Thread: The Ruin of Mankind

Wincing in discomfort as her assailant's robust thighs continued to crush her narrow waist, Cali could only look up at the terrifying, bloody face glaring back down at her, sporting the most sinister grin. Droplets of blood from the cuts along the brute's arm and cheek still thudded lightly over the leather surface of her jacket, but he clearly seemed too engulfed by maddening rage to be concerned. The creepy fucker standing a few feet away was undoubtedly right about the answer that she'd given being the wrong one. A small part of Cali was tempted to give in now, to save herself from any further punishment, but the considerable ego which she'd developed over the years of being a highly successful bounty hunter refused to allow it. Besides, she wasn't stupid or naive enough to actually believe that she wouldn't be harmed as long as she just spoke the words that the monster mounted atop of her wanted to hear. A couple of years ago, Cali had stumbled upon a pack of scumbags just like the ones that she was dealing with now who'd captured a young woman, maybe twenty-one or twenty-two years old, keeping her for 'entertainment' at their camp. Sneaking into the camp late at night, Cali was able to mow them all down before they could realize what hit them. She thought that she'd managed to save the poor captive, but the first thing that the traumatized girl did after Cali had untied her was to borrow the pistol strapped to her savior's thigh so that she could put a bullet through her own brain. And now, barring some sort of miracle, the same dreadful fate that had befallen that girl awaited Cali. She turned her head in the opposite direction of the wind, spitting out the granules of sand that had been blown into her mouth while she gasped for air. As if on cue when Halberd mentioned the weather, she could the shade being cast down by the dark clouds in the sky sweeping over her, providing her with a tiny bit of relief since she felt as if she were burning up. It wouldn't keep being any relief at all if it started to rain, however, and the wasteland's precipitations were more often acidic than not. Either way, that was by far the least of Cali's problems. Her hands shot up instinctively to take a hold of Red's wrist when he suddenly grabbed her by the throat, struggling to make him let go, but she may as well have been trying to move a mountain with her bare hands. Even at full strength, the slender bounty hunter would have had absolutely no chance of overpowering the colossal man, much less now when she was so winded and sore that she could barely move. Pressure immediately started building in Cali's face as he squeezed her neck, causing a new rush of panic and adrenaline to shoot through her body. Planting her heels and shoulders into the ground, she futilely pushed up, trying to buck the monster off of her, but he was nothing short of immovable. Her eyes shot wide open once again, filled to the brim with shock and genuine terror, and for the first time ever, Cali felt utterly powerless. Her hands slipped from the raider's writs up to his thick and calloused fingers in a pathetic attempt to pry them away, but the tiny amount of strength that she had left was waning with every passing second that he choked the life out of her. Croaking weakly as her eyelids began to droop, Cali's struggles grew increasingly jerky and erratic, but at best it only made Red's task of tearing her clothes away marginally more challenging. By then, Cali was only vaguely aware of her jacket being torn open and the black sports bra that she wore underneath being viciously ripped off, causing her generous 34D breasts to spill out and flop around while she writhed and spasmed. Her nipples were a darker shade of pinkish-peach than her pale flesh with areolas just under two inches in diameter and a perky nub roughly the size of a nickel at each of their centers, both of them standing fully erect with fear. Cali's face went to a dark shade of crimson while the raider got started on the lower half of her body, her struggling having all but stopped. The leather pants that she wore were torn away as if they'd been made of paper, followed shortly by her boots, gloves, and finally her red panties which wedged deeply into her slit as Red yanked them up before they eventually snapped. If Red too the time to admire his own handywork, he would be treated to the sight of Cali's mound, covered only by a neatly trimmed patch of short pubic hair. As for Cali, the only concept swimming around through her barely conscious mind was the certainty of death until he finally released her right when she was on the verge of blacking out. Her amber eyes suddenly shot back open as she greedily inhaled as much air as she could, clutching at her bruised throat with both hands while she lay there completely naked. Before Cali could have more than a few seconds of respite, the voltage being pumped through her by the shock collar sent her writhing and rolling uncontrollably over the ground, sand clinging to her flesh that was damp with sweat. The sudden and intense burning pain drew a loud scream out of her which felt like shards of glass passing through her injured throat. Just when she thought it was over, another shock wracked her abused body, leaving her muscles burning and paralyzed as she lay on her back, her toned stomach rippling and her chest heaving up and down as she coughed and gasped for the precious oxygen that she'd been deprived of. Cali's head was still feeling heavy and pounding when she heard the raider bark at her again to obey him. Rolling her head over towards him, she noticed the jeep and the additional men, causing her to feel even more humiliated than she already did. As much pain as she was in, though, she still stubbornly refused to give him the satisfaction of breaking her. With great difficulty, Cali managed to lift one arm up towards him and raise her middle finger nice and high, finding a tiny amount of solace through telling him off in front of his men even if she fully expected to pay for it.