slipped two back into her pussy and started to fuck her again, licking and biting her shoulder as he groped and teased her with his rough fingers. Her head fell back against him with a bout of ragged panting, as he throbbed against her ass cheek.

"What's the matter, Vault Hunter," he asked gruffly.

Her head came forwards and she cried out, starting to double over before he pushed her back into him by her chest.

"Hmm? Didn't catch that."

When Gaige did not respond with anything but an "nnf," the bandit slipped his fingers out. Gaige's eyes opened hazily.

"Please," she gasped...

"Please, what," he asked coldly. He started to rub her clit slowly.

"Please, m-more," she stammered.

He sighed, then slid his hands up her body, took a strap of her bra in one and - snick - cut it free with the rusty blade of his pistol. Before Gaige had even registered that he'd had his weapon on him the entire time, he'd done the same to the other one and put it away. He undid the bra and let it fall to the ground. The sleeves of her her little shirt hung loosely off her shoulders, held up solely by her modest breasts. She glanced down. The badass skull print seemed to be mocking her.

"You had a gun," she asked huskily.
The man ignored her, stood up and stepped around to the front of her, to greet her with his rock-hard cock.

"Sit up properly," he said, which she gratefully proceeded to do. She'd just realised how much her knees were starting to hurt. Gaige got a good look at his cock for the first time and saw that it could easily be over eight inches long and almost as thick as her favourite shotgun. Almost. The head was broad and blunt: equally as broad as the engorged shaft, making her wonder if she'd even be able to get it down her throat. Such a handsome piece of equipment was wasted on a bandit, really. However, it was coated in a thin layer of dust from their struggle in the pit.

"Thanks to your fun little outburst." He smirked as he noticed she'd seen the dirt. "You should be careful what you wish for." He took her puffy pigtails in his hands. "As much as I know you love a dirty bandit dick..." He began to steer her mouth towards it but she resisted. "Clean it up. It's for your own good, little girl," he muttered malevolently.

Gaige conceded that she'd rather clean it with her mouth than have it shoved in elsewhere, grit and all. It was so close to her face that she could smell herself on him.
She tentatively opened her mouth and stuck out her tongue, then resisted again as he pulled on her pigtails.

"I know how to suck a cock, marauder."

"Oh, goody," he said in a low rumble, "a Vault Hunter that doesn't need instructions." He let go of her hair.

"What's stopping me from biting it off," she asked.

"You're boring me," he drawled.

Gaige narrowed her eyes in a pout. Nevertheless, she let loose her tongue and began to lick the dust away from his thick shaft, the otherwise-bland taste of sandy earth infused with the taste of his bitter cum and the tang of her own pussy. This sparked a certain outrage in her mind when her body suddenly longed to have him shoot his disgusting load onto her tongue. She whimpered in frustration, before spitting dirt onto the ground beside her.

"Less licking, more sucking," he ordered, though with a little less conviction than usual. He was obviously enjoying her tongue. Gaige ignored him and ducked around his twitching pole so she could lick his balls as well. A furtive hand on her head in response told her that he had panicked. Gaige grinned. ...Or perhaps he wasn't into having his orbs licked and sucked by a bound eighteen-year-old? Whatever it was, he allowed her to continue unabated.
After acquainting her mouth with the virile cum-makers that had spanked her ass as she was fucked on the floor, Gaige turned her attention back to the protrusion that was positively bouncing with anticipation, wondering if she ought to be feeling far less inclined at this point... She was about to suck an actual bandit's cock. His hand still on her hair, the marauder started to push her again. Gaige licked away the glistening precum that adorned the tip. It twitched again and she groaned hungrily. She wrapped her lips around it to keep it still and began to suck slowly. The hand stopped pushing.

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Gaige's upper body hit the floor with a thud as she was hoisted up over the edge of the pit. Bent over at ninety degrees, her long legs dangled before the marauder and her ass was at perfect ...face-height. Strong, somewhat-grubby fingers groped the thick flesh, as the bandit spread her ass cheeks for licking, spitting and nibbling at his leisure. He delved deep into her pussy and felt her body squirm. She gasped into the fabric that he'd gagged her with. Then he poked into her ass with his tongue and she squealed. Suddenly, she tried wriggling free. The bandit sniggered and drew his face back to watch her. Gaige felt his movement and tried to kick him but misjudged, the man retaliating instantly. He grabbed her thighs, sliding his hands down past her knees and over her lean calves, stopping at her ankles and tying those up too. He swung her legs unceremoniously over the top of the pit.
He climbed out himself and flung the teenager, wearing her skirt, trainers, flimsy scrap of a teeshirt, and what were now essentially thigh-high stockings, over the curved arm of the chaise longue. Her face pressed into the musty-smelling cushion and her ass was helplessly high, her shoes touching the floor but unable to shift her position at all. The blood-coloured fabric of the chair was torn and pocked with bullet holes ...and absolutely covered in unwholesome stains. She heard his fly undo again, then felt the the broad head of his handsome cock sliding up and down her slit, gathering wetness before pushing it slowly past her glossy lips again. He fucked her with ease for a while, his legs on either side of hers and his hands pushing up her skirt, on her hips and ass, squeezing, scratching and spanking. Gaige could do nothing but take it and try to breath. Although, even breathing was difficult at times, helpless to prevent him from pile driving his meat-helmet against her cervix whenever he wanted. Then the marauder slowed to a stop. He pointedly spread her soft cheeks and Gaige felt a strange and unfamiliar sensation. She wasn't sure it was wetness until he was smearing his own spit around her asshole with one of his rough thumbs.
To her dismay, his thumb pressed against her tiny hole and then made its way through it. Her forehead knotted and she fell silent. He fucked her pussy with his thumb in her ass and her fingernails pressed hard into her fists as he chuckled under his breath. He withdrew his cock again and then slid it upwards.

"Mm! Mmhm mm," she protested, trying to shake her head. The thumb slipped out and something slick, warm and impossibly large was now pressing against her rosebud. No, she begged, panic writhing in her gut. Her muffled cries did little more than bring an upward curl to the corner of the bandit's mouth, though she couldn't see from down against the cushion. She tried to look back at him to give him a pleading look but she was well and truly stuck in this position. With her hands and feet bound, there was nothing she could do to defend herself or to escape. She couldn't even summon Deathtrap.
"I underestimated you after all," he grunted as he pushed his cock through with some difficulty, Gaige quivering and screaming into her gag. "You're even tighter than I thought."

Gaige's muffled noises of agony fell mute for a moment, giving way to violent sobs as the cock that she'd only just begun to like now filled her ass completely and began to pull out rather less slowly. Within moments, he was fucking her mercilessly. His monstrous cock filled her over and over again, dragging what felt to Gaige like its entire length out and then pushing it all back in again. Her thoughts flickered from the pain he was delving into her most private place to the pain she would rain down upon him just as soon as she was able. She listened to him grunting and sighing and tried to imagine what he'd sound like if their roles were reversed and she were fucking him with his own pistol. The one with the rusty blade.

"Where'd your pretty screams go, merc?"

The bandit's arms came down on either side of her shoulders and he continued to thrust as he removed her gag.

"I thought you said I'd enjoy this," she said in a desperate cry. The weight of his body on hers was pressing her thighs together tighter, her clit beginning to throb.

He chucked and she felt rough skin brush against her nipple. "Arrogant little Vault Hunter." He rolled the little nub of flesh between his thumb and forefinger. "I said you were gonna love it." He made her yelp when he pushed back again, thrusting far too deep as he got himself upright. "You oughta learn the difference."
She felt another gob of spit being smeared around her sensitive skin ...but she wished she'd just go numb already. He spanked her three times as he picked up the speed, fucking her faster and listening to her groan and gasp loudly. "Thaaat's better," he grunted.

It sounded like he was getting close. Gaige tried to go back to her fantasy about the pistol to distract her but the noises he was making were distracting her, causing her pussy to ache and burn. She noticed that her own exhausted cries betrayed her, sounding a lot like breaths of pleasure instead of screams of agony. But she couldn't stop it. The feeling of him inside her was too overwhelming to bear quietly... And the noises she was making seemed to coax him closer to finishing, which was something she was very much looking forward to. She bit her lip.

"Fuck," she gasped, her voice rather high and plaintive. She didn't want him to finish so it would be over... She wanted it because the thought of him filling her ass with cum sent ripples of warm pleasure to her cunt. "Fuck ...me," she panted, "haanh... please..."

The bandit went quiet as he fucked her, listening to her garbled begging.

"God... fuck me," she moaned a little louder. "Please, more!" His thrusts were fast and steady and his fingertips dug into his handfuls of her flesh. "I want your cum inside me," she cried like a spoilt child begging for another treat.

"Yeah?" She could hear the bandit's laughter in his voice.

"You always wanted it, whore, admit it."

"I love it," she whimpered. "Please, I did... I wanted it the whole time..."

"You're a bad little Vault Hunter," he smirked.
"You're pathetic. What are you?" Another gob of spit.

"I'm not pathetic," she moaned.

"No?" He spanked her hard. "What will your buddies in the Crimson Lance say when they found out you're fucking bandits and letting them go?"

"I'm not fucking bandits," she whimpered defensively.

"Just me, huh? Am I special?" He had slowed right down, seemingly savouring the feeling of her tightness and forcing her to do the same. "Was it the lights in my goggles," he asked in a derisively wistful tone. "Couldn't resist the vault symbol on my bandanna?" He sniggered, groping her harder. "Maybe it was the fact that I've slaughtered the families of half the people in this town for some petty cash and ammo."

Gaige's breath caught in her throat. She screwed her eyes shut and squeezed her thighs together tighter ...and her clit throbbed threateningly.

"Maybe," he said, "it's because you knew I'd sell you all to Handsome Jack for a fucking sandwich. Is that why you wanted my hot jizz in every one of your pretty little holes?"

Gaige started to feel an orgasm building up inside her and she coaxed it out dreamily, hating everything he was saying and finding that it was bringing her over the edge.

"You thought, 'here's this asshole buried in the ground. I bet he's done some nasty shit. I want him to violate me with his dirty bandit cock. I wanna feel his seed oozing outta my pussy and my ass and I wanna drink it down like a thirsty whore because I know he'd rape me and all my pretty friends if he got the chance.'"

"Aaanh-..."

The bandit scoffed in disbelief as Gaige's whole body suddenly began to shudder and convulse in a guilty climax.

"Is that right," he said, spanking her hard again and picking up the pace, before falling silent himself. She whimpered and gasped as he fucked her hard, gripping her round cheeks tightly. His breath quickly became ragged and he groaned, his body hardening against hers, making her scream with pain and relief as he slammed his load deep into her ass. He filled her to the brim and she felt the warm liquid seeping out in his last few thrusts, trickling down between her spread lips and making her pussy ache so much it almost hurt.
The marauder pulled out and gave Gaige another spank for good measure, before stepping around to sit on the chaise longue beside her panting head. He tucked his cock away and did up his trousers.

"Here's where I can't leave because I know I'm dead as soon as I step out that door."

There was a silence, bar the dulled sound of music coming from the next room.

"Aren't you going to untie me," Gaige mumbled into the cushion. The bandit sighed and ran his fingers through his short hair.

"Fuck it." He got up and Gaige heard his footsteps travelling towards the door.

"Wait, what the fuck are you doing" she yelped as the music got louder.

"Getting myself a fighting chance," he grumbled as he left, the door swinging shut after him. She heard the muffled sound of gunfire and then - she wasn't sure but - screaming. Gaige gritted her teeth and her heart beat fast like that of a frightened rabbit. She was screwed, no matter what happened. Someone was going to find her like this and it filled her belly with writhing nerves. A moment later, the door burst open again and she froze, unable to crane her neck far enough to see. Whoever it was, they stood there for a while, presumably looking at Gaige.

"Uh, could whoever that is maybe help me?" She heard the door shut once again.
Then, the sound of heeled boots sashaying slowly across the floorboards towards her. Soft fingertips dragged lightly up her thigh.

"What do we have here," asked a very familiar voice.

"Moxxi-..." Gaige began.

"Looks like someone's been a very bad girl." Moxxi's fingernails trailed across Gaige's ass cheek. "Have you come to replace my toy?"
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