TRIGGER WARNINGS: Noncon, impact play (spanking), humiliation, exhibitionism, and psychological trauma.

The desert sun bent the atmosphere of the Mojave Wasteland; its arid landscape splintered and cracked beneath the Courier’s feet. Barren trees bent in the dry breeze, and a metallic scent tinged the wind; Mojave’s former grandeur swallowed by martial law and bloodshed. Yet, within it stood a bastion of tyrannic control: the Legate’s Camp near the crumbling edifice of the Hoover Dam. Here, strength was law, as the remnants of humanity huddled under the watchful gaze of a steel-clad figure: Lanius Legate, the merciless commander of the Legion’s forces.

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Lilith peaked from the crevice of the tent she’d stolen. To her right, was an unconscious and bound Legionnaire. She'd used his own belt to restrain him. His makeshift gag a rag, and his fetters whatever ropes she could find. His muffled wails were no threat, but Lilith knew she’d be discovered should the soldiers complete their rounds.

Lillith clicked her tongue, cursing silently. Turning to her captive, she said. "For both our sakes, you'd better hope I win this fight. I'm sure the Monster will kill you upon discovering your failure."

The Courier’s eyes returned to the horizon. She needed to send a signal to her reinforcements but with the Legion's prying eyes. She'd likely die before her aid arrived.

Lilith turned to her bound foe. "Do you want to live?"

She approached him and kneeled to remove the gag from his mouth. He didn't scream and instead returned a tearful gaze—one that had witnessed firsthand the horror of Lanius' dissatisfaction.

"You've doomed us both," he whispered as if praying. "When the sun is lowest in the sky, sneak towards the Western Wall. You'll have a few minutes between guard changes since I'll be here. Either way, shortly after sundown, they’ll call for me and investigate this tent."

Lilith nodded and stuffed his mouth with the gag. He closed his eyes and curled fetal away from her. Minutes passed like an eternity and finally, the Courier made her move.

She removed a flare from her backpack and aimed it towards the starry horizon. Checking her peripheral for watchmen, she fired the sparkling signal. Its red glimmer arced through the sky and Lillith darted to the nearest refuge. She heard screams and then rumbling all around her. She could not tell friend from foe and soon the forces of the new world collided in the desert night.

"Our victory will be swift and purchased with blood!" Lanius's deep baritone rang out across the battlefield; a rapture of gunshots and anguished screams ensued. Bodies mangled, flailed and twisted. Lillith did not think. She’d no time to. She simply fought and fought until she could fight no more…

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Lilith gasped as she felt the coarse rope coil around her wrists. Lanius’ men fumbled to restrain the Courier. Desperately she tried to pull her hands apart, thrashing, screaming and flailing her limbs, but she’d been outnumbered and pinned. Their weight pressed into her spine, and her arms twisted unnaturally behind her. Greedily they stripped Lilith to her undergarments. Her legs kicked as her pants were wrestled away, and Lilith’s face pressed harshly into the earth. They tore her shirt from her torso, and she yelped feeling the crisp air on her skin. Finally, seizing her legs, they fettered the Courier’s ankles with cuffs.

The heavy footfalls of Lanius’ clinking armor silenced their clamor; the men fled from her bound figure. The Courier’s olive skin sheened in the firelight. Sweat drenched her lithe frame and matted the Courier black hair to her scalp. Lilith’s blue eyes glinted with ill intent. She snarled like a beast cornered. Her exposed flesh scratched rutilant from the many battles that led to this disastrous defeat.

With one steel-clad arm, Lanius hoisted Lilith’s bantamweight over his shoulder. Like captured game, he carried the Courier towards his tent. All around them, the macabre sounds of battle tortured the air. Fires flickered in the distance as the Legion hounded the remnants of the resistance. The Courier’s comrades cried out into the night. Their death throes warbled wails that mangled in their slit throats.

Lanius tossed Lilith onto his bedding, and the plush cushioning softened the impact. Lilith rolled onto her side to sit up, and the Legate postured with his arms folded across his bronzed and bloodied chest plate.

"I knew this day would come, Courier."

Lilith's snarl revealed the pinks of her gums. She'd been hogtied; her back arched painfully from the bindings tethering her ankles and wrist together. With some effort, she’d loosened the forced arch of her spine, but the coarse leather seared into her flesh. Lilith refused to show weakness.

“Kill me now or you’ll regret it later.” She spat.

Lanius’ expression was indeterminable beneath his golden mask. His posture like a marble statue and his voice tinged with amusement.

"Such conviction, Courier.” Lanius chuckled and it sounded more like a rumble. “I can only hope this hurts you more than it pleases me.”

“What do you want from me monster?” Lilith decried. Her face flushed rutilant with rage. She’d spent half a lifetime fighting Caesar’s forces and the Legate was a wanton instrument of destruction. She’d kill him no matter the cost. No matter how tortured or disfigured she became Lilith would bare her fangs at their throats.

Lanius shrugged. “Nothing that I can’t already take.” Lanius posture shifted and his armor rattled. “But to see you bound and humiliated is satisfaction in its own.”

Lilith's mouth pursed to a flatline. Lanius’ gaze raked over her nubile figure appraisingly. The Legate was a towering brass figure, at least six feet tall, and his broad shoulders seemingly accentuated by the red cape draped over his violent frame. He drew a knife from his hip and pressed the blade to the pale sliver that was Lilith’s neck. The Courier gulped. The blade’s silvery edge winked in the lambent moonlight. Turning the flat of the dagger, against her goosebumped skin. He ran its frigid steel along her exposed curves.

The metal brushed her pebbled tit and Lilith winced. She bit her lip to stifle any sounds of weakness. Lanius explored her body, slowly as if examining a patient, his cold metal hand dragged across her bare flesh. Sending shivers through her slender frame then withdrawing his touch. Lanius began to remove his armor.

"Do you remember what I told you before, Courier?"

Lilith averted her eyes; too fearful to admit what Lanius spoke of.

The Legate’s gaze stared back at her through the abyss black of his mask’s eyes. Lilith wriggled some more, and her breasts strained against the lace of her bra. The knots of her ropes loosened, and she heaved and flailed desperate to escape. Lanius's golden armor piled at his dirt-caked feet. Lilith's eyes widened with dread. He stood naked before her, and his mortal visage was far more repulsive. She didn’t want to think of him as man. Lanius' gaze ogled the contours of her nubile figure. He sauntered forward, gripping her throat to silence Lilith’s panic. He forced her gaze into his and Lilith saw nere an ounce of humanity.

Pitch-black orbs returned her watery gaze. He wasn’t looking at Lillith. Lanius saw no one—merely Caesar’s will and its obstacles.

“You will die when Caesar permits you Courier.” His hot breath wafted across her face and Lilith’s nose crinkled.

His dreadful proximity, musk and harsh grip reminisced a primordial fear. Lilith’s gut gnarled with instinctual dread. The woman trembled and shook to free herself from his grasp, but Lanius pushed her onto the bed. He straddled Lilith and brandishing the knife he ran its edge between the crevice of her chest. Lilith’s chest swelled and shrunk. Her panic evident in the creases of her face and belabored breaths.

She whimpered in shock, dreading what he had in store for her next. She didn't know what was more horrifying - the sight of his pulsing cock rising up towards her...

"Please, you don't have to do this. Just kill me. I won’t accept this disgrace!” Panic rose up inside her. Lilith’s face twisted with terror. Her slender body trembling uncontrollably. She couldn't be defiled like this. Not by him. Not like this… anything but this...

"You're shaking like a leaf in the wind, Lilith." Lanius jeered and squeezed her waist with his powerful thighs. The Courier yelped, feeling her lungs constrict. He screamed and pulled until her shoulders crackled with tension. The bindings came undone and her arms flew out from beneath her. Lilith bawled her hands into tiny fists and slammed into Lanius’ rigid torso and thighs.

He quickly apprehended her juvenile strength. Lanius pinned her hands to the bed and lifting his hips. His burgeoning erection stood vertically against his chiseled and scarred abdomen.

"Look how weak you are." Lanius’ wry smile stretched his grizzly face.

"I’ll fucking kill you, Lanius!" Lilith shook her head violently as she felt his calloused hands grasp and twist at her wrists.

With only panties and a bra, her feminine curves were on full display, perfectly framed by the white lace. Instinctively, she tried to bite into his meaty forearms, but his strength was insurmountable. She writhed haplessly beneath him till exhausted, and Lanius watched with brown eyes dead as autumn.

“I’ll kill you! I’ll kill you! I promise—"

Lilith hollered feeling bile bubble in her throat.

“Surely Courier you’ve learned new words to say.” Lanius positioned his hips so his member throbbed between the crevice of her tits. Its pinkish head poked from her supple mounds and glistened with whatever tainted essence swirled inside his balls.

“What are you—” Lilith eyes widened to pits. “No, stop!” She trembled and twisted. Her bra held her tits pleasantly, and every jostle resulted in his rigid cock nudging against her boobs.

Lanius’ deadpan gaze trailed lower, tracing a path down between Lilith’s breasts, across the sensitive skin of her toned, flat stomach.

A sob wracked Lilith's body as the behemoth's weight sunk their figures into the bed. She averted her teary eyes towards his face, refusing to look at the pulsating shaft that shuddered between them. And yet, she could feel it. Its head nudged against her ribcage; smearing her with its sticky emissions.

"I... I promise? I don't lie, anyone can tell you. I tell the truth, I..." Her words faded out as she felt his cock twitch once more. Glancing up, she finally met Lanius’ gaze, staring up at him with wide, doleful eyes. "Tell me what I can do to prove it to you..." Lilith knew it was a thinly veiled lie, and a hapless hope, but Lanius’ eyes flickered with something indiscernible since she’d seen him naked.

Lonesomeness, perhaps?

Lanius’s grin creased the corners of his eyes; his gaze narrowed to scrutinizing slits.

“Spit on it.” Lanius smiled feeling how her pillowy breasts cradled around his shaft.

“After this, I will trust you.”

Disgust and horror bubbled through Lilith's mind. She could see his cock straining up towards her. Its shaft gnarled and turgid, pulsing and twitching like a living creature. How had it come to this? Her valiant and vibrant life shattered by such sordid horror. She averted her gaze from the flesh polearm. She could feel his excitement thrumming with every waiting second. Lanius’ violent frame shimmered with virile heat.

"If I do this, you'll let me go?" Lilith’s voice wavered. Her body shaking, quivering with adrenaline. What was his intention? Perhaps it wouldn't be so bad... Based on his ogling her tits, perhaps he was merely a voyeur—the type who got off from watching, not touching. Perhaps if she just helped wet his cock, he would do the rest with his hand.

With her face flushed cherry red, she slowly leaned forward. Her brassiere tightened around the swell of her chest. Her ankles clamored in their iron fetters. You can do this… You are strong. She whispered in her head—the little mantra she used to encourage herself before every life gambling mission. And this was just the same, wasn't it? Humbling herself now… using her assets… to have a chance at revenge. A chance at a future! She could do this... she could do this!

Lilith’s first spit was clumsy and unpracticed. Warm saliva driveled down her chin, dripping down onto her ample curves below. Trying again, she aimed forward, a splatter of drool blossoming over his cockhead, his pinkish skin now glistening in the dull light.

The cool fluid spread lovingly across his shaft and Lanius ogled his quarry. Lilith's bra presented her pillowy bosom like dumplings. Wrenching, her shoulders forward, Lanius began to fuck the crevice of her tits.

“Everything was created with preordained purpose, Courier.” As his cock thrust upwards, Lilith recoiled in horror, a gasping spilling from her lips. This couldn't be happening—no, no!

“The Fallout happened to reset the world's natural order. Your healthy body was made to be bred and fucked by powerful men like me.” Lanius growled, feeling his excitement swell towards eruption. “Oh God. Yes.” Lanius pistons his hips. His cock jutted from between her supple mounds and prodded at Lilith's chin. “I’m going to make that maverick face sulk and weep.”

Lilith winced from the shuddering impact of his head ramming against her clavicle, and the soft part of her throat and the underside of her chin...

"No... I... I don't want this. Please, stop.... Stop, that's enough!"

Lanius couldn't stop. The hot feel of his velvet shaft slipping between her tits made his balls shudder and tense. Lilith's pale bosom jiggled with each thrust. Their skin friction and squelched. Lilith's panicked squirming served only to heighten his hunger. It was a hot pocket of breath.

Lanius’ weight carried him forward, and thrusting abruptly he vaulted her from the bed. A choking cry left Lilith's lips as the room shifted sharply above her, gravity taking her to the tarped floor hard and fast. A flash of brilliant light filled her head. Her skull crashed against the ground, and a piercing shard of pain surged through her left arm as her shoulder twisted unnaturally beneath her.

Lanius hadn't cared if he'd broken her arm or bludgeoned her head. His cock needed relief. Lilith's flushed face and white mounds would provide that. Blinking back tears, Lilith struggled to open her eyes, her vision blurred and hazy. She could feel Lanius above her, crowding her out and pinning her down. His hips moved like a rabid rutting dog, and his entire being focused on one thing and one thing alone: using her helpless flesh for his pleasure.

Planting his sweaty palms on either side of her head. His hips rhythmless as he smacked them into her underboob.

"Take it, Lilith. Oh fuck. Take it on your face!" Lanius released a garbled howl. His muscular frame seized as he climaxed atop her.

His shaft surged now, slamming between Lilith’s breasts; ripples shimmered across her skin. The head of his cock now shoved against her throat and chin. It made her gasp, splutter, choke… His growling, gasping moans filled the room, echoing in her ears as he rammed into Lilith with one final, wild, brutal stroke.

His seed hit her like a torrent. A powerful, sticky spray burst against Lilith’s chin and throat—another arcing out over her face, splattering out over her cheek and her nose. Another sticky rope flung upwards, spattering over her right eye and into her tangled black hair, dripping down across her forehead. A wild, inconsolable cry pierced the air. Lilith shuddered in horror beneath him. Hot wet tears spilled from her eyes, mingling with the sticky white fluid that sullied her.

Lanius, in his orgasm-addled haze, did not hear her lament. His hips moved instinctually, draining his manhood of its final dregs. His head spat one last glob towards her wailing lips and The Legate returned from his reverie. His eyes widened at her tear-streaked and cum-stained face. Lanius grinned, swiping a drivel of cum from her cheeks and pressing his thumb into her mouth.

“Here’s your pacifier crybaby.” Lanius laughed and his heavyweight jostled atop her.

Lanius’ sunbaked skin glowed with flakes of boyhood. Feeling entirely confident, he undid her bindings.

Circling to the foot of the bed, Lanius posture proudly in front of her. His half-rigid cock slumped to gravity.

“Are you going to run, Courier? Can I trust you?” Lanius challenged her.

He lavished toying with her like this. To give her false hope, the illusion that her actions or decisions mattered.

Lilith moaned in disgust as the man's dripping thumb pressed between her reluctant lips. The taste of him was foul, making her want to wretch; as he withdrew his thumb, she tried desperately to spit the remnants of his seed to the side, only partially succeeding in removing the stain of Lanius from her mouth.

Blood flow began to return to her arms. The pain in her shoulder tore through her sharply, piercing along her nerves with a cruel ache. Making her arm dangle at an awkward angle, her muscles not properly following the commands of her mind. Like a wounded bird, she cradled her arm with her free hand, turning her body to try and hide her injury from him... to not show any further sign of weakness.

“You will bathe fledgling. My men have been ordered only to watch, and when you are clean you will rest in this bed. Tomorrow morning I shall make you whole with the Legion.”

“The fuck does that mean!” Lilith spat.

Lanius laughed heartily seeing her angry face covered in cum. His grin turned his eyes to slits.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”