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Escape from NCRCF	By : thegreatshaggy Category: +A through F > Fallout (Series) > Fallout (Series) Views: 19736 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Author’s Note:

Fallout New Vegas was good; good as in okay, but not good as great. I thought that the Mojave residents were too goody two-shoes, the NCR was too much of a group of whining cry babies, the Khans being a bunch of pushovers for being such a so-called badass gang, and don’t get me started on the Powder Gangers. So, like Fallout 3 before it, I headed on over to the Nexus and modded the hell out of the game; made the Mojave darker and more sinister, added more adult elements, made the Legion more brutal and oppressive, and of course changed a lot of the appearance of your friends and followers (biggest was changing ED-E into a runaway female Android from the Institute).
            Of course once I played through my version of New Vegas it got the wheels in my head turning so I started to write down some notes of interesting quest that could possibly make for some good adult fan fiction like I did for Fallout 3. This is the first of a few short stories from those quests that I figured I could expand on the story away from the original canon shown in the game. I expanded on some of the minor characters’ back stories as well as flush out the clouded back story to the Courier (made it darker to fit my version of the merciless Mojave and New Vegas area) as well as expanding on the various groups that you can become associated with in the game.
            So without further delay, I give you the first story of the newer, darker world of Fallout New Vegas. Oh and feedback is always welcome :)

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

Disclaimer: Fallout 3 is a registered trademark of Obsidian Entertainment and Bethesda Softworks. This is being done for entertainment purposes only. No money is being made on these works.

WARNING: Contains the following offensive material – Abuse, Anal, Anguish/Torment, Bisexuality, Double Penetration, Female/Female sexual relationship (FemSlash), Fingering, Hurt/Comfort, Humiliation, Language, Oral Sex, Rape, Sexual Toys, Violence.

Chapter One: A Whole New World

            "Your face does the thinking - two to the skull, yet one gets up. Odds are against you... but they're just numbers after the two-to-one. You're playing the hand you've been dealt, but you don't let it rest, you shuffle and stack, and a gamble... a gamble that may pay off? But how? Forecast: Rapidly changing conditions." - The Forecaster
            "You got what you're after. So pay up!"
            The voice was harsh, nearly demanding as it rung through her ear canals causing the haze that filled her eye sight to lift. The first sensation that registered was the throbbing pain in her temples; the second was the near numb state of her hands. Blinking her eyes, she saw that her hands were bound tightly at the wrist. Confused, she twisted her wrists, attempting to free them, but the rope that bind her hands only cut deeper into the thin, Brahmin gloves that she wore.
            "You're crying in the rain, Pally," another voice said, this one cool and calm.
            "Hmmpf, guess whose waking up over here?" an amused voice commented.
            Glancing up, she got her first good look at her captors. Most of them were dressed in the same attire consisting of a darken vest, matching pants and boots with small bits of what appeared to be leather armor. They looked rough with their assorted hairstyles and green head bandannas and she figured they could handle themselves easily in a fight. However the man directly in front of her sported a fancy business suit consisting of a black and white checker suit coat, white shirt and black tie, and medium sky blue trousers.
            He stared directly back at her, taking a long drag from his lit cigarette before allowing it to fall from his fingers to the desert ground below. "Time to cash out," he said coolly as he rubbed the butt out with his shoes before making his way towards her.
            "Would you get it over with?" said the dark side ruffian on the right side of the checker suit man.
            The tone in the man voice was enough for the Checker Man to stop and raise a warning finger into the air, but he never turned around to addressed his accuser....almost as if that was beneath him. "Maybe Khans kill people without looking them in the face." Then he slowly glanced over his shoulder and methodically finished, "But I'm not a 'thing'. Dig?"
            She could tell that comment didn't sit too well with the ruffians with some of them twitching uncomfortable in silence as the checkered man turned back to address her. Reaching into the opening between his coat and shirt, she found her eyes growing bigger as her hands started to shake. But instead of pulling out a gun, his hand reappeared with a checkered casino poker chip.
            He held it up to show it to her, saying, "You made your last delivery, kid. Sorry you got twisted up in this scene." He then reached back into the opening of his suit, but this time when his hand reappeared it was holding a gun.
            Her breaths came in stutters upon seeing the weapon he was now holding and felt her lips trembling at the sight.
            "From where you're kneeling it must seems like an eighteen caret string run of bad luck," he said as he pointed the gun towards her. "Truth is the game was rigged from the start!"
            With knees and hands trembling and a tear rolling down from her eye, she opened her mouth to speak but then there was a sudden loud crack.....

            ......Causing her to let out a scream as she fell to floor, her head smacking hard against the wooden floor panels. Pain shot through the back of her cranium as her breaths came ragged. She didn't move nor did she want too; the painfully memory of her near death experience was overpowering. Slowly she calm her breathing as tears stung at the side of her face, causing her to wipe the backend of her hand across her eyes. Taking a deep breath, she rose back to her feet and righted the chair that she'd been sitting on in when she doze off in the Prospector Saloon. Rubbing her aching forehead, she sat back down and took another calming breath of cool night air as locks of her brown hair fluttered around her head. The door to the saloon was open, allowing the night's fresh breeze inside the dusty interior of Goodsprings only watering hole.
            Looking out the door into the night's darkness, Isabelle Stemmer allowed her oceanic eyes to close as more memories came flooding into her conscious thought. It had been a two weeks since she awoke from a coma in Doc Mitchell's house; two very long weeks of rehabilitation, both physically and mentally. She'd been a courier working for the Mojave Express, a package courier service that prided itself on successful delivers through the barren and harsh Mojave Desert that surrounded the sprawling and gleaming New Vegas strip. Originally from a small town to the south, she came to New Vegas area when she was sixteen to escape a horrible existence and expecting to find fame and fortune. But her luck wasn't the best and within a matter of a few days she'd lost nearly all her money. Nearly starving and down to her last caps, she made her way to North New Vegas and did what she had to do to survive. The money wasn't good and what she didn't spend on medicine went to the barely edible food she could afford. For three years she survived a depravity existence until one day she saw a help wanted poster for new couriers for the Mojave Express.
            So she packed up the few belongings she had, hook up with a caravan, and headed for Primm. When she first entered the Mojave Express Building, the owner, one Johnson Nash, nearly ran her out with a broom. But when she explained that she was there to answer the job posting he was quick to point out that it was an extremely dangerous job with no room for amateurs and thrill seekers. She rose to the challenge and work hard at her job, achieving a perfect delivery rate in the six years she worked for the Express. That was until that fatefully night. Her hand moved unconsciously to the small, barely noticeable lump on the left side of her forehead where she'd been shot.
            They'd jumped her on the road from Primm to New Vegas. It was in the middle of the night and she'd bedded down in what she figured was a safe place along the proscribed route that she was to follow as per the delivery instructions. She'd found that odd since couriers were at liberty to take any path they so choose to the final destination for delivery. But she voiced her concerns, which Johnson agreed with but stated that the instructions had to be obeyed to the letter or else the Express would forfeit all fees for the delivery. She was asleep when it happened; one moment she was in a fantasy dream and the next she was crying out in pain as fists hammered down on her until darkness took her only to give away to a whole new nightmarish scene.
            Pushing the painfully memory back into her subconscious, she grabbed the glass of water in front of her and down the half filled cup in one swig. The liquid was cool and refreshing, but most importantly, it was free of any radiation. Dehydration and radiation was the biggest threats to a courier's lifespan in the Mojave outside of the various creatures that dwell in the barren, desert landscape and a source of water was worth its weight in caps. Goodsprings was one of those places, a town in the middle of nowhere that laid off to the southeast of New Vegas. Once a bustling trading town, it had recently fallen on hard times with the closure of Route I15 and the prison breakout at the New California Republic Correctional Facility that lay just down the road to the southeast of the town. Now the once bustling caravan routes were devoid of pack Brahmin and filled with raiding convicts that called themselves the Powder Gangers.
            With vicious wildlife in the hills surrounding Goodspings and the roads just as treacherous, Isabelle found herself stuck between a rock and a hard place, confined to remaining in Goodspings with the rest of the town inhabitants until the NCR military could make the roads safe again for passage. But that didn't look like it was going to happen anytime soon. Resigned to that fact, as she got better she started to help out more around town as she could; haunting Geckos with Sunny Smile and her dog Cheyenne, prospecting for Easy Pete in the old Goodspings school, helping out Trudy the barkeeper with odds and ends, and bringing food and water up to the old gas station for Ringo who was still keeping a low profile to avoid detection by the Powder Gangers.
            The loud barking of a dog that grew louder in pitch allowed Isabelle the time to open her eyes and brace herself before a gray and white fur dog tore through the door at full tilt. The canine didn't slow its momentum down for a second as it rear back onto its hind legs and slammed its front paws onto her shoulders. She let a shriek of surprise and laughter as the bumpy tongue of the canine rolled over her face, covering her skin in a thin film of drool.
            "Cheyenne, down," a feminine voice commanded.
            The dog gave Isabelle one last kiss to the face before obeying the command. Giggling, Isabelle rubbed her bare arm over her face to cleanse her skin from Cheyenne's greeting as he said, "It’s okay, Sunny. He's just saying 'where the hell have you been'?"
            Sunny Smiles, the tiny blonde hair woman and self proclaimed Protector of Goodspings, gave Cheyenne a rub on the top of her head which caused the mutt to wag her tail even faster as she replied, "She knows better than to jump on people. Geckos and coyotes are one thing, but not people."
            During her two weeks of rehabilitation, Sunny was the first of Goodsprings inhabitants to befriend her. She took it upon herself to help her along in her physical rehabilitation, especially her cognitive functions when it came to firearm usage. Attractive in all sense; she sported shoulder length blonde locks, gleaming emerald eyes, square cheeks, and a perfect smile. If Sunny wasn't as rough as she looked she probably would've been a prize catch anywhere then just in Goodsprings. But she was a tomboy at heart; not one to get oh giddy over a dress or worry about how she looked, a competent fighter always spoiling and ready for a fight, and more home outdoors than inside, that was Sunny Smiles.
            "Have you heard the latest tad bit?" Sunny asked as she plopped herself down in the chair across from Isabelle, Cheyenne taking up her normal position on the wooden planks next to her master. When Isabelle shook her head, she replied back with, "Joe Cobb came back into town today. Threaten Trudy that he'll turn Goodsprings back into the Mojave if she didn't give up Ringo."
            "How many does that make this week?" inquired Isabelle.
            "Three by my recollection, but like you I'm normally asleep during the day time. He broke Trudy's radio on the way out."
            "So that's why I can't get Mister New Vegas on that thing tonight."
            That got a chuckle from Sunny. "Please don't tell me you're listening to that bullshit Black Mountain Radio now?"
            Isabelle shrugged her shoulders, "What else is there to do besides sit in the corner and, you know, think about what happened."
            Sunny nodded somberly. It was pretty much an unwritten rule in Goodsprings that no one talked to Isabelle about her ordeal outside of Sunny and Doc Mitchell. Of course that didn't stop that Victor from chatting her up no matter what anyone said to that damn, rust bucket of a robot.
            "So Trudy has you watching the bar tonight again, huh?" said Sunny, changing the conversation.
            "It’s the lease I can do for her for putting me up in the vacate room free of charge."
            "So when are you going to tell me more about yourself?"
            A sigh escaped the purse lips of Isabelle. She didn't like talking about herself, especially to those that she hardly knew. For that matter, she couldn't recall a time that she did bother to tell anyone about herself, but then again it wasn't a story worth telling. "What's there to say? I'm a Mojave Express courier that had a string of bad luck recently."
            But Sunny wasn't buying it anymore. "Belle, come on, we might not have known each other long but we've been through a lot together these past few weeks."
            My Little Belle.
            The voice rang unconsciously in her ears, causing her to close her eyes for a moment to rid her thoughts of it. She didn't want to remember that voice anymore.
            "You okay, Belle?" asked Sunny suddenly. "You look a little flustered."
            "I'm fine," she said, lying.
            Again it seem to her that Sunny seemed to know when she was lying, but didn't pursue it. "So where are you from, originally that is?"
            "A small town to the west of here," she said, surprising not only Sunny but herself with the ease of her answer. Mole Rat is out its den now, she figured. "I grew up on a farm trying to pull edible crops out of the Mojave. Hard living, but always had food on the table."
            "Any siblings?"
            "No."
            "Just you, Mom, and Dad, huh?"
            "Yeah."
            "You don't sound overly homesick?"
            "Nope."
            Sunny shook her head. "Boy, what a conversation we're having here. I ask a question and I get a one word answer."
            "Sorry, I just don't like to talk about my family is all.”
            “Understandable. We all have skeletons in our closet.”
            More than you can realize when it comes to me, thought Isabelle. “How are the roads?”
            “Still chock full of Powder Gangers and critters as usual,” replied Sunny. “Still thinking of making for Primm, huh?”
            “Well Victor was sure that was where they were headed,” answered Isabelle.
            “Pack of rolling tin scrape doesn’t know which head of a Brahmin is the right or the left if you ask me,” snorted Sunny. “I say it’s still too dangerous to attempt it. I even heard from Easy Pete that the Powder Gangers are starting to put up roadblocks to ambush weary travelers.”
            “Great,” muttered Isabelle.
            That got a playful punch to her shoulder from Sunny. “Ah, come on, Belle, Goodsprings isn’t that bad once you allow it to grow on yea.” Then she stood up and made her way over to the bar. “All this gabbing is making me thirsty. Want a drink?”
            “Sure. And please stop calling me Belle.”
            “Why? Everyone needs a nickname and Isabelle is just too damn formal if you ask me,” answered Sunny as she came back to the table with a long neck bottle in one hand and two glasses in the other. Silently she pulled the cork from the top and filled both glasses with a slightly brown liquid. She pushed one of the glasses over to Isabelle and grasped the other in her own hand. “Nelson Hard Edge, best damn scotch in the Mojave I say.”
            The liquid was like fire going down her throat, causing her to cough, but she finished it nonetheless. "Wow," she said as she finished coughing.
            “Good stuff, huh?” Isabelle nodded as Sunny poured another round. “Traded it for a few salvaged items I found in the Mojave on the last caravan that passed through here some time ago. I’ve been waiting for a good time to have a bottle and this definitely looks like one. So why don’t you like the name Belle?”
            My sweet Little Belle, the prettiest desert flower in the Mojave!
            “I got my personal reasons for it.”
            “Like what?”
            “Did I pry into your personal life like this when I first met you?”
            “Let me think….yep, you did,” replied Sunny with a smile.
            Sighing, Isabelle stared down at her glass, swirling the fiery liquid around in the tumbler. “This stays between you and me. Trudy and the others don’t need to know about it.” When she got a nod from Sunny, she took a pull from her glass, this time the coughing fit didn’t ensue. “You already know that I came to the New Vegas area when I was sixteen, lost nearly all my money, and turned to courier work to make ends meet. Well, that was only half the story. The other side was I was a prostitute in North Vegas for the better part of three years before I took the courier job.”
            Grabbing the bottle again, she refilled both their glasses as she said, “I think we’re both going to need this.”

            Slamming her hands on the table top, Sunny could barely control herself long enough to take in a breath of air for she was laughing too hard. Across the table and equally hysterical was Isabelle, trying in vain to take another skip from her glass but only managed to spill half the liquid onto herself which caused both women to break out into yet another laughing fit.
            "You're kidding me, right?" Sunny asked as her laughter died to a girlish giggling.
            Isabelle shook her head. "I can't make this shit up. So there he was, butt ass naked, flexing his muscles for me asking 'if I liked what I saw'. Well of course he had a rock hard bod, and his pecs and abs were solid, but of course I couldn't help but say 'you might want to lay off the Pyscho a bit since it seems to be having an adverse effect on the lower portion'." She then held up her hands and spread her fingers about two inches apart. "It was that big and erect."
            Sunny didn't think she could laugh any harder then she was, but the hand gesture was too much for her to take as she spilled to the floor. In the corner, Cheyenne pick her head up for a moment, her gaze fixated on her master rolling on the floor for a brief moment, then lowered her head back to her paws with a barely audible sigh. For the better part of three hours, Isabelle had told Sunny about her pathetic existence as a prostitute in the slums of North Vegas. However with a steady supply of hard liquor from the bar, the sad tale had slowly became a comical storyline of customers that didn't have what it took to satisfy her or, let alone, experience the pleasures they paid for her to perform on them.
            "How did he take that?"
            "Threw me as hard as he could onto the bed saying he'd show me. But he couldn't even get it into my cunt he was so limp and tiny," chuckled Isabelle as she took a pull from a bottle and then passed it to Sunny, who gratefully took it. "How many does that make?"
            "Three bottles, I think," replied Sunny as she glanced around the table that was littered with more than three empty bottles. "So I take it you only did the guys, Belle?"
            "Oh fuck no. I had one or two women that paid top caps for me, but all they wanted to do was me and I never got to touch them."
            That got a smirk from Sunny as she took another pull from the near empty bottle before passing it back over to Isabelle. She never considered herself to be a lesbian; she'd fucked a guy or two that came into town on the caravans, but she always found herself longing for Trudy's loving embrace and tender lips that would suckle on her dripping mound or perky nipples. She knew that everyone comment on her looks, but Isabelle was no slouch either. Everything was perfectly proportioned on her from her cheekbones, to her small, but well-rounded breast, to her flat stomach, a small, but firm ass and legs. Hell, even her hair was perfect in shade, texture and color. All the guys in town had noticed her, including her and Trudy.
            She watched as the brown hair beauty finish off the last remaining tokens of alcohol before it slipped from her hands. Giggling, she bent over at the waist to pick it up, causing her loose fitting tank top to move upwards, revealing her well rounded ass through the tight fitting pants so wore. Sunny’s gaze fixated at the sight and she felt herself growing a bit excited at the sight that not a lot of people saw.
            Isabelle looked back up at her friend and noticed that Sunny was staring off into space. “Hey, Sunny?” she called out, but the young girl didn’t stir. “Sunny?”
            Frowning, she followed her friend’s gaze and a wave of embarrassment flowed through Isabelle as she realized what her friend was staring at. With her cheeks becoming a rosy hue, she smiled as she sat up.
            “Sunny, eyes up here,” she called out, motioning to her face.
            Coming out of her trance, she shook her head as she looked at her friend. “I’m sorry. You were saying something, Belle?”
            Isabelle placed her hands on the side of the chair and lean back into it, smiling at her friend. “Why were you looking at my ass so much? Was it something you wanted to see?”
            Sensing that she was caught in the act, her cheeks became enflamed. “I’d be lying if I say I wasn’t. You do have a cute ass, for the second best looking girl in town.”
            “So I guess Trudy wasn’t the only girl looking to hook up with me, after all,” Isabelle replied. She laughed at seeing Sunny's surprised expression. "No, she didn't get to me. In fact she didn't think I was a lesbian at all and not worth the time or effort." She cocked her head to the side and smirked. “I've wanted to experiment, if you’re game that is?"
            Rising to her feet, Sunny made her way over Isabelle and hauled her out of her chair. Cupping the base of her neck, Sunny used her other free hand to gently caress her cheek and neck. Isabelle moaned softly, arching her head as her lips moisten. Wetting her own lips, Sunny brought her face closer to Isabelle’s and gently kissed her at the base of her neck and then on her cheek before pressing them firmly against Isabelle’s, kissing her passionately. Pushed back against the wall, Isabelle was caught totally by surprised by her friend’s sudden lust-filled embrace that she opened her mouth so that she could take in air, but was immediately invaded by Sunny’s probing tongue. Desperately Sunny’s tongue sought out Isabelle’s, while the horny Goodsprings girl pressed her body hard against her friend’s. A jolt of delicious pleasure went straight to the core of Sunny’s moisten vagina when Isabelle’s tongue made contact with hers and began a wild and frenzy dance amongst the newly formed passageway between their orifices.
            The two drunken women kissed passionately, their bodies pressed up against each other as their tongues rolled over each other, teasing and exploring. Sunny allowed her hand to roam freely over Isabelle’s body as their tongues danced, caressing the older woman's side, her breasts, running down her stomach and against her thighs, before darting between her legs. Isabelle jerked up against Sunny when she felt her hand making contact with her sex behind the thick fabric of her tight fitting pants. Sunny pressed back just further against the other girl while her hand cupped one of Isabelle’s small mounds through her clothing, allowing one finger to run along the fabric near her slit and finding the signs of her arousal there.
            Losing herself, Sunny allowed the embrace and fondling to go on for what seemed like eternity before she felt Isabelle gently pushing her away. Saddened that the moment had ended, she stood up and took a few steps away, wondering if she would continue to experiment with her after her forceful approach. But to her surprise, Isabelle pushed herself away from the wall, grabbed one of Sunny’s hands, and led her over to the bar area.
Giggling, Isabelle pushed her into a seat and took a few steps back from her. “Stay there and watch. A few of my regulars always seemed to like this so maybe you will as well.”
Smiling to herself, Sunny watched as Isabelle began a slow dance at first, her hips swaying slowly from side to side as she twirled her body around the various stools and tables that lay in front of the wooden bar, acting like some exotic dancer. She watched in totally astonishment as Isabelle raised one arm above her head while its mate glided gracefully down her chest and across her flat stomach. Turning back to her friend, she unfastened the catches on her utility belt and allowed it to fall to the wooded floor. She twirled her body around like a Dust Devil, her arms gently removing her necklace at first and tossed it onto the table top next to where Sunny was sitting. She then stopped her twirling and dropped to her knees, both hands grabbing the opposite ends of her top and she pulled it over the top of her head, revealing her firm breast and flat stomach. Growing aroused by Isabelle’s dance, Sunny spread her legs apart and started to finger herself as she watch her friend drop flat onto her back and undid the protective, sand wrapping fasteners on top of her boots.
As the thick pieces of cloth fell away, Isabelle smiled as she kicked the boots off her feet and then swung her legs high up into the air. With both hands, she pulled her pants up to her knees and slowly allowed herself to fell back to the floor, spreading her legs, showing off her glistening pussy to her friend, who fingered herself even more vigorously. Pulling off the pants, she tossed them across the bar area and then spun around on her side until she was lying completely on her side, her head propped up against a hand, showing off her full, nude figure to Sunny. Jumping to her feet, the blonde hair woman applauded her friend’s performance as she rose to her feet, giggling.
“By this time, most of them had jerked themselves off,” replied Isabelle with a laugh.
Sunny glanced down at the moisten area between her legs. “I was getting there.” She looked Isabelle up and down and smiled. “Now I'm wondering what did those few, female customers you had do you afterwards?”
Isabelle smirked and walked over to the wooden bar and tapped her hand on the rough top. Sunny smiled as she walked over and hoped up onto the lip of the bar top. Moving in front of her, Isabelle knelt down in front of her and removed Sunny’s footwear. Tossing them off to the side, she then proceeded to remove the sun-baked, black leather trousers before proceeding to glide Sunny's soaked panties down her legs.
“You’ve been busy during my dance, I see,” Isabelle said jokingly as she stood up and held out the blonde hair girl's panties in front of her.
The teenage girl shrugged. “Like I said, I was just about there.”
“Then let’s see how far you got,” Isabelle responded, leaning forward to kiss Sunny on the mouth.
Sunny didn’t resist as Isabelle’s lips touched hers again, passionately kissing the teenage girl as one of her hands slowly moved down between Sunny's legs, sliding over her san tan, smooth skin. The younger girl moaned as Isabelle broke the embrace and knelt down in front of her outstretched legs. A jolt course through the smaller girl’s body as she felt Isabelle's warm wet tongue licking along the tender folds of her dripping slit. Her hands grasped either side of Isabelle's head between her quivering thighs, her fingers running through the older girl's flowing brown, silk-like hair. Her whole body shook with excitement as Isabelle's tongue wiggled its way inside of her pussy, slithering around the juicy inner walls of her cunt and then circling the throbbing nub of her clit. In a matter of minutes Sunny arched her body upward in a violent orgasm, pressing her friend’s face against her dripping mound.
Isabelle lifted her head, her face gleaming with Sunny's vaginal juices. Her tongue ran over her full lips and her eyes gazed lustfully into her friend's. “I guess you were right when you said you were close.”
Sunny exhaustively lowered herself down from the rim of the bar onto a stool, her face and thighs sweaty. “I told you so.”
Isabelle smiled. “Did you like it?”
Sunny nodded. “Makes me now wonder if what you told me was true at first. You were more like a pro than a first timer.” She looked at Isabelle’s tight, dripping pussy and smirked. “Now it's your turn.”
Grabbing Isabelle, she spun the naked woman around and heaved her up onto the spot she just vacated. Stepping backwards, Sunny began to undress in front of Isabelle, revealing more of her luscious figure to her friend. The teenage girl was exquisite, with perfectly formed breasts that were a bit bigger than Isabelle’s, and capped by plump nipples that hardened under the slightly chilly atmosphere of the night air that followed through the bar. Her stomach was not as flat as Isabelle’s, but her pussy was nicely kept with a small mound of blonde carpeting by her slit. Approaching her, Sunny leaned down and began kissing her breasts, taking a nipple between her soft, moisten lips and sucking it. Isabelle sighed as she arched her back as her best friend proceeded to take each breast in turn, kissing them, licking them, and playfully biting them. Neither of her tits was denied the attention of Sunny’s probing mouth. Whichever wasn't being sucked on by her mouth was being squeezed by a very determined hand.
She then began moving down towards Isabelle's belly with kisses, nudging her thighs apart and nestling between them. Staring at her friend's perfectly tight pussy, Sunny pressed a palm of her hand on Isabelle’s flat stomach as her fingers teased her slit, stroking her gently. Isabelle sucked in a hissing breath as Sunny stroked the length of her desire before slipping inside. She suddenly found herself impaled on two fingers, raising her body off the rim of the bar as Sunny thrust into her. The Goodsprings teenager moved in and out of Isabelle’s cunt at a frantic pace, loving her hard, fast, and deep, making her body wriggle with frenzy of pleasure. Her pussy clenched tight around the other woman's fingers, sucking them in even deeper, surprising Sunny. Isabelle lifted her hips to meet each manic thrust, only to be pushed back by Sunny’s hand.
Isabelle groaned loudly. “Oh, my…..my…..oh, fuck me, that’s it, Sunny,” she whined, her head rolling from side to side.
Looking down, she met Sunny's eyes and held the other woman's gaze for a long moment. She smiled up at her friend before jerking her head to get her hair away from her face before descending her mouth on the nub that was her clit. The room seemed to explode around her. A brilliant fire suddenly engulfing and bursting out of her. Isabelle wailed piteously under the intensity of her climax, body arching sharply as the orgasm surged through her, coating her friend’s waiting face in sweet, honey nectar. She sat there for a moment, her breathing coming in ragged gasps.
Standing up, Sunny helped her friend onto her feet. “Better than a paying patron?”
Isabelle nodded, her knees buckling a bit. “Better than anything I ever had.”
Sunny smiled. “Only a true, experience woman knows the right spots to hit. Speaking of which, I almost forgot,” Sunny said as she hurried behind the bar. “Where is it…ah, here it is.”
Reappearing above the edge of the bar, she held up a slim, rubbery object that was about ten inches long with a mold of a penis head on either side of it. Isabelle’s eyes widened at seeing the toy. “What’s the matter, Sunny, Trudy didn’t give you enough of attention?” she mockingly asked.
“I’m sure you got at least three of them, Belle,” retorted Sunny. “No, this was a joke present I got from Trudy when I turned sixteen. I really didn’t need it, since I had plenty of caravaners, but on special occasions me and Trudy like to pull it out.” She eyed Isabelle wickedly as she pulled out a small, plastic container of jell. “Care for a go at it?”
Isabelle winked. “Bring it on.”
Both girls hurried onto the top of the bar and sat down in front of each other. Opening a plastic vile, Sunny poured a thin coat of slippery film down the entire length of the dildo and rubbed both her hands around it, spreading it equally. Nodding her head, both girls moved closer together until their pussies were a few inches apart. Using both hands, Sunny embedded the glistening dildo inside her own dripping pussy and then into Isabelle’s.
The brown hair courier squirmed a bit, her lips pursing together. “Oooww, it’s a bit cold,” she commented.
Sunny giggled. “Don’t worry, we’ll warm it up.”
The two girls in unison started to bulk their hips, impaling themselves onto the slippery, plastic cocks. It wasn’t too long before the two naked girls were slamming their small asses together, each positioned on hands and knee, screaming madly in a sex-driven passion. Sunny clutched one of Isabelle’s ankles for support, smiled and tossed her sweaty hair when Isabelle groped her dangling, sweat-slick tits. She leaned forward to plant a hot kiss upon her sticky, hot lips. The two, young, lust-driven girls plunged the slimy dildo into each other’s sweet cunnies, screaming in ecstasy all the while as Isabelle eagerly devoured her friend’s jutting member. Both of them howled in unison, hot, sticky jets of pussy nectar jetting out of their filled cunts, coating the rubbery, sex toy as they collapsed in exhaustion, their hands falling to their sides. They both lay there, their nude chests raising and lowering with each breath, their aching, dripping cunts still connected together by the slimy object between their thighs.
Feeling the interior, smooth lining member of her pussy clenching down on the dildo again, Isabelle slowly raised her head up and asked. “I wish this night wouldn't end.”
Giggling as she started to sway her hips back and forth again, Sunny replied, “Then let's make the most of it!”

            Her head was hurting again.
            That was the first painfully sensation she felt as she awoke. The second was when she attempted to open her eyes. Wincing in agony, Isabelle rolled onto her side only to be assaulted with an eardrum shattering sound of empty bottles clanging into one another. A gasp escaped her lips as she covered her aching ears with her hands as she slowly blinked her eyes opened. For a split second she got nausea upon see into world vertical until she realized that she was lying on the floor. Then it dawn on her she was lying on the floor naked. Slowly she attempted to sit up but stop when she felt something moving around inside of her. Glancing down, her eyes widen slightly upon seeing a length of tube jetting out from her pussy. Grasping the smooth edges, she pulled it free with a loud, wet slurping sound and flung it off to the side.
            Rubbing her head she glance around the saloon and was astonished to see it in such disarray; empty bottles scattered about, a table and some chairs knock over, clothes strewn all over. Gathering a breath, she heave herself up off the floor, wincing even more from the fresh wave of discomfort she felt, this time from her lower extremities. The last time she had that feeling was back in North Vegas after...well after 'he' was done with her. What did I do last night, she began to wonder. The last few, vague memories she had was her and Sunny passing a bottle of Nelson Hard Edge between the two of them, laughing it up as they swap stories. Then her heart sank; swapping stories, how much did she tell Sunny, she wondered. Glancing around the interior of the Prospector Saloon, it dawn on her that it had gone even further than drinking and swapping stories between the two of them.
            Then, just as fast as a beam of sunlight struck her face, she realized that it was morning and she was lying naked in the middle of a trashed saloon. Trudy's trashed saloon! Ignoring the pain in her head and hips area, Isabelle sprang to her feet and began frantically rushing around the saloon. "Sunny, where are you, wake up," she cried out.
            A low, equally painful moan marked Sunny's return from the unconscious dream realm. "What a night," she muttered as she rose to her feet, devoid of any articles of clothing as Isabelle was. "What are you doing?"
            "It's morning," replied Isabelle.
            "So?"
            "Have you forgotten something?" asked Isabelle as she picked up another bottle.
            Sunny cock her head for a split before suddenly coming to her feet. "Oh shit," she exclaimed.
            "Yeah, and Trudy's not going to be pleased to see this place in this state and us butt ass naked to boot."
            It was a ten minute scene of pure pandemonium inside the Prospector Saloon as both women raced around to clean it up and redress themselves before the owner arrived. The last chair had just been righted, the last empty bottle scooped up, and the last cap toss into the ancient register when the door opened and in walk Trudy. A few years older than Isabelle and about a decade more for Sunny, Trudy was the sturdy light in the dark for the town of Goodsprings. Owner of the Prospector Saloon, she was also the de facto mayor of the community. Dressed in her usual attire consisting of a simple pastel dress and matching shawl, she gave Isabelle and Sunny a quick wave as she made her way to the bar.
            "How was the night?" she asked as she strapped on a dirty, white apron that had seen better days. She eyed the bottles for a second and then looked back at the younger girls. "Sunny didn't drink all my best stuff, did she, Belle?"
            "Can everyone stop calling me that?" Isabelle said with a sigh.
            "Why, sweetie? I think it sounds better than saying Isabelle all the time," answered Trudy. "Sunny agrees with me."
            "That's what I keep telling her, but she won't listen," replied Sunny and then quickly added, "And no, I didn't drink the good stuff. Only what was mine."
            Trudy gave Sunny a motherly look and was about to comment when the door to the Prospector burst open so hard that it nearly came off its hinges. Cheyenne jumped to her feet and began growling menacingly as five men entered the saloon. They all wore the same attire; gray strip pants with a light blue strip shirt hidden underneath a medium blue jacket. One wore a black, armored vest with the NCRCF painted on the back in big, white block letters. All of them were armed with various handguns with sticks of dynamite in fastened in bandoleers across their chests. Sunny was up in a flash, standing next to Cheyenne, her arms occupied with her custom-made Varmint Rifle. Isabelle, for her part, just stayed right where she was at, unmoving in her chair.
            "Don't do that, blondie. We don't have to any misunderstandings here now, do we?" the only dark skinned man said.
            "The only misunderstanding we're going to have here is me not getting rid of the likes of you," growled Sunny.
            "Sunny," Trudy said forcefully. "Put it down!"
            The blonde hair teenage girl gave the men one more glare before placing the rifle on top of the bar. The dark skin man flashed a smile showcasing his rotted teeth as he strolled up to mere few inches from Sunny. He towered over her, but she showed no fear at his intimidation.
            "Cute thing like you shouldn't be acting as tough," he said, stroking a lock of her blonde hair. "The only way you should be acting is naked and squealing in blissful delight with my dick in you."
            Sunny's response was the quickest Isabelle had ever seen. In a flash a knife had appeared in her hands with the tip of the blade pressed up against the man's crotch area. Two of his companions were just as quick, appearing on either side of him with the muzzles of their sidearms pointed directly at Sunny.
            "You ever touch me again and I'll cut off your little pecker and shove it so far up your ass that it'll be that lump in your throat," remarked Sunny.
            But like Sunny, he didn't back down so easily. "Feisty. I like that, makes the conquest of them even more enjoyable as I ravage their bodies while they beg and cry."
            "What do you want, Joe?" Trudy half shouted to try and draw the Powder Ganger's attention away from the younger girl.
            Joe Cobb kissed the air in front of Sunny before turning his attention to the Mayor of Goodspings. "I want what I've been wanting since I came into this stinking town. Where is he, Trudy?"
            Trudy folded her arms across her chest and stood defiantly. "Even if I knew where he was, I wouldn't give him up to the likes of you."
            "Then maybe the boys and I will tear apart this town instead. What do you say about that?"
            "I told you before and I'll tell you again. We don't know where Ringo is. I've already had the townsfolk look in all buildings and not a trace of him turned up."
            Joe snorted as he chuckled. "Why am I finding that hard to believe?”
            “Believe what you want to believe, Joe. Have you tried checking the hills to the north?”
            “Yeah, like he’s that much of an idiot to run off into Cazador infested hills.” He then pointed an accusing finger at Trudy. “Then again maybe that’s what you really want us to do. Go off into those hills thinking he went that way only to end up as a snack for those critters.”
            “I didn’t say that. You did,” replied Trudy.
            The Powder Ganger leader eyed her suspiciously and then slowly leaned forward. “I don’t take kindly threats, cupcake. Keep that in mind.”
            The Prospector owner started to say something, but Joe didn’t give her a chance. His hands shot out, grabbed both sides of Trudy’s head, and pulled her over the top of bar, dumping her on the ground in front of him. Sunny took a step forward to help Trudy but was halted by the wavering muzzles of two of Joe’s thugs. Reaching down, Joe hauled her back onto her feet by her hair and slapped her across her face with his free hand. Isabelle watched in horror as his hand connected against Trudy’s cheeks again and again and again. She glanced over at Sunny and Cheyenne, who were coiled like a pack of Nightstalkers, ready to pounce on the Powder Gangers if they relaxed their guard for a second.
            Releasing his grip on her hair, Trudy collapsed to the floor, tears streaming down her crimson colored cheeks. But the leader of the Powder Gangers Gang wasn’t through with her yet. Grabbing her hair at the top, Trudy let out a painful shriek as he hauled her up into a kneeling position in front of her. Isabelle watched helplessly as Joe unfastened his trouser’s fly and pulled out his cock. It was already fully erect and dripping with pre-cum as he shoved it towards Trudy’s mouth, but her spirit wasn’t broken and she clamp her mouth shut, refusing to allow him the pleasure even with him pulling merciless on her hair.
            Growing frustrated, he waved his hands and his thugs covering Isabelle, Sunny, and Cheyenne pulled back the hammers on their weapons. “Suck my cock, bitch, or they die,” he growled.
            Trudy’s eyes grew wide upon hearing the threat and glance around the room with fear in her eyes. “Please don’t hurt them,” she pleaded, her resolve finally broken. “I’ll do what you say.”
            “Don’t do it, Trudy,” shouted Sunny.
            “Shut her up and make sure she watches this,” screamed Joe.
A thug landed a punch directly to Sunny’s solar plexus, causing her to double over in pain before forcing her to her knees while pinning her arms behind her back. With tears constantly running down her face, she lowered her head to his dripping member and wrapped her ruby lips over his rod. Joe groaned blissfully and clung to the side of her head while Trudy sucked deeply upon his rising cock. Her slim, alabaster fingers lightly squeezing his dangling ball sack, while clenching the base of his veined shaft as her pink tongue drenched his member in warm saliva. Grunting, the Powder Ganger leader humped Trudy’s tear stricken face as he watched her devour his aching prick, her lips enfolding his meat, and then drawing the long cock completely into her wet mouth and tight throat.
Once or twice he felt her not going as deep to his liking, but keeping a firm grip on her hair, he forced her to swallow more and more of his pulsing member. Now getting into the moment, he jerked her head back and forth, grunting as her slick tongue ran over the sensitive underside of his cock, teasing the light brown tip. The scene that befell Isabelle was horrible; Trudy being orally raped, Sunny being forced to watch, and all the while the sick bastards around them were getting off on it. After a few minutes of watching she could no longer stand it and found herself looking away.
Joe couldn’t take it anymore, increasing his rhythm to a feverish pitch until he let out a groaned as he shot his sticky whitish seed deep into Trudy’s mouth. She gagged as she tried to force his vile substance from her mouth, but he shoved his cock deeper down her throat, causing her to swallow a good portion of his cum before he withdrew his limp rod. He chuckled as she forced the rest of his whitish substance from her mouth, only for it to coat her chin and then dribble down onto her clothing.
“Consider this my finally warning to you,” he said as he finally released her hair, allowing her collapse before him. “You have twenty-four hours to hand over Ringo or this town will suffer the consequences.”
“You fucking bastards,” Sunny sneered as she spat towards Joe.
The dark skin Powder Ganger looked at the line of spittle that stuck to the front of his vest and then back up at Sunny. “Just for that, one of you three is going to be very, very sorry.”
Nodding his head, he stepped over Trudy’s crumbled form as he made his way towards the door, his men bringing up the rear to cover his departure should anyone try anything. But Joe was the furthest thing from Sunny and Isabelle as they rushed to Trudy’s side. The skin on both sides of her cheeks was already bruised and becoming swollen and one of her eye lids was starting to close from swelling.
Sunny was completely irritate as she exclaimed, “That motherfucking bastard, I’ll fucking kill every last cock sucking Powder Ganger I see.”
“No, don’t, you’ll just cause more harm than good, Sunny,” Trudy mumbled. “There’re more of them than us.”
            “We can’t just let them run over us like this. First they threaten us, than they take our Brahmin, now they rape us. When do we say enough is enough?”
            But neither of the three women seemed to have an answer.

            The fading sunlight glistens off the hazy lenses of the field binoculars that Isabelle used to scan Route I15 and the surrounding landscape. Lowering the field glasses, she took a pull from her nearly dried canteen before clipping it back onto her utility belt. Joe Cobb's dire warning didn't fall on deaf ears nor was he bluffing. Within hours of the deadline passing for them to give up Ringo to the Powder Gangers, Goodsprings was effectively under siege. Ambush points were set up between Novac and the town to the east and by Jean Sky Diving shack to the south cutting them off from Primm. Any caravans or unlucky wanderers were fell upon and slaughter by them with the few lukcy survivors slowly tricking into town to join the other besieged residents.
            Trudy, still healing from the savage ordeal she suffered at the hands of Joe Cobb, rose to the occasion, directing who was in charge of what and how best to utilize people's skills; Sunny was placed in charge of Goodspings' newly formed militia, Chet was given the task of monitoring supply levels, Easy Pete took back his prospecting duties, and of course Doc Mitchell was overseeing medical treatment. For her part, she volunteered to be lead reconnaissance scout for the militia, which Sunny gladly accepted. For the past few weeks she spent many of long, lonely hours perched up in various hideaway nests that gave her clear vision of view of the Powder Gangers' ambush points and all avenues of approaches into town. Normally she didn't have to bother too much of the terrain around Cemetery Hill since it was mostly infested with Cazadores and Radscorpions, but today she just had an inkling about the area to the north that she deviated from her position to the south and shifted north.
            Wiping a bead of sweat away from her forehead with the brim of her khaki-colored cap, she groan slightly as the cracking leather of her armor pressed a bit more tightly into her skin. Glancing to the horizon, she watched as the sun slowly started to sink beyond the mountain tops in the far distance. Once dusk had settle onto the Mojave she could slip out of her hideaway and head back for town. It was more of a precaution then anything else and although the night was by far more dangerous in the rugged terrain, so was Joe Cobb's other threat directed at her, Sunny, and Trudy. So much in fact that Trudy had made both her and Sunny to solemnly promise to make sure she knew what position they were in all day and to be back in town before nightfall. Of course she hadn't told anyone that she was shifting positions today since there wasn't enough of time; all scouts got into their hideaway spots before first light so as to not attract any unwanted attention. She had seen some Powder Gangers today, but none of them came any closer to town then they normally did. They'd been staying their distance since besieging Goodsprings, never getting any closer to the town than its extreme outskirts. Which seem odd to her since the odds were in their favor almost five to one; they had more people, better weapons, and the element of surprise if need be. So why hadn't they attack the town yet?
            This was the question that drew heavily on her during her long hours of constant vigil. As the last shards of light disappeared over the farthest mountain tops, drawing darkening shadows to the valleys and wadies below, Isabelle collected her Varmint Rifle and stowed her binoculars in the small satchel slung across her body before slipping out of her nest amongst the rock formations. She stayed low, using the large formations for cover as she made her way back towards town when she suddenly stopped. Hidden behind a boulder, she pressed herself up against the jagged sides, ignoring the irritating bulges that pushed into her back. Over the small wind, she strained her ears, listening for the faintest of sounds that wasn't nature made. There it was, just below her, the sound of a boot striking a rock causing it to go skipping across the ground. No one was supposed to be out here which meant only one thing.
            Lowering herself completely to the ground, she slowly crawled on her stomach to the edge of the boulder and slowly peeked around its edge. In the fading light she could see them, five or seven Powder Gangers, she couldn't be sure. All of them were clustered around each other using one another as a point of reference in the fading light. Isabelle knew the direction of travel would take them straight into an unsuspecting Goodsprings. The orders to scouts were simple; if contact was made they were to report back immediately so the main militia force could gather in time to either ambush the attackers or defend the town from that direction. There was no way she could slip past them and reach Goodsprings in enough of time to raise the alarm before the Powder Gangers were inside the defensive perimeter.
            Goodsprings had to be warned one way or another and it was up to her.
            Bringing up the heavy weapon, Isabelle closed her left eye and drew down the length of the sights at the nearest, unsuspecting Powder Ganger. Matching up the front and rear sight aperture, she took a deep breath of air and slowly exhaled it, pausing for a split second as her finger slowly depressed on the trigger stud. The weapon kicked hard into the pit of her shoulder, but the speeding projectile was already out of the muzzle, streaking across the desert away from her and striking her intended target squarely in the chest. The Powder Ganger with a gaping hole in his chest collapsed to the ground, unmoving. Working the bold as fast as she could while taking bead on another Powder Ganger, she fired off a quick shot, but the other gangers, aware of the fate of their fellow companion, quickly dove to the ground or took cover causing her to miss. Cursing, Isabelle fired another shot, this time succeeding in striking another one of the gangers squarely in the head. Pieces of skull and brain matter painted the rock behind him as he slumped to the ground.
A shot struck the ground nearby Isabelle’s leg, causing her to cry out in alarm. She quickly sprung up to her feet and backed up next to the boulder to give herself the lowest possible outline as the Powder Gangers began to surround her. She fired again, missing wide this time as another ganger fired his own rifle at her, his shot going wide as well. Isabelle fired again, succeeding in striking another Powder Ganger in the throat, causing him to clench at his gaping wound that would drown him in his own blood within a matter of minutes. It was at that moment that another Powder Ganger wearing nothing more than tattered shorts and a bandoleer of dynamite spun out around from behind a rock and fired off a quick shot. There was a loud ping sound and Isabelle went sprawling onto her back, her rifle flying out of her hands. The Powder Ganger shouted something and all his surviving companions came out from behind their cover and charged towards her position.
Defenseless, Isabelle came up fast back onto her feet and bolted towards the direction of Goodsprings, but the Powder Gangers, some of who were snarling while others were laughing, hurriedly chased her down. She let out a scream as she was tackled to the ground only to be pulled back to her feet by two others as she kicked and punched every ganger within reach.
“Grab her and hold her,” shouted an all too familiar voice. A dark and white skin ganger grabbed a hold of Isabelle’s arms and held onto her securely as her eyes widen upon laying eyes on Joe Cobb. Standing next to him was the Powder Ganger that had scored the direct hit on her rifle.
“I’ve seen some pretty desert flowers, but this one takes the whole cake, Cobb,” commented the shorts wearing Ganger.
Joe glared down at Isabelle and snarled. “I was hoping she would've been that lovely blonde hair bitch, Dawes. But this fucking cunt right here ruined our surprise attack. Goddamn it, I promised Eddie that we would have control of the town this fucking night. Shit, I should just take the pleasure in gutting her right here and now.”
Isabelle’s only reply was to spit in his face.
Wiping the small speckle of liquid from his face, the gang leader glanced once more down at her. “Feisty little one, isn’t she, boys?” The surviving gang members laugh in approval as the gang leader took a step closer to her. “Yep, I think the Boss might be interested in you. After all, we can’t go back empty handed like this.”
Still struggling, Isabelle lashed out in a fury and managed to get a shot to Joe's shine with one of her boots. Trudy's rapist snarled and motioned to the two gang members holding onto her arms. Nodding, they dragged Isabelle over to the front of an elongated, smooth top boulder. Lifting her up, they slammed her down upon the surface of the boulder, pinning her arms down onto the smooth surface.
Stepping around in front of her, Joe smirked at the struggling Mojave Express courier. “You killed half my boys and then disrespected me, little one. Now, it's time for you to learn that no one messes with Joe Cobb and his gang and gets away with it.”
Stepping forward, he produced a knife from the side of his armored black vest and quickly cut open the front of Isabelle’s leather armor pants. She let out a scream in terror and fear at the realization of what was about to happen to her. With her arms effectively pinned down, she lashed out with her legs, kicking Joe squarely in the armored vest where his stomach would've been. He chuckled as the vest’s Kevlar mesh took most of the impact as he gripped one of her legs with one of his palms while the other one tore off her undergarment, exposing her womanly area to the convicts.
“You got a lovely little, pink hole there, Desert Flower. But it seems that you haven’t taken care of that messy mound on your crotch for some time, now. We’re just going to have to remedy that, won’t we,” commented Joe as he moved his knife down towards her pubic mound.
That received a chorus of amused chuckles from the other Powder Gangers as he brought the knife down towards her pussy until the tip of the blade was barely touching her skin. She jerked and fought to back herself away from the gang leader, but the grasp on her arms by the other two members were like vises. Joe chuckled at seeing her reaction to her present situation. Grabbing her thigh, he moved his hand up and down it, his callused palms scraping across her bare skin until he got a firm grasp on the inner portion of her leg. Isabelle winced as she felt the cool edge of the knife sliding across her crotch area and the sudden irritation from her skin as the blade cut the thin brown curls of hair away. She tried to stifle a whimper, only to cause Powder Gangers to laugh at her even louder. With one last swipe from his wrist, Joe finished his manicure on her crotch area and sheathed the weapon.
“All better, now,” he commented with a wicked chuckle as he moved a hand towards her sex as a digit became erect on his palm.
"No, no," Isabelle gasped. "Oh, please, don't do this."
The ex-con only laughed as he slipped his finger in and out of her cunt. “You’re not the one who’s going to make demands here, pretty one.”
"Stop it! I don't want this," she cried, then moaned when he used the tip of his finger to rub her sensitive nub.
"Who cares what you want," replied Dawes.
Joe moved his finger up and stroked her clit. Isabelle threw her head back onto the top of the boulder. She had to fight it, not to allow these scum pigs the added pleasure of watching her enjoy her own rape. But the sensation was more than she could stand. Her shaking fingers curled up, trying her best to ignore what he was doing to her. But it felt so good. Tears stung her eyes. She shut them and the tears welled under her closed lids and onto her cheeks. Then she felt him withdrew his digits from the folds of her pussy. He laughed as he grabbed her legs and yanked them apart and, before she could draw breath, quickly unfastened his pants. She gasped as she watched him pull out his cock, her heart thundering in her chest, unwilling to believe that she was about to be sexually violated. She tried to scramble away from him, but he had her firmly by the hips and his lackeys on her arms. Then, with no preamble, he quickly embedded himself into her.
"Oh, nnoooooo!" Isabelle screamed as that gigantic rod of flesh pierced her.
"Tight as a virgin, she is, boys," he shouted as he sank himself into her, "This will be better than fucking a twenty cap whore back in California.”
Isabelle closed her eyes as the Powder Ganger leader started to pump his meat inside of her. Her head spun. He was so big! Far bigger than want she was use too. He pushed his cock in deeper. Isabelle moaned slightly as she tried to twist away from him, but he had her impaled on the top of the boulder. His thrust started to come harder and faster into her. She cried out in pain and fear as she closed her eyes, their bodies rocking in rhythm. Then she felt him slide his hands up to her breasts. He grabbed them, squeezing hard through the fabric of her leather jacket. He moved faster and Isabelle felt her loins aching for release. She screamed and screamed as her back arched for she had never cum so hard in her life. With her juices flowing freely from her cunt, it added extra lubrication, causing the rod to ram into her with almost no resistance whatsoever. He fucked her and fucked her until she feared he would tear her apart. Then, just as she thought he would never stop, he quickly pulled out of her.
“Let her go,” he commanded.
The two lackeys released their grasp on Isabelle’s arms, freeing her to the avenues of escape. But by this time, she was too paralyzed from fear and terror to even try. She just laid there on the top of the boulder, whimpering as her honeydew spilled out of her cunt and flowed freely down the dusty rock towards the hot, sandy desert ground.
Rubbing the head of his cock, Joe smiled wickedly at the girl in front of her. “Don’t fall asleep there just, yet, little one. We're not done, yet.”
Grabbing her sides, he heaved her up and turned her over, slamming her roughly back down onto the top of the boulder. A sudden fear washed across Isabelle as the gang leader used his knee to part her legs, his fingers sliding along the crease of her buttocks. Then she felt the knob of his cock nudging between the cheeks. She tried to crawl away, but he held her tight.
"No, please, not there!" she cried.
Joe laughed harshly. "Why shouldn’t I?”
With a sharp hiss, he plunged into her, burying himself completely. She cried out and her cry elicited a deep groan from him. He slipped an arm around her body and held her tightly, his hand plumping her breast as he thrust into her.
“Stop it! Please, stop it,” she pleaded as pain raced throughout her entire body.
"Yeah, beg as much as you want. I love it when they do that," he hissed.
He piston his cock into her and all Isabelle could do was to hang on. Her body, so small underneath the heaviness of his, shuddered in his arms as he fucked her mercilessly. Suddenly, she felt him pull out, grab her and turn her onto her back. Eyes wide, she watched as he threw himself on her, his face contorted with his need to cum. He snapped his hips and pushed his cock back into her. He thrust deeper and harder this time, and she felt him filling her up until there was nothing in the Mojave but his cock and her cunt, grinding and rasping and scraping against each other. He grabbed her hands and pulled them over her head, pressing her wrists tightly against the smooth portions of the boulder, stretching her body out. Isabelle closed her eyes for she was totally at his mercy.
She tossed her head back as she felt her body's need to cum again and, as she violently climaxed, screaming both from ecstasy and defeat. Then she felt and heard him as he also came. He shouted hoarsely, pumping his hips against her, jetting his hot cum deep into her spasming sex. The two bucked and twisted and writhed on boulder.
Then, finally, her climax slowly subsiding, Isabelle laid limply on the rock, totally worn out as Joe pulled out of her anal orifice. He turned to his fellow Powder Gangers and chuckled, “She’s all warmed up, boys. Heave to it.”
For the next hour, Isabelle weathered the storm of cocks and humiliating laughter as each remaining member of Joe's gang pounded her loins and ass until the point where she could no longer feel anything below her naval area. Finally, as she started to loss conscious thought the biggest member of the lot walk up to her and bounded her hands together before heaving her off the rock and onto his massive shoulders. She watched the moving ground below her until darkness finally consumed her.
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