A Short Distance from Boone...

Screaming begins to reach our caravan of soldiers when we're only a short distance from Hoover Dam. Instantly, Moore is near the back of the line with me and her gun's already drawn. However, the man that comes running over the hill puts everyone at ease. Boone is caked all over with dirt and has sweated through his clothes, but he's an NCR presence that makes everyone comfortable. Moore puts her gun away and goes to meet Boone. My hands are tied, but I still walk over to hear what they're saying. Moore shoots me a nasty look, but doesn't tell me to go away. Boone is the first to speak once we're all together.

"Moore, you need to return to Novac. The Courier is being held hostage by Veronica Santangelo. If we don't hurry there's a possibility she could get killed!". I don't have time to flee or explain myself as Moore grabs me by the shirt, lifts me into the air, and rests her nose against mine. I'm forced to stare into her piercing eyes as she snarls at me.

"YOU FILTHY LIAR!". I feel her pistol come to rest on my stomach.

"Why shouldn't I kill you right now?!". My shirt is choking me, but I manage to choke out an answer.

"I can help.". Moore scoffs, but her gun goes away from my stomach.

"I'm not going to kill you, but that's not because I think you can help me. Every citizen of the Mojave gets a free trial.". I'm shoved backwards and two guards catch me.

"Take her to Hoover Dam.".

A Foot from Cass...

My heart goes out to Cass because I knew the woman, but she's not my top priority. Besides, I'm sure there's a reason Moore is detaining her. And, I don't know the whole situation. It'd be best if I ignore the Cass situation for now and work on the Courier situation. Hopefully, Cass doesn't get her head blown off in the meantime. Moore taps me on the shoulder and motions at me.

"Lead me to the Courier.". Quickly, she calls orders at her men over her shoulder.

"Take Cass to Hoover Dam, but return to Novac if I haven't returned within three days.". Our two groups separate as Cass is lead away and Moore follows me back to Novac. I can't run quite as quickly as I did to get to Moore, but I still give it my all. I'm sure Veronica's gotten back to the Courier by now, and I don't want my friend suffering anymore than she had to. I do my best to pick up the pace when I can; although, I'm still just barely jogging most of the time.

It took me hours upon hours before catching up to Moore, so it's no surprise it takes even longer to get back. The sun is barely rising above the horizon when I reach Novac. I have to stop at the gates, lean onto the metal fence, and struggle to catch my breath. My chest is burning, my stomach's churning, and I think I'm dying. Luckily, Moore is able to help me stand.

"Where's the Courier?". I lead her to my friend's room without hesitation.

A Few Feet from Boone...

I'm shuddering even though it's burning up inside of my room. I've gone too long without a single drink or a good smoke, and Veronica isn't willing to let me have either of those. Whenever I've tried to reach one she'll pull me back and beat me until I'm crying. Rex and Tex originally stood up for me, but Veronica's kicked them enough that they're given up on trying to save me. Right now Veronica's got me wrapped in her arms and we're spooning while facing my outer wall. My clothes are crumpled in a corner and Veronica's hands are resting on my hips and breast. The thought of escaping has passed my mind; though, I'm too terrified to move.

If Veronica wakes, then she'll most likely force me to either go through therapy. Or, worse, she'll start touching me again. Her hands on me right now drive me crazy with how uncomfortable I am, but what she does to me when she's awake is so much worse. She'll me down, then run her hands all over my body until she's gotten her fill. Honestly, I'm afraid of what she'd do if I'd consented to her touching. And what she'd do if I still had breasts like before I was radiated. Suddenly, something on the counter beside my beside catches my attention. A still smoking cigarette laying in an ashtray. I'm not sure how long it's been there, who lit it, or why it's lit. Although, none of that stops me from reaching for it.

I make sure to move my arm slowly and try not to rouse Veronica. By some miracle I manage to get the cigarette in between my fingers. I slowly pull the cigarette back to my mouth. The first drag of the cigarette is the sweetest I've ever taken and I savor it will all my might. Then, I huff away as quickly as possible until the cigarette is smoked down to a nub. I flick the butt off into the mess of my room. Now my throat is burning for a drink of alcohol. I don't see any nearby me, but I know there's still a bottle of scotch sitting by the floor of the bed. I stretch and bend my arm as much as I can. I feel the tip of the bottle rub against the very tips of my fingers.

I just need another inch or so to reach it. I begin straining. Veronica mumbles beside me and snuggles even closer. I strain even harder and feel my fingers begin to run down the neck of the bottle. If I can just strain a little more I can finally get a sweet drink that'll settle my urges. Veronica jerks awake at my final strain that puts my hand around the neck of the bottle. The woman snorts and heaves herself up to look down at me as I bring the bottle up to my lips.

"Damn you!". She begins trying to take the bottle away from me. I begin drinking as quickly as I can while turning the bottle upside down to allow the liquid to drain directly into my mouth without a single pause. Throbbing agony washes over me as Veronica punches the back of my skull and upper back. I keep drinking and try to ignore the pain. However, I can't ignore it when Veronica begins pulling the covers off of my body. I tighten my thighs as much as I can and use my free hand to dig into the sheets. It's not enough. Easily, Veronica grabs me by the hips while using her own thighs to push mine apart.

"Put it down! Now!". I ignore her warning and try to get the last dregs of alcohol that're dripping down the neck of the bottle. A crash resounds around the room as the bottle drops from my fingers when Veronica yanks me back. I howl and scream and rage against the world as she begins pushing down on me. Veronica forces all of her weight on only one vertebrae of my spine. I'm already begging and crying out for her to stop. My pleas fall on deaf ears as she keeps bearing her weight down upon me.

"It's part of your therapy!". I can't properly describe the pain I feel. Throbbing, stabbing, and shooting all at once from one point of my body. My very organs and muscles seem to be bending from her weight. The worst part of if all is I can feel a pressure building in my back where she's pushing. Slowly, the pressure is growing. I already know what'll happen if it reaches its breaking point. I stop struggling and try to quit crying. If I'm quiet Veronica might have pity on me. The woman removes her hands. I suck in a deep breath and begin trying to make myself comfortable. That's when Veronica presses down with her knees on my back instead of her hands. She only stops when my back cracks and I'm howling in absolute agony I thought was reserved for hell. Veronica rolls off of me and allows me to wallow in my pain.

Thankfully, my back popped instead of breaking. That's literally the only good thing about this entire situation. I'm throbbing, can't move, and I'd rather be dead than spend another day with Veronica. Suddenly, a pillowcase is brought over my head. I consider fighting it for a moment. I still have the will to live in me and my heart is still pumping, so why not? Then, the shooting pain up and down my spine convinces me otherwise. I'm not a smart woman, but I can be taught. And, I was just taught fighting and giving in make no difference to Veronica. She's going to hurt me either way, so why even bother fighting?

The pillowcase is tightened around my throat. Not enough to strangle me, but enough I'd be hard-pressed to get it off of my head in my weakened state. Then, Veronica ties my hands behind my back. Finally, she rolls me onto my back. I feel her pick my legs up and rest them on my shoulders. My chest and throat tighten as I realize what she has in mind for me.

It's now that I wish I'd fought with all of my heart. Now I can only squirm and squeal as I feel Veronica's hot breath wash over my cunt. I can't count the number of women I've had sex with (although, to be fair I can't count too high), but all of them were different. They were sweet and kind and didn't just start fucking me right away. And, much more importantly, none of them were Veronica! I've never felt any sort of attraction to her! I mean, she's my best friend in the entire world! You don't fuck your best friends! That's just sick! And, also important, all of the other woman asked permission. My thighs strain and I shudder from the exercise as I try to push Veronica's head away from my genitals. Veronica laughs and, mockingly (at least, I think she's being mocking), repeats what she's told me a thousand times.

"It's part of your therapy! You'll get better as soon as it's over! I'm doing this for your own good!". I scream and try fighting even harder as Veronica starts trying to eat me out. I'm thin and my genitals are unfamiliar to even me for that reason, so to say Veronica is doing a 'poor job' of fucking me is an understatement. Rex has, one a few rare occasions I'd rather forget and pretend didn't happen, licked me better than her. Hell, if Veronica would let me I'd probably choose Rex licking me over her right now. Suddenly, Veronica bites down on me for no apparent reason other than to hear my screams of pain. More throbbing, shooting pain comes from my cunt. Rex and Tex begin whimpering as they start circling the bed. I'm still screaming, the dogs are still barking, and Veronica's still biting when someone pounds on the door.