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

Chapter Four: Dangerous Alliances

            Keep your friends close, and your enemies closer! - Sun-tzu, Chinese General & Military Strategist (~400 BC)

            "Well I can see your still walking straight so your audience couldn't have been for some fun," stated Colette as she watch Belle walk through the open gate to reenter their holding area. When she didn't fire back with a wisecrack and just instead stood there with a blank stare on her face even after both doors were secured behind her she began to get nervous. "What is it? What's wrong?"
            She didn't answer at first as she walk over to the table and slip into the bench causing the other girls to stop what they were doing and take notice of Belle's silent demeanor.
            Gwen approached the brunette woman and sat down beside her as the others began to cluster around her. "Belle, are you okay?"
            Belle nodded her head, blinking her eyes as she did. Finally she spoke, softly but extremely clear so they could all hear what she was about to say. "The NCR is about to assault Primm within the next week or so. Eddie fears if the town falls back into their hands it won't be long before troops begin encircling the NCRCF to retake it as well."
            No one said a word or utter a sound at first as to what Belle had just announced. Then Miho let out a cry of joy and wrapped her arms around Gwen before starting to bounce excitedly up and down. The blonde former secretary was taken aback at first but quickly join in the impromptu celebration. Even little quiet Emma got into the act by hugging both of the bouncing women. That was the reaction that Belle was expecting to come but she was a bit surprised that it was Colette and not her who silence the cheerful women.
            "Enough. We're not of this yet and we got other problems to worry about now."
            "Such as what? The troopers are going to wipe the floor with them," stated Gwen.
            "Yeah and us as well," added Belle.
            The remark wasn't intended to sarcastic, but to Miho it was. "And what is that suppose to mean? I highly doubt the troopers are going to gangbang us in celebration after retaking this dump heap."
            "That wasn't what she meant," Colette remarked. "The NCR doesn't know that the Powder Gangers are holding hostages so they might see everyone in here as an enemy combative which mean its shoot first, ask questions later."
            "But we won't have to worry if we stay locked up in here. They'll be able to see that we're prisoners and not Powder Gangers," Miho responded.
            Sadly Colette shook her head and explained, "I highly doubt that when facing annihilation they won't utilize us as human shields to try and protect their sorry asses thinking the troopers won't kill innocent civilians. If the mission is deemed a 'Contain and Seize' then civilian causalities will be permitted by the higher echelons. This here is a correction facility that has fallen into the hands of the convicts so it's not like they're assaulting a town like Primm where they'll attempt to keep civilian losses at a minimal. This is a completely hostile target and they'll treat it as such with full abandonment and disregard to collateral damage."
            Hearing the former guard's explanation, Gwen sank back into a chair, her face becoming ashen in hue as she said, "To survive everything we've been through only to perish in the assault by your rescuers seem to be too cruel of a pun."
            "I didn't survive months of being gang raped and turned into sex toy only to call it quits when we're so damn close of getting out of here," stated Miho. "There has got to be a way that we can prevent it."
            "There is no way we can get word out notifying the NCR that the Powder Gangers are holding hostages within the facility," replied Colette.
            Those words haunted Belle. There was a way to get word to the NCR of hostages being held within the correctional facilities, but she couldn’t just leave her friends behind even if it meant helping the Powder Gangers. And she wasn’t about to fuck an NCR officer that might become either her or one of her friends’ executioners.
            "I'm afraid there isn't much hope for us."
            "We can escape!"
            Now all eyes were back on Belle and her ridiculous comment.
            "And how do we plan that?" asked Gwen. "They keep us locked up in here unless we leave to satisfy them and even then the guards are armed."
            "Not to mention all the lock gates and doors between here and the visitor center with even more guards," added Colette. "And most of the doors are opened from the other side and not by a set of keys. So even if we manage to overpower the guards in here we would never be able to secure a passage to the visitor center without the presence of another guard. And I don't think any of them would be sympathetic to our cause to help us escape."
            Belle knew that Colette was right. The interior security within the facility was extremely well thought out and managed to prevent any unauthorized access to hall or passageways that allow any fleeing woman to escape the interior of the correctional facility without help. And she hadn't run across any Powder Ganger within the correctional facility that would risk their own life to help them out at all.
            "There is someone."
            The unknown voice was wavering and seemed to have been croak out of long unused vocal cords. Belle along with the others allow their gazes to befall upon tiny little Emma who stood at the end of the table. She glanced over towards Colette who mouth 'did she really speak' towards her. Shrugging, she turned her gaze back to the little girl who to all their utter astonishment spoke again, her voice becoming louder.
            "I know someone within here that can help us."

            Smoke billowed from the third and fourth floor windows of the old Bison Steve Hotel. Towards the corner of the old rundown casino, angry red and yellow flames shot out of a ragged hole that once sported a window. The ancient concrete siding that had weathered hundreds of years of sand storms, severe downpours, and unrelenting heat was pocketed with jagged holes marking the impact of tens of thousands of high velocity rounds. A machine gun started to sound its deathly cries again as puffs of concrete exploded out all around a window on the upper most floor of the hotel. There was a sudden sight of a projectile before it disappeared through the opening, followed by a sudden flash before the window and a small area around it came flying out to litter the street below with debris.
            It took only a few seconds for the sounds of carnage to reach the hilltop that overlook Primm that served as the Tactical Operations Center for the NCR Army, but even at this distant it jolted Sunny to her very core. She stood riveted in place, watching a squad of earth color uniformed troopers dashing from one building to the next, allowing themselves to be exposed in the open streets for just a few mere moments. It had taken her weeks to clear the southernmost caravan routes at the request from Ranger Jackson and even after she succeeded it had taken close to a month for the higher ups at McCarran to finally sanction a military operation against the Powder Gangers to retake the town of Primm and Correctional Facility. It wasn't as fast as she once hoped when she'd set off for the Mojave Outpost months ago but at least it was finally happening.
            Beside her, Cheyenne let out a few whimpers. A few troopers look up from what they were doing and gave the mutt a sympathetic look before returning to their duties. This caused a smile to cross Sunny's face at the thought that the troopers were figuring that the sounds of combat was frightening the poor dog when in fact she was whimpering because she wasn't right down in the thick of it. Reaching down, she gave her faithful companion a good scratch behind her ears and a pat to the head to put her at ease. This wasn't their time or place to join in on the fight.
            "Won't be long now," a voice said next to her.
            Glancing up and away from Cheyenne, Sunny saw that Ranger Jackson had quietly came up next to her. He'd forgone his normal light duty Ranger uniform and was now wearing a thick set of green combat armor that protected the vital parts of his body from projectiles and fragmentation while allowing him full mobility.
            "Hadn't gone as exactly to plan, did it?"
            Major Knight's Battalion had been given the assignment of taking Primm with an additional two companies held in reserves that had been transferred in from McCarran. According to what she'd learn the assault was suppose to be a pincer movement with a diversion set towards the west side of Primm with the main assaults coming from the north and south to envelope the town and cut off any avenues of escape. The assault had run smoothly, however no one had taken into account the fact if the Powder Gangers didn't bite on the diversion and instead hunker down in the fortified hotel instead. Guess none of the officers gave the cons any credit when it came to tactical decisions, she thought silently to herself and that oversight caused the attacking units to get bogged down. The battle plan called for the operation to last a mere six hours from start to finish with low causalities; the battle for Primm was now well into its second day, but fortunately causalities were still light.
            "No battle plan survives first contact with the enemy," stated Jackson. "The cons are putting up stiffer resistance than command anticipated."
            Another explosion off in the distance tore yet another chunk out of the Bison as white smoke billowed up to cover the street masking the approach for the assaulting troopers. Machine guns started chanting their waltz of death followed by a few more eruptions, one of which that tossed debris hundreds of feet into the blue sky above. Sunny cringed at making out one of the failing objects as a body. She just hoped it was a Powder Ganger's and not a NCR trooper's.
            The sight wasn't lost on Jackson either who muttered, "War is hell," and left it at that.
            About two hours later the sounds of fighting had died to a whisper with only an occasional shot ringing out in the dead stillness that now hung over Primm. It was amazing to Sunny to see who fast it could go from utter and complete chaos of combat to the eerie stillness that mark the end of hostilities. Although she was at a distance, she thought she could almost hear the moans of the wounded that were being moved from town to the medical triage center that had been erected close to the west entrance to the town once the fighting had started.
            Hearing the shuffling of boot heels, Sunny glanced over her shoulder to see Major Knight approaching them. He ignored her completely, addressing only the Ranger officer beside her. "Primm is ours, sir. Not many of the cons surrendered, but we do have a few prisoners. All of them are wounded, of course, but I'm sure we'll be able to get some intelligence from them on the state of the correctional facility."
            Jackson nodded but his gaze was solely lock on the wounded troopers below. "What about our causalities?"
            "Fourteen dead times three wounded. They just didn't want to give up that damn hotel. Not bad for all things considered."
            "The correctional facility is going to be a tougher nut to crack then here," stated Jackson. "Command wants to implement Contain and Seize which I thought was a bit premature but it might be a better opinion for the main assault. The cons will show no quarter to the men there as they did here maybe even worse."
            "I concur," replied Knight. "Recon units will be dispatch tonight to start getting a lay of the land so we can start our planning."
            The conversation between the two men went on for bit involving logistics, support, combat strength, and ready reserves for the main effort to retake the correction facility. However Sunny had keyed on the first comment about which battle plan was better for the assault and had a question she wanted to ask but decided to wait until the NCR Major had departed to ask Jackson.
            When she did, the Ranger explained, "It's a controversial battle plan that the NCR utilizes to ensure success when attempting to take a heavily fortify target. It was use to great effectiveness against the Brotherhood of Steel during Operation Sunburst at HELIOS One."
            "If it was so effective then why is it so controversial?" asked Sunny.
            "Because it eliminates the soldiers' concerns about potential collateral damage. When Contain and Seize battle plan is implemented, all statuses that protect non-combatants are removed and anyone within the target area is considered to be enemy combatants. To my knowledge this has only been used at Bitter Springs and of course HELIOS One."
            "But Bitter Springs was a massacre," stated Sunny. "Are you telling me the same battle plan you're going to use was the same that killed hundreds of innocent people?" When the Ranger didn't answer, Sunny grew upset and grabbed his armor, forcing him to face her. "Answer me, goddamn it?"
            The NCR Ranger took a long deep breath before grabbing her arms and pulled them free from him. "You wanted the Powder Gangers dealt with to save Goodsprings. Why do you care what tactic we use to achieve those results?"
            "Because I got a friend in there being held captive by those bastards," she spat out. "I came asking for help to save Goodsprings but also to save her as well."
            "I'm sorry for your friend, Sunny, I really am, but I have my orders," announced Jackson.
            “Is that all you NCR types care about is orders? Don’t you have any honor or empathy?”
            Jackson didn’t bother to her retort. As he turned to leave, Sunny couldn't contain herself any longer. Grabbing the Ranger's shoulder pauldron, she whirled him back around and landed a hard right to his jaw causing him to go staggering backwards from the blow. A group of troopers who witness the transgression came running up, weapons drawn causing Cheyenne to jump in between them and Sunny, snarling viciously while snapping her glistening jaw.
            "And here I thought you were different from the others," Sunny said, her shoulders trembling from the rage within her. "But you’re no different. The NCR can go to hell for all I care."
            And with that she turned and went storming out the camp back towards Goodsprings.

Pacing around the room, Belle tried to calm her nerves but to no avail; she was more nervous than a virgin girl standing naked before her first lover. It had taken little Emma a few weeks to set up this meeting, a few weeks they thought they didn't have at first but the NCR seem a bit reluctant to capitalize on their gains after taking Primm from Powder Ganger control. From what they'd been able to piece together was that the army was slowly clearing out the surrounding areas around the prison facility to the south and west but had stop their eastward advance in Dead Wind Valley. The furthest north the NCR advancement had reach was the outskirts of Goodspings from what she overheard some cons stating the other night. Colette figured the NCR was just bidding time now to reinforce their units while conducting psychological warfare on the inmates before making the final assault.
            Which meant the window of escape was closing rapidly. While waiting for little Emma to come through with her end, the rest of them had kept themselves busy in their planning operations; Colette had fashion some shanks from some scrap metal that Gwen had been able to procure, Miho manage to plot the escape route, and she'd been gathering intelligence on the amount of guards and the location of where they were stationed at. And that number was dwindling with each passing day. Eddie was getting more paranoid the longer the NCR held off their assault and was sending more and more of his men out at the slightest indication of a possible attack. Not only did this wear on the cons, but they also lost a couple each time to NCR snipers that had taken up observation points in the hills overlooking the prison.
            For the escape, the general consensus amongst the girls was not to dress in prison uniforms that could make them out as possible Powder Gangers. This meant that they would have to wear the more revealing outfits they had and forgo with any body armor that they could take from the guards. Both she and Colette didn't like that idea, but they'd agreed when the others thought it would be for the best to keep them from being shot by the snipers.
            The tumble of the lock ripped Belle from her thoughts causing her to take a deep breath to steady herself as she turn to face the door. The inmate that emerged from the other side wasn't what she suspected; he was an older man then most of the inmates with a salt and pepper beard and bags underneath his tired-looking eyes. His skin was weathered and the way he walks spoke volumes to the burden that he carried on his shoulders. He closed the door behind him and took off his wide brim, black hat showing off his graying black hair as he rubbed the back of his head.
            He let out a long sigh as he casually tossed his hat to the table. "I didn't know anyone would willingly ask to meet with me. Not unless they were looking for trouble. But my Little Emma had me promise so what's your story?" he asked.
            Belle felt herself bristling at him calling Emma his, but the young teenage girl had assured her that he wasn't like the others. "And I take it your Meyers," she replied.
            "And you're the Wild Desert Belle that everyone talks about," countered Meyers. "Don't look like much but whatever. So what is it that you want to talk to me about?"
            "Emma said we can trust you. Can we?"
            "Well I can either say yes or no, or I could lie to get you to trust me. So I guess it just falls on your judge of character."
            "Fair enough. We need your help."
            When she didn't continue, Meyers snorted and let out a little laugh. "You're going to have to be a little bit more specific with what you need to me to help you with."
            "Escaping."
            He said nothing at first as Belle watch him closely. Finally he said, "That there is the most wildest and craziness of notion I've heard in a long time. Why do you think I'm going to risk my neck to help you escape."
            "I'm not escaping, all of us are. Me, Emma, Colette, and the rest."
            Now he seemed to get a bit nervous at hearing the true scope of what she was asking. "So I take it all of you are going to bust out of here just when the NCR are poised to retake this heap."
            "Better than to be used as human shields when that happens."
            Meyers nodded his head at that statement. "I can't blame you there. But why do you think I'm going to help you girls escape?"
            "Because you know right from wrong from being a sheriff."
            "Yeah and sometimes justice is a little slow, and I helped speed it up one too many times on that account. And look where it got me? Right and wrong you say, there is no right and wrong, just lots and lots of shade of gray. I'm not sorry for anything I did, but I was willing to do the time for it. Fair enough trade, if you ask me."
            "Then why did you stay here when you could've left after the break out?"
            "I'm not quite sure the kind of greeting NCR troopers or Rangers will give an escaped con like me. I didn't partake in the escape or the massacre that followed. I kept my head down the whole time since I didn't want any part of it. Figure it's better to stay put thinking the NCR would show up and put things back the way they were. No sense in making myself look guilty, right?"
            “Was that your only reason?”
            His eyes narrowed upon hearing her words. “How much do you know about the NCR or its Rangers?”
            Belle shrugged her shoulders. “If you’re asking about my loyalty to the NCR I can tell you it isn’t much if any.”
            “And the Rangers?”
            “Not much. Heard about them is all.”
            “Then you don’t know how consume they are to justice at times. So much in fact bounties are even placed on heads of Rangers because of it. If you think that they wouldn’t put a bullet in the forehead of someone they suspected of being an escaped con from here then sweetie, you’re dumber than you are beautiful. And I know they got a list of names and picture of everyone sentence here so when they come to retake this place they’ll cross check every corpse and survivor with that list to make sure everyone is accounted for. And if not, I pray for those sorry poor bastards that haven’t ran as far away from NCR territory as they could.”
            "And what about Emma?" she asked.
            "What about her?"
            "She told me what you've done for her. You gave her your own food so she could have more then what Eddie was allowing them to eat. You watched over her as much as I try to do. Don't you want to see her happy away from here?"
            A quiet chuckle asked his lips as he shook his head. “Is that what she thinks? Is that what she told you? Do you know what would happen to me if the cons found out that I was trying to keep her from them? I would be swinging from the nearest post or roof support with a rope tied around my neck. When I requested her was so it was someone I could talk to and that’s it.”    She felt her shoulders sank and her legs getting weaker. The bed springs grown as she collapsed onto it. “To talk to her?” she asked, still shocked by his previous response.
            Meyers nodded as his head as he explained, “I once had family that I cared about. Had a beautiful wife and an even lovelier daughter, Hazel was her name. Both of them were my girls and I was fiercely protective of them, now looking back maybe even a bit too protective. I didn’t care much for the NCR, but my wife did and spun into my little girl’s head about how fortunate we were to have a structured government and powerful army watching over us and that we should all do our part in helping it get stronger for future generations. Well, Hazel took it too heart and when she was old enough she volunteered for military service over my strong objections. The last time I ever got to talk to her was before she left and that was an argument than a talk.
            Got a few letters through the mail a couple times a year telling us how great it felt being part of the army and the difference she was help making by destroying Raider groups and chasing out tribes that failed to adhere to the laws of the NCR. The last letter we got was her telling us that her unit was shipping out to some faraway place that had the largest pre-war, manmade structure that was being threatened by some invading army. Couple months later we got an ‘official’ government piece of paper saying Hazel had fallen in some battle protecting the NCR from an invading horde of tribals in the Far East. That was three years ago.” As he finished he gaze back up to the Courier and said, “I talk to Emme because this is my way of cooping with the pain of not being able to tell my own daughter all the things I wanted to say to her before but never got the chance to do so.”
            As Meyers finished his sad tale, the silence that befell on the room was near deafening. It was an all too familiar tale that was common amongst the inhabitants of the Wasteland and Belle knew it all too well. So when Meyers turned and said to her, “Do you have any idea how that feels?” all she could do was stay silence and allow her eyes to drift towards the concrete floor.
            Even if she wanted to answer and express her feelings towards his remorse she couldn’t. It was a part of her past that she’d pushed into her subconscious realm and never wanted to think about it again. That life of hers was gone and over; only this one remain. And this one would soon be over if she didn’t manage to get his help. When a man is hurting on the inside, the best way to ease the pain and make him do whatever you want is to dull his senses. And that can be achieved by a pretty face, a nice smile, and one hell of a blow job!
            Remembering the advice from Pretty Sarah back in another old life of hers, she stood up from the edge of the bed and slowly made her way over to Meyers. Standing before him, she reached down to cup his chin and lift his face up to allow his gaze to follow the outline of her body before resting on her eyes. Neither of them spoke or said a word as Belle lowered his lips towards his. He didn’t fight the embrace or her probing appendage that slip into his moist orifice seeking his own.
            He broke the embrace before Belle could be easing himself backwards. She was almost expecting him to tell her of, but instead said, “I just want you to know that I haven’t been with a woman in a very long time.”
            This caused her to smile as she said, “Don’t worry. Just lean back and I’ll do all the work.”
When the ex-Sheriff nodded, Belle lowered herself to her knees, her fingers working the fasteners on the man’s trousers. Freeing his piece, she gave the limp member a few quick strokes before wrapping her ruby lips over his rod. He groaned blissfully and clung to edges of the seat cushion while Belle sucked deeply upon his rising cock, her slim, alabaster fingers lightly squeezing his dangling balls, clenching the base of his veined shaft as her pink tongue drenched his member in warm saliva. Grunting, Meyers humped Isabelle’s lovely innocent-looking face, as he watched her devour his aching prick, her ruby lips engulfing his meat, drawing the long cock completely into her wet mouth and tight throat.
Tilting her head so she could meet his gaze, Belle looked at him with hot, lust filled blue eyes. She licked his pulsating prick from balls to heaving tip, fondling the erect shaft with her soft, warm lips, moaning with pleasure as she stroked his meat with her fingers while sucking each of his swollen testicles through her hungry mouth. He groaned as the tip of his shaft exploded in the courier’s mouth as she sucked him dry of every drop of cum.
“The Wild Desert Belle, you’re a dirty little cunt, aren’t yea,” he said between gasp of air.
Belle smiled up at him. “Takes one to know one, Meyers. Now will you help us?”
Eyeing the short dress that she wore, he release his grip on the edges of the creaking chair to grasp the kneeling courier’ small shoulders. “Before I agree, I want to taste that sweet little cunt of yours that everyone talks about around here.”
Pulling Belle to her feet, the ex-sheriff turned con spun her around, pushing her forward so she leaned out over the chair. He was so rough with her that she exclaimed in a startled voice, “I thought you were a sheriff?”
Yanking down the spaghetti straps of Belle’s tight black silk dress he replied, “I was. But as I said, justice was a bit too slow for my liking so I sped it up. Just like I’m speeding this up.” He reached up underneath her slim, pale arms to squeeze her soft, warm breasts to make his point. Belle leaned back against Meyers, moaning wantonly, using her left hand to fondle his jutting manhood.
Letting Belle’s pliant breasts fall, Meyers placed his right palm between her bare shoulder blades and pushed Belle, bending her over the chair. Snatching the glittering hem of her short, tight dress, he slid the black silk up the young woman’s lush, slender thighs, until her taut, creamy buttocks were freed from the gown with only the black silk strand of a g‑string panties covering her pussy.
Belle gasped softly when he jerked down her panties and moaned when he buried his hard, long shaft inside her wet, pink snatch, his muscular thighs smashing into her bared buttocks. Humping the courier over the chair, Meyers clung to the panting woman’s parted thighs, holding her slim, sensual limbs apart while he rammed his cock into her constricting vagina over and over again. Clenching the sides of the chair, Belle threw back her head and panted raggedly, rolling her pelvis and grinding her ass into the ex-Sheriff’s pounding crotch. Honey dripped down her splayed legs as he speared into her shuddering belly again and again, driving her to a mind blowing orgasm that left her slick, pale thighs quivering.
“Ah yeah. Almost there. Damn your pussy is wet,” moaned Meyers as he slammed his rod harder into her love tunnel.
The rocking motion was finally too much for her elbows to support causing her to slip forward and downwards until her elbows made contact with the cushion of the chair yet she found herself pumping her hips in sequence as she impaled herself harder upon the ex-sheriff’s throbbing shaft. Meyers flexed his pelvis and thrust into Belle’s shuddering belly over and over, letting go of Belle’s bouncing ripe breasts and clutched the naked courier’s pumping buttocks. He squeezed the firm, luscious ass cheeks, spreading them apart so that her wet snatch opened even wider for his slamming, stabbing cock.
Biting down hard on her quivering lower lip to stifle the cries of ecstasy she longed to voice, Belle kept her elbows from slipping of the edges of the chair’s seat that supported her bucking frame on her quaking arms while her ass bounced faster and faster, finally coming to a halt when Meyers’ finally orgasm within inside of her. White cock cream dripping from her prick stuffed pussy onto the dirty floor tiles beneath them both.
Pulling his cock out of her dripping mound, Meyers slowly caught his breath before saying, “I’ll make a deal with you. I’ll help you escape, but in return I get to have you one more night when this is all said and done before we go our separate ways.”
Wiping the cum away that was dripping of her spread love lips, Belle had to bite her lip before nodding her head in agreement.

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