Thread: Wasteland Captive (DeviantDesire x Lady Arachnia)

Some plans went off too well for Lydia to even believe it. There had been a great unease in her camp the night before, when her scouts brought in word of a dozen or so heavily-armed vigilante types were making their way from New Prospect, a nearby settlement that Lydia's Red Fangs had terrorized the outskirts of, to seek out the bandit camp. It was a good thing the raiders had heard of them first, in truth, because numbers like those almost equalled the twenty raiders she had at her disposal. Certainly enough to do some damage, and perhaps enough to succeed in wiping out the raider band...If they caught them unawares. But they certainly did not. A narrow valley was the only approach to the camp from the west, and predictably, the would-be heroes took that path. Ready for their arrival, the raiders had hid up behind ridges, with landmines set where the valley converged to its narrowest. The explosions devastated the group's frontrunners, and the firefight that ensued afterwards was relatively short, with the bandits having the high ground and the mercenaries below having no cover available to them. In the end, Lydia had lost just two of her Red Fangs, while the entire group below was either killed or captured. Seven of the mercenaries were not immediately killed in the battle. Two more of those died from their wounds moments later, leaving Lydia with five captives two males and three females. This was no coincidence female slaves were often more valuable, so her men had been told to shoot to kill the males of the group more mercilessly. All of the captives had been stripped entirely naked, brought to a rusted-iron barred cell below the raider's camp, and bound up to wooden stakes. Shackles held their wrists together behind the poles, while two more manacles attached to the floor bound their ankles to the ground. Escape seemed a highly unlikely prospect, and it was here that the captives were left for several hours, the guards assigned to watching them berating them, Look at the tits on that one, one gruff, eye-patched man said to an older raider, Wanna pop open the door and have a go at her? Don't be a dumbass, the gray-haired bandit sharply replied, Lay a hand on any of 'em before the boss-lady comes around, and I ain't gonna protect you from her. The younger, apparently stupider raider clicked his tongue and muttered some curses, but seemed to see the truth in his older companion's words. Another couple hours later, the 'boss-lady' did come to check on her prizes. Lydia or Zenobia, as she styled herself sometimes, after an ancient queen she had read about in some pre-war book her group found was quite the striking figure, still in her raider's battle-leathers from the fight early that morning. Her head was clean-shaven, but for a shock of dark-brown hair that ran down the center of her scalp, the mohawk falling to cover one side of her head, just to her earlobe. Her skin was a deep bronze like most in this land, as walking the deserts that used to be southern California offered little protection from the harsh sunlight. Tight leathers covered a whiplike and battle-scarred body, her arms left bare to show of the tightly-corded muscle she possessed. Her curves were scant to go along with the lean and fierce build, but the rather wide-for-her-size hips she possessed were distinctly feminine. Black boots reached up just below her knee, and she looked armed to the teeth a knife sheathed on her forearm, one hanging from her belt, and still another unseen one inside of her boots. The pistol on her hip completed her current armaments. She entered the cell, examining each of her captives. The males she barely spared a moment for, but to glare at one who became to shout insults as she walked by. The look quickly shut him up, so no reply was deemed necessary. The raideress gave the females of the group a bit more time. She ran her hand down the side of the first one's cheek, her hand snaking slowly over the naked body before her to grasp at a breast and quick it a twist, and further down again to grope unceremoniously between her legs. This girl's only reply was to whimper and sob. The second was not so docile in her response when Lydia moved on to give her the same treatment, giving her captor some harsh words. This drew another glare and a quick-as-lightning slap across the face, turning the girl's cheek red and silencing her complaints. The leader of the Red Fang moved on to the last of her captives in line, letting her eyes unabashedly drink in the woman's naked figure. Hmmm...