Fallout: The Red Hand Gang (extreme freeform small groups) Closed

[BlueEyedBard]

*Diesel looked at the device that Volkner held out to him. A strange, phallic probe of some kind he thought. Why the hell would people make such a seemingly worthless object. But that hardly mattered, what mattered is that it would make a decent enough tool to torture the slave who was squirming on his fingers. But when she spoke, trying to give the device a proper name it seemed he just frowned and jammed the two fingers in her asshole up to the last knuckle and then yanked her up even more, like a huge fish on the end of a line, lifting her toes up off thread ground.*
Give me this goddamn thing...
*He said snatching the tool from Volkner and looking it over. He then looked down at the slave writhing on his fingers and brought the object so close to her face that it was pressing against her, the head pushing against on of her eyes.*
Do you know what this is whore? What's it called?
*Before she could even answer he lowered the tool down her face to her lips and then forced in into her mouth. About halfway at first then kept pushing the device as deep as he could, until the head of the tool was pushing its way into her throat.*
Come on slave bitch! If you know what it's called the say the name!
*All at once he yanked the device out of her throat completely*
Maybe you need your memory jogged.
*Then bringing the tool down where his other hand was he spread his fingers in her ass as far as he could before jamming the phallic device into her asshole along with them. Once the device was agonizingly pushed in all the way to the hilt he pulled his fingers out. With his now free hand he reached back up to her head and took a handful of hair in his fist and yanked her head up. Then he switched on one of the functions and the device started to move, not vibrate, but swing around almost like a cowboy swinging a lasso.*
You remember what it's called now? I don't care where you get in here Volkner,  just teach this bitch what it means to be a waistlander. Fill up its mouth if you want, it may as well be good for something.

((So everyone knows I am doing this star thing to indicate action in this thread only, once we are in the actual game that goes away and it's only storytelling style allowed. I can't even hardly write this way in the request thread.))

[Logoff]

Volkner's eyes met with the slave girl's eyes. Her pupils grew with the whole commotion and he viewed with keen interest as he kept his gaze on her. Just as her head was pulled back by her hair, he undid his pants. Her mouth opened wide and he placed his semi-soft penis between her teeth, shoving her head back down towards his lower pelvic region as his phallus grew.

Ooc: Aight, off to study. Best to luck with everyone! :p

[Eobelle]

*Alea arches her back and moans loudly as her ass is pulled up so her toes come off the ground.  She lifts them both out to the side in a full splits as stretches them forward, so that her calves sit on the corners of the table allowing her to relieve the pressure on her throbbing asshole as she continues to buck against it, her confused nervous system demanding more as she lewdly displays herself. 

Her eyes open wide as she tries to focus on the object again through the tears that trace black contrails of precious khol down her face.  She opens her mouth to say it, but falters, closing her eyes to eject more wetness onto her cheeks in pure embarrassment.  Her eyes fly open again as the object is rammed down her throat.  She instinctively deepthroats it, as her throat no longer has any concept of a gag-reflex.  She presses her head forward, taking it to the hilt as her left hand snakes in between her legs to rub furious circles on her desperate clitoris.

The girl is lost in sensation, and beginning to asphyxiate on the dildo when it is ripped out of her throat, gasping for air as she cums for her new owners, squirting her pussy juices onto the rough wood of the table, which soaks it in immediately as if it were as thirsty for her cum as the three men who surround her.  Her breath comes in rough gasps as she screams while cumming, completely unable to comply with the command to speak. 

As the dildo is rammed into her ass with fingers still in it, she cums again and harder.  her hips rock back and forth, fucking it wildly as she slips a finger into her unnaturally slippery and elastic urethra, fucking herself there and exposing her shining pink pussy even more as another squirt of girl-cum erupts from it.  She moans louder as she catches Volkner's eyes with her own, desperate for more.

With a herculean amount of willpower, she manages to scream "DICK!  It's a dick.. a dil... a dildooooouuuungh!" as she cums again from having to say it in front of them and everyone.  Her body shudders at the freakish sensations running through her from the rotating dildo as her involuntary scream keeps her mouth open in front of Volkner, here eyes filled with fear at the thought of being choked with another cock.  She doesn't resist as the hardening cock is placed in her mouth, her tongue swirling around it as she fights to keep her mouth as open as possible.  Pre-programmed instincts guide her tongue and head as she frantically bobs and licks it to turgidity, her mind awash with sensation and her body acting on instinct alone as she fucks her ass back harder against the swirling device inside it. 

[WhatLiesAbove]

I guess I can whip up something for 2nd in command if it's okay! Just gimme a day or so?

[BlueEyedBard]

Please do, we'll just be here pummeling the hell out of the slave girl until all the spots are filled. 

[Logoff]

Ooc: I told a white lie, came back to just to do one more Oh also, I changed my character from the Fallout version to an actual person version of him. :)

Volkner had reached full potential as he let the bitch do her notion. His hands clamped onto her head as his eyes closed when her tongue was at work. Just a little bit further and- Huston, we have a smooth landing. From watching carefully he saw that her gag reflex was none to non-existent, so he had nothing to worry about. His mind picturing the event in front of him as he didn't want to watch. After a little while he couldn't hold it in anymore from this small heaven and he let it all out. 

[BlueEyedBard]

((I've actually been meaning to do the same thing for awhile now, so I did the same thing.))

*Now that Volkner had ahold of the slave's head he was able to let go of his fistfull of hair and moved that now free hand to one of her ass cheeks to spread it even wider as he worked the still rotating device in her butt. While fucking her ass with the tool he noticed another dial that had a 1-5 level on it, it was the vibration control. Not knowing, or caring what it did he turned the vibration level all the way to max and the device erupted to life.*
Woah! This is a hell of a...whatever you call it.
*After working it in her ass a but more he finally got sick of waiting on Frankenstein to pass the psycho-jet he shoved his hand that had been holding her ass into one of his pockets. When he pulled it out again he had one dose of jet in his hand. Well not as interesting as what he had in mind, but whatever. He looked down at her glistening pussy. Then with his firm grip on the hilt of the tool he forced her ass up even higher, arching her back so he had a better view of the soaking wet slit. He reached out with jet and jus he'd the needle deep into her clit before injecting the drug.*
There ya go, see how ya like that.

[Eobelle]

*Alea felt the cock rammed down her throat swell just slightly, speaking in the semaphore of the body that it was about to unload into her belly.  She sped up what little she could muster, as the revolving dildo in her ass took up most of her conscious mind's bandwidth, and relaxed her esophagus as the hard cock bucked as it unloaded its payload deep into her.   The digit in her smallest hole came out of it as she braced herself with her hands to receive Volkner's cum.

Right then, the vibrator started.

She screamed into the cock just as it erupted, which slammed her throat closed.  What would have been a clean, expert swallow turned into an eruption of cum from the girls mouth, dripping off her chin and jaw.  Alea's world swam as she came furiously, her empty pussy grasping for a phantom cock as her ass was forced back up, slamming her face down into the puddle of semen that had just exited her mouth. She was still cumming when the needle of jet hit her.

Everything slowed down to a crawl.  She could feel everything individually, and each sensation was enough to send her into mind-numbing ecstasy.  But her mind was now sharpened past any possible reason, and could not be dulled.  She could feel each individual pulse of the vibrator, the sensation on her ring and it twisted in her,  the sharp pleasure of the needle in her clit, the swelling of her internal clitoris as the jet pushed though it's sensitive, blood-filled cavities, the spasming of her vagina, and the feeling of her wetness on her vulva as she continued to cum.  It was a symphony of wonder, a masterpiece of pleasure, and an oubliette of madness.  Each individual sensation could be felt, but the combination of them was like the overtones that are created when a chord is stuck.  ghostly overtones of pleasure washed over her, harmonizing with the individual ministrations of the men she was at the mercy of.

It is a special kind of hell, the kind that you never want to leave.

[WhatLiesAbove]

Name: Dominique "Mo" Collins
Appearance: Dark hair, olive skin. Bright green eyes. Rarely is she seen with a smile.

More Dominique

Biography:  Dominique has known John since she was just a kid. After the mutants had attacked his homestead, they had come for hers. Poor Dominique was only 7 years old. Scared out of her mind, she had hidden in the air ducts of the house, allowing her family to try and ward off the attack.

Dominique has lived with survivors guilt ever since.

When John found her, she was a huddled mess. It took many years, and a lot of killing for her to come out of her shell. Travelling from place to place, always at Johns side, she was always the one person who always had his back. And seeing as he literally gave her her life back, she has been loyal to him ever since she learned to fight, and got her voice back.

Even still, she keeps mostly to herself, rarely seen off of John's hip. She has a tough exterior, though upon opening up, people will see she's just like any other girl coming into adulthood. Moments of immaturity. Still, her naivety sluffed off years ago, and she has no qualms or questions about her role in life, and what people typically want from her.
Age: 23
Gender: Female
Gear: She has two mainstay weapons. A modified katana-like blade made from tempered steel, with a saw-tooth pattern on the blunt edge. Seems to be held together with brass couplings to her hilt. It remains on her back, and she most definitely knows how to use it.

The other weapon she holds is a Baretta M9, swiped off of a dead soldier. It's strapped with a thigh holster to her right thigh for easy drawing.

On her belt she holds four extra magazines for her firearm, as well as a radio for when she's out in the field, and a canteen, typically filled with water. Dominique isn't much of a drinker (in fact she's a lightweight).
Sexual Orientation: While she hasn't actually hooked up with a woman, she does consider herself bisexual (or bicurious at the very least). She enjoys men...though she's slow to warm up to them, having been raped in the past.
Likes: Long walks, silence, John Morgan, Midnight (her sword), practicing, getting close to people (even though its difficult)
Dislikes: Assholes, know it alls, mutants, naive people.

[BlueEyedBard]

Welcome Dominique! 2nd in command of the Red Hand Gang!

Once the other two profiles drop we will get this game going.

I will probably post an OOC thread tomorrow and I'll post it here.

[WhatLiesAbove]

OOC: I'll just join in to let Mo see what's going on, maybe flesh her out before we start. 

Mo had heard the noise. Shit....a deaf man could have heard the noises. So, she stopped what she had been doing, inventorying their stocks, and followed the noises. Muffled sound became muted voices, and then discernible voices. As she came into the room, actual voices were heard, and she made out at least three sounds, perhaps more.

She stopped short as she took in the scene. A slender brow arched, her hands being shoved into the pockets of skin-tight black jeans. Looking between each person in the small group, she would finally settle upon Deisel.

"What the fuck are you morons doing?!"

[Logoff]

Volkner had already cleaned himself up just as Mo burst into the room. Instinctively he threw the dirtied hand towel quickly to the ground away from him. A pang of guilt swept through his mind thinking over the act he had just done. His feet started to step backwards from the mess on the table. His eyes shifted to Mo and Diesel rapidly. He didn't say anything but he did have a good excuse for himself if something did happen. 

[BlueEyedBard]

((Ok, I'm dropping the star thing to just write like normal. It was killing me anyway. ))

Once the jet was spent he tossed the empty container to the side and it clicked across the floor into a corner. He laughed a little as the slave writer around in an insane display of ecstasy and pain that he had never seen on a person before. He figured they had picked up one of the most depraved people in The waist land. She screamed and sprayed cum from her mouth while also spraying her orgasm from her sopping wet pussy. He could only imagine what kinds of sensations were shooting through her body between the dildo and the jet. Then he noticed Mo enter from her place with the inventory and he turned his attention away from the sluts and to her, still holding the vibrating tool deep in the slave's ass.

"Hey, that whore we decided not to kill from that last group of raiders wanted to show off her skills." He laughed again as he glanced back to the slave and returned to Mo. "Then Volkner found this thing..." He referenced the dildo in the girl's ass by drawing it out just enough to show how wildly it was rotating and vibrating before jamming it back into her ass. "I think he called it a dillido? She called it something different, either way it has a stupid name." He looked back to the girl on the table and pressed her down again with his free hand in the middle of her lower back.

"Come and try this thing out, it's pretty wild." Diesel offered Mo a turn using the dildo on the slave. "She's a fuckin' animal I swear, I've never seen someone cum so many times. I think she may burn a hole through the table!"

[Eobelle]

Alea lay there, heart racing, looking at the woman who had just some in to see her lying nude on the table with her legs in the splits, her ass sticking up in the air and full of multi-action dildo with cum on her face and mouth.  The tremors of her recent orgasms shocked through her as the jet continues to slow everything down to a crawl.  The half pull of the dildo elicited an unbidden load moan from Alea, then when it was shoved unceremoniously back into her ass, she could not stop herself from slowly tilting her ass up and down to savor it's pressure inside her ass.  Alea's bright amber eyes only betrayed her supreme embarrassment as one large tear crept out of her eye and down her cheek to moisten the swiftly drying cum on her chin.  Alea could see this slender woman clearly, her green eyes flashing with contempt under her dark hair, and wished that she could somehow hide her shame that was displayed for all to see.

[WhatLiesAbove]

A single glare from those bright green eyes in Volkners direction said it all. You aren't going anywhere. Her hands slipped from her pockets, right hand drawing her beretta. Hammer was cocked back with an eerie 'click', though it wasn't pointed at anyone.

Her snort was plain, and though anyone else would miss it because of the bit of dirt on her face, Deisel could see that the slender woman was blushing. Still, she kept that tough-girl attitude.

"A turn? Do I look like I want your guys sloppy fuckin' seconds?" Moving to the girl spread out on the table, she would press the barrel of that gun to the side of her head. Leaning in close, she would speak low.

"How about it, sugar? Should I end you now? Or let these guys make you cum to death?"

[BlueEyedBard]

Diesel did notice the little glow so red in Mo's cheeks, it wasn't the first time he had seen it, but he would never bring it up, at least not in front of anyone else. Nor would he have let anyone else bring it up. It's not like he felt she needed protecting, in fact he knew that Mo was the one person who would always save his ass. No, he wouldn't let someone speak that way about her because she had proved to be his only friend his whole life, and he didn't let people speak down to his friends. "This bitch was sloppy before anybody even got firsts." He replied as Mo made her way across the room to the table where the slave was spread out in a wet mess.

When Mo pressed the barrel of her gun against the girl's head he just laughed. He couldn't help thinking how sexy she was when she threatened someone. Those green eyes, that deadly demeanor, that fucking gun! She scared people more than anyone in the gang, he thought, and for good reason. After a moment of waiting for the slave to sputter out another answer he put his hand on the side of her face, tleaking sure she was facing Mo and roughly shover her down into the puddle of cum on the table's surface. "Come on, answer her question! I would say blow her brains out, it's not like she uses them. If it wasn't such a pain in the ass to clean up the mess." As he spoke he twisted the dildo in the slave's ass one way then the other.

[Etherealgirl]

Name: Megan 'Brink' Wayland

Appearance: 5'7, 110lbs, Blonde hair, Blue-gray eyes, Tattoo sleeve up her right arm, back of neck, and lower pelvis, Busty, Dark under eye make up.

Age: 23

Gender: Female

Biography: Megan doesn't like talking about what she did before joining up with the Red Hand Gang. In fact the only one who knows the actual story is Diesel and Mo. Megan had in fact been born into the Enclave, the remnant to the old American Government.

Her early life was that of training, in combat, power armor, mechanics, math, a bit of science, and their extreme xenophobic ideals that was the corner stone of their existence. Megan excelled in most aspects, but her general curiosity about the wasteland often kept her distracted.

When she was seventeen she was elected to partake in a mission in which an old military research facility had been located. She was to secure it and bring back any technology found. Her and five other members left, but none return.

The facility was occupied by Super Mutants, and what made things worse, a faction known as the gunners were also attempting to take the place. Megan's team struck an accord with the gunners to help take back the facility, in exchange for half of the weapon stock in the building. Megan's team would of course betray the Gunners once the super mutants had been dealt with and take everything for themselves.

During the three day siege of the facility, Megan grew close to a Gunner named Jack, and when it came time to betray him, Megan could not. She turned on her fellow Enclave members and fled into the wasteland with Jack.

What followed was 3 years of working with the Gunners and living with Jack. When she was twenty one, Megan got pregnant and gave birth to her son, William. Jack, however, didn't live to see the birth of his son. He was killed by a Ghoul attack.

Alone and with a baby, Megan left. She knew she couldn't raise the child by herself, and it was too dangerous in the Gunner organization for an infant and her. So she gave up her son to a couple, and left. (To this day its a very sore subject for her).

Unwilling to return to the gunners, due to the painful memories of Jack and her son, she left and traveled alone among the wasteland, until finding a place among The Red hand Gang.

Gear: .44 Magnum, back pack full of food and water, several bullets for her gun, Sun glasses, 4 grenades, Flash Light, Broken Pip-Boy, Stealth Boy, Assult Rifle and Several dresses, and odd assortment of clothes.

Sexual Orientation: Bisexual

Likes: Nukacola, Guns, Power Armor, Dogs, Freedom, Grenades, Dresses, make up.

Dislikes: Oppression, Ghouls, Super Mutants, Weakness,

[Mathim]

How the hell did we end up with such a good balance of both male and female characters? That almost never happens unless it's a stipulation of the recruiter.

[Eobelle]

Alea looked up at Mo, her perception of reality speeding up as the jet wore off.  In a flash she was suddenly back in real time, with that dildo being jammed back in her ass by Diesel.

Her shining amber eyes betrayed her fear at this moment, a loaded gun at her temple.  "No...  no please.." she begged for her life shaking her head. "I'm fine... like this".  She blushed profusely as she moaned softly from the ministrations of Diesel, and looked down for a second.  "I can please you too, if you want." she said a little louder, looking the athletic woman up and down.  This was life now for Alea, and while she had to fight herself in order to do it, it was a fight she would take on and win.

[BlueEyedBard]

An emphatic welcome to Megan "Brink"Wayland, the Red Hand Gang's gunner, awesome.

I will definitely be making the OOC thread later today where I will move all of your character sheets to the first post so that they are all in order and once we get a profile from the theif we can get started!

[Etherealgirl]

Hi Everyone!

[WhatLiesAbove]

She gave an almost snorting laugh of derision. Rising up again, she'd give Alea's head a gentle nudge with the barrel of that gun, before putting it away. "Please....I wouldn't touch you with your old gang-leaders dick." Snap of the holster could be heard giving a little click as it was put back in place, and she looked to Diesel.

"I'm not cleaning this shit up. It's your mess....you and Volkner clean it up."

WIth that she turned upon the heel of her boots. Hips gave their natural sexy sway, that perky backside bouncing back and forth as she just walked out. Whatever disgusting thing the boys were about to do next...she didn't need to see it.

[BlueEyedBard]

Without a word Diesel watched Mo leave the room. Of course he hadn't expected her to clean up anything, even if she had decided to blow the slave's brains out. Cleaning wasn't her job, it wasn't his job either for that matter. "I'm not cleaning shit..." He said after her as Mo left the room. "Especially as long as we have a little slave whore who desperately wants to stay alive." He said as his gaze shifted Alea. "You do want to stay alive, right?" He asked her as he noticed a filthy old rag on the floor next to the toe of his boot.

He knelt down and took the rag in his hand, using the powerful dildo still lodged in Alea's ass as leverage. Once he was standing he threw the old rag into Alea's face. "Then clean this shit up!"

[Eobelle]

Alea could feel the imprinted reactions flow through her body as Mo humiliated her in front of the rest of the gang.  Her brain screamed in shame, half wanting the offered bullet in the brainpan, while her treasonous body shuddered with delight.  Her eyes could not bear to leave the hypnotic sway of the warrior's hips as she left, enraptured by the her strong and violent presence.  The girl fucked back on the dildo in her ass once more as she watched Mo's departure, but she was now spent... at least for the time being.

Alea moaned again as the dildo pressed into her ass when Diesel picked up the rag.  It hit her in the face and fell into the puddle of semen and spit that was soaking into the table.  She twisted back to look at the man still savaging her asshole and nodded "yes, sir... sorry sir" she meekly said, wiping the cum off her chin as well as the puddle that was soaking into the worn, thirsty wood of the table. 

[WhatLiesAbove]

Hearing the slaves response, Mo just ended her walk at the wall. She leaned against it, arms crossing just under those full, perky mounds.

Were she to tell the truth of it, the scene she had walked in on had been rather hot. Okay, really hot. Still, she hadn't ever done it with another woman before. She sure as hell wasn't going to do it in the middle of a room with people watching. Well...maybe Diesel. He was the only one she truly trusted enough to be with her on her first time with another woman.

The idea of which made things low in her belly clench with rising need.

Further away from the group, she could hide the fact. Arms shifted as she squirmed, brushing against full breasts in an attempt to get aching nipples to go back down. If anyone saw them, she would definitely be caught.