Two weeks had passed since their arrival and they had a pretty good operation going. The gauntlet had been upgraded and the parlor was up and running. They had restored the market with some slaves they had found and the women had been sent off to the parlor. Shelbie and two random slaves to be particular. Nuka-Town was turned into a fortress and Kiddie kingdom had been cleared out and fortified. The castle turned into a madhouse and given over to one of Reaper, one of the more ruthless Spartans. Galactic zone was under Spartan control and the robots were reprogrammed and now a part of the Spartan ranks. They had fortified all three parks. However back in Nuka-Town they turned the amphitheater into a prison and the interior of Fizz Top was used as a supply depot.
In the meantime, Connor had sent several recon teams to scout out, the World of refreshment, Dry rock gulch, and safari adventure. He learned that the operators took control of the bottling plant, the disciples had control over dry rock, and the Pack took control of safari. To help expand his territory he took over the red rocket and sent a crew to get the power plant up and running, a goal which had been accomplished. With most of his secondary objectives accomplished he decided to move on the Gulch and to wipe out the disciples.
He stood in the base camp outside of dry rock. From his position he could see that the disciples had heavily fortified it. Several members manned the wall, and a handful of turrets laid outside the entrance. The assault would be carried out on both the gates, with the main force of 300 coming in from the east, while the smaller force of 100 would take the south gate, He had decided to deploy the majority of his forces on the assault and would follow the standard pattern of leaving 100 men behind on every park. In all he had 700 men, but had left another 80 to guard the plant, with 20 in the red-rocket. It was shortly after dawn that Connor picked up his radio and gave the order to attack.
A resounding battle cry sounded at they charged. The disciples wasted no time in opening fire. Bullets whizzed past his head as he returned fire with his 44. Magnum and his men fired with all sorts of weapons, ranging from the pipe gun, to a handmade rifle that the found in the park to laser muskets. Connor ducked as five missiles flew past him and slammed into the park gate. Several chunks scattered off and created an opening. The gate was made entirely out of wood, which was why Connor was impressed by how strong it held up. The gates that the Spartans used was made out of reinforced steel, as were the walls mixed whatever else they could put onto a wall.
Connor saw a disciple jump out from behind the gate and try to open fire but he put a round in her skull. He threw himself against the wall as the rest of his men pilled up and began to breach the gate. When the majority of his men had rushed in he followed behind them. In the distance he could see a flag pole and signaled for twenty men to follow him into the theater. A disciple rose her position on top of the theater stand and her head exploded from behind. Connor dived for cover behind a stack of boxes and observed the battlefield around him. Intense close quarters combat occurred with the disciples resorting to blades. Despite their superior defensive positions and numbers, they were being pushed back onto the main street.
Connor got up and moved into the theater and to his surprise no Disciples occupied it. He spoke to one of his men, "Get a flag up there and secure this position,"
"Yes sir,"
He reached for his radio and hit the talk button, "Report,"
"Sir we've managed to isolate them and push them back. Main street has collapsed back into the tavern. They appear to be digging in right now. We have suffered low casualties surprisingly, orders Sir?" said an officer.
"Roger we've planted the flag. Surround the holdouts and call for a ceasefire on main street and attempt to open relations with them,"
"Roger sir," Connor put his radio away and began to run towards the tavern.
He stood in the middle of main street with the majority of his men behind him and stared towards the tavern where over fifty disciples had crowded together and dug in. They had already either killed or captured the majority of the rest, but at least another 100 remained. He yelled to the occupants. "We are the Spartans and we effectively have control over this park. I'm willing to make all of you a deal. Surrender you can join us! Refuse and you can die fighting or risk being enslaved. The choice is your, but I have to inform you that we've taken out nearly the rest of your fellow gang members!" He didn't receive an immediate response, but he knew that if it came down to it they could take the park. It was all up to the disciples on how it ended. A couple minutes passed before a line of them started filling out with their hands in the air. A large man led the way and quickly moved over to him. When he reached Connor he spoke, "My name is Savory. I'm somewhat of a messenger. The thirty of us and the remaining Disciples accept your offer to join up with you, but the remaining twenty and our leaders have decided to dig in at the tavern."
"Well it's nice to see that some of you know when to kneel. I'll make you an offer, lead the new recruits and take care of those who refuse to join and bring me your leaders alive."
"Is this supposed to prove my loyalty, and is there some kind of reward?"
"Yes it is and if you succeed then you will have command of this park."
"Very Well," He ran off and began collecting his soldiers in preparation for a strike on the tavern. It wasn't until ten minutes latter that about seventy disciples advanced on the tavern flanked by thirty Spartans. The threw smoke grenades into the place and rushed in. Two minutes later they came out with 12 captives. 4 males and 8 females. When they at Connors position they were thrown to their knees and their hoods were removed. Connor walked down the line of prisoners examining in each one. "Savory, what good would the males be?"
"They can work, but does this mean you're not conscripting them?"
"No the 130 that decided to join will be. Send the men the market and find a use for them with the traders. As for the females haul them off to the prison and hand them over to Katie, except for the two leaders,"
"Yes sir," said a Spartan. Connor moved over to Nisha and Dixie and spoke. "Enslave Nisha and give her to Savoy and send Dixie to the gauntlet." They began to drag Dixie away when Savory moved over to him, "Um sir, you said that there were traders in the market,"
"Yes we found some survivors in Nuka-Town and I put some of my men on trading duty. Might as well restore this place to working order, and Savory get your ass down to the gauntlet along with any of your people who would want to see Dixie get a good punishment," Connor began to walk away, "Excuse me, and what's your name?"
"You heard me and the name's Connor,"
Two hours latter Connor sat in his viewing box as Dixie neared the end of the gauntlet. With him was reaver, Savory, katie, and Nisha who was on her knees wearing a slave collar with a chain that connected to gauntlet worn by Savoy, and her hands were bound by a heavy steel cord, they had stripped her down to her underwear. In the meantime the disciples and the Spartans had managed to integrate with the disciples repainting their armor the color of the Spartans and mixing units together. He left thirty former disciples in dry rock with 100 Spartans and mixed the remaining disciples into other areas. Full assimilation was under way. He had giving Savory a seat next to him and decided to spark a conversation while they waited for Dixie, "You disciples have a certain skill type and I admire that but do you know why you lost?"
"No, were more ruthless had two hundred more men and were heavily dug in,"
"Yes, your ruthless is something we need and can mix with the rest our men, but you lost because we have better training, better equipment and coordination. That is something that you will now learn as we will learn your lifestyle and combine it with ours, as will the Pack and the Operators if all goes according to plan,"
"You plan on doing the same to the other gangs?"
"Yes… we need their skills and the numbers. We once had control over the commonwealth before we were pushed out. If we all pooled our resources and unite under one banner then we can rule. So tell me about the other gangs."
"The pack is ruthless and like to party but they respect strength and our led by an Alpha who can be challenged at anytime. Kill him and the Pack will bow. The last I heard they had around 300 men but they were better. Never hold back and unstoppable in combat.
The operators have about 400 in the world of refreshment and another five hundred in bradberton with a combined force of 900 in their ranks and are lead by siblings. William and Mags. They respect only caps and might be willing to join. I don't know what you would want to do with the siblings though."
"Ah well the Pack should be easy and I think the brother could be turned in my favor. As for the sister. I'll decide then." He said and hoped he didn't give a hint of surprise at hearing their names again. The buzzer sounded and Dixie ran out into the arena only to be shot by a dart. She collapsed onto the floor and a group of Spartans rushed out and began to tie her in the correct positions. They had converted the cola cars arena into a BDSM torture room. Any males who made it through were gassed. They positioned her five feet above the ground with her legs tucked under her back and her arms were chained into an X position across her throat and pointed upwards. Her head was positioned to have enough room to look upwards and across her body. They put a piece of leather that was connected to a red ball in her mouth to act as a gag. Then they lowered a set of mini spark plugs and attached them to her nipples, they would transmit a non lethal shock into her body. For the penetration they had two means. From above they had lowered a Magic wand vibrator that would rub against her clit. Across from her they had tied a standard dildo to a metal pole that would be extended into her vagina and would penetrate her like a real dick. Basically it was hooked up to a timer that would control the speed of the thrusts.
When Dixie opened her eyes she saw how she was tied up. Then she saw the 'tools' that they planned to use. The vibrator lowered and began its job when it connected with her clit. She however wasn't afraid for she was a Disciple. Then she saw the pole and the plastic cock coming towards her. She closed her eyes as it penetrated her and every thirty seconds increased in speed. After five minutes it was fucking her at full force. That combined with the vibrations were enough to make her moan softly, but then the spark plugs engaged and she began letting out screams. In an attempt to muffle her self she bit down on the gag, but it didn't help. With every thrust she could feel the tension of the orgasm building.
When she felt that she now had control over her moans they increased the power of everything, including the shocks. She began screaming and her legs started to shake and then the next thing she knew, cum was flying out of her vagina and above her screams she could hear the cheers of the crowd. They hollowed like animals. She was surprised a bit, because only the Pack was that enthusiastic, but then again she knew that this was a turn on for any raider. When her orgasm finally subsided the machines got only worse this time bring about an even worse orgasm one that was too much. "AHAHAHAHAHAHAH!" she shrieked so loud that her voice broke and she wasn't able to make any more attempts as noise other than grunts. She began crying as the tools inflicted more pain then she had ever felt. She partly began to fade away but then her voice returned and she let out more screams as she arched her back and had a third squirting orgasm, this one was more powerful than the previous two combined and drove her over the edge. She just wanted it to stop and so she stopped fighting against it. It slowed down and then Connor rose.
"Alright boy's! You've all worked very hard and unfortunately this whore isn't any good for the arena right now! I was hoping that she could last longer! Maybe we oughta bring her back here, or throw Nisha in with her! Nonetheless the bitch has worked hard and she deserves a reward! So go give it to her!" This brought about a deafening cheer as the side entrances opened and several Spartans, both Veterans and new recruits stormed into the arena. "Give it to her! Give it to her! Give it to her!" they started chanting. As they began to cut her down and then proceeded to rape her. Her screams were louder than their cheers and the only way to describe it, was pure savagery. Connor looked on for the next hour as she suffered orgasm after orgasm, and looked at how they fucked her and groped her and other forms of assaults they carried out on her defenseless self. When it was over she lay unconscious and bleeding in the middle of the arena.
He spoke to reaver, "Clean her up and when she's back to normal put her in charge of the parlor. In the meantime prepare our forces and make sure they're all integrated, we'll deal with the pack next."
