A/N: So, this week's Whisper of Saturn is pushed back to next week, since it isn't finished yet.
Originally I was going to post an Azur Lane fic, then I decided I'd go instead with an Arknights fic involving Ifrit, but that still needs polishing, so I went with this fic; which I was going to publish near the end of the month anyway.
Can't say what the original intent was with this fic. It wasn't born out of sadism, nor was it from a crafted framework. It just sort of... happened, during a bout of writer's block back during Singularity.
Either way, enjoy~
Banditry
It was a quiet evening, Thunder noted idly.
The forest around them was still, broken only by the gentle breeze and the occasional distant howl of some wild dog or wolf. Rustling frequently drew her attention but it was only ever a prowling fox or lost bird; though that didn't stop her from being alert. They were in Sangvis Ferri territory right now; mistakes would cost them dearly, and she wouldn't dare make such a careless mistake.
It was a routine operation; inching into SF territory and slowly take back the land, holding their positions until reinforcements arrived a few days later. Due to how thinly spread Griffin was at the moment it was entirely likely they'd have to hold their location for a while, at least a week or more. Mercifully they didn't have to camp out in the open, but rather take refuge in an old concrete building, vaguely reminiscent of a school from before the war.
Slowly Thunder pushed off the wall, sweeping her gaze across the open forest through the shattered window frame, before turning away and departing the room. Downstairs on the bottom floor she could hear her squad-mates chatting idly, MDR and AA12 talking about video games while FAL was cooking their rations; FNC's eagerness reverberating through her hasty words.
'Perhaps I should join them. It should be MDR's turn to guard now...' Thunder mused to herself, strolling down the abandoned corridor towards the stairs.
Just as she reached the stairs she swore she heard something, like the click of a door opening. She paused for a brief second, trying to decipher what and where the sound came from – when FNC let out a panicked cry. Her squad-mates let out similarly surprised sounds, the sounds of their rifles cocking reaching Thunder's ears.
In a flash Thunder all but threw herself down the stairs, tightening her hold on her handgun while her free hand thumbed the .50 BMG cartridge in her pocket, ready to load the next round. The main room came into sight; an open area with a small campfire in the middle and several old couches and chairs surrounding it. Her companions were around it, raising their guns.
Movement caught her gaze and Thunder raised her pistol, only for her gaze to land on a human. A human who shouldn't be in SF territory. In an instant her programming took hold, her arms forcibly tilting down and aiming off to his right, refusing to take aim at a human. It took another precious second to examine the man, soaking in the sight of his grizzled appearance and his high-calibre rifle, and the cold smirk on his lips. A bandit.
''Who are-?!'' FAL was halfway through demanding when the rusted metal door behind her smashed open, another bandit breaking through.
FAL let out a surprised yelp as the man tackled her, wrestling her to the ground. Thunder tried to swing her gun around but she couldn't, and she didn't want to risk firing at a wall lest her bullet ricochet and hit one of her allies; and with how high-calibre they were, it'd kill even a T-Doll with a lucky hit. In her short few moments of indecision half a dozen other bandits broke in, rolling in through windows or barging through the old doorways, subduing the T-Dolls before they could flee.
Thunder stiffened as a pair of hands grabbed her from behind, mentally chastising herself for not watching the stairs. The nameless bandit pushed her up against the wall, her cheek squishing against the cold concrete and her handgun swiftly snatched out of her hand, chucked somewhere behind her. She struggled as best she could but the man was bigger, his physical strength easily keeping her pinned.
''Heh, these ones are awfully cute, ain't they?'' One of the other bandits whistled, a few others laughing in agreement.
''Yeah, they are. Bet the Bossman wouldn't mind if we played with them a bit, hah!''
From her position in the corner of the room Thunder watched as the bandits eagerly went to work, their greedy hands assaulting her squad-mates with ravenous hunger. FAL's shirt was ripped open and her ample breasts left on display, a pair of hands roughly groping and rolling them around, unheeding of the rifle's protests to stop. MDR was pushed up against the wall and the front of her pantyhose ripped off, allowing the bandit attacking her to eagerly yank his half-erect cock out his pants; rubbing it against her folds before roughly pushing inside her struggling T-Doll.
Her other two squad-mates weren't spared either. AA-12 was shoved onto the floor, her outfit ripped open and her pussy exposed, letting her defiler eagerly bury himself to the hilt inside her, unheeding of her pained gasp. FNC wisely tried to run but couldn't get free from her captor's grip, pushed up against the wall and forced onto her knees, helpless to resist as the man shoved his cock into her mouth and forced her to suck him off.
''Mn-?!'' Thunder gasped as her own captor hands suddenly went to work, roughly groping her breasts through her clothing – his sudden squeezing knocking the breath out of her.
His hands toyed with her tits for only a few seconds before roaming over her body, pressing his crotch against her ass lustfully. Thunder grimaced and tried to elbow him but he simply pushed her up against the wall again, her breasts squishing up against the cold concrete. She barely had time to grunt before he suddenly stepped back, grabbing her shoulders and shoving her down onto the floor.
Thunder sat up, glaring up at the bandit – only for her cheeks to flush pink as she found herself face-to-face with the man's swelling cock, quickly becoming hard at the sight of her. The handgun tried to lean away but he grabbed her head with both hands, pushing his cock into her face and making her close one eye, grimacing.
Her feeble resistance was swiftly crushed however as he gripped her hair tightly, eliciting a reflexive gasp from her; and allowing the bandit to eagerly shove his cock into her mouth.
''Mmph?!'' Thunder gagged as his cock hit the back of her throat, grabbing his hips and trying to push his back.
The bandit responded by gripped her hair tightly and rearing his hips back – only to plunge his cock back into her mouth not even a second later. The handgun squirmed and struggled but she was helpless to fight back, her programming refusing to let her bite down or hurt him in any way. His cock repeatedly filled her mouth, so big it forced her mouth to open wider simply to give him entry; her tongue forced flat against the bottom of her mouth by his girth.
''Fuck... been so long...!'' The bandit groaned lustfully, grabbing two handfuls of her hair and eagerly pulling her head down his cock.
Thunder winced at the roughness, glaring up at him with red eyes full of anger. However her resistance only seemed to arouse the man more, a pleased grin marring his visage as he yanked her head down his thick cock again, her nose bumping against his pelvis as he forced nearly his entire length down her throat. She stifled her gag reflex and struggled, gasping in air between each rough thrust
Just as suddenly as he started the man yanked his cock out her mouth, leaving Thunder gasping in desperate gulps of air. She didn't have time to formulate a plan before the man gripped her hair tight and shoved her to the right, eliciting a pained grunt from the T-Doll as she fell onto her left side; dazed for a dangerous second.
Her weakness was ruthlessly capitalised on, and before she could blink the bandit had grabbed her hips and pulled them towards him. Thunder stiffened as she felt his cock brush up against her ass, his hand moving between her thighs and grabbing a handful of her pantyhose – before with a grunt he ripped the thin fabric, a wince crossing her face as he ripped her panties off as well.
''Stop...'' Thunder muttered weakly, reaching back in an attempt to push him away.
The bandit snorted dismissively at her and slapped her hand aside, swiftly grasping his saliva-coated cock and guiding it towards her exposed pussy – before lustfully entering her.
''Nn!'' Thunder let out a sharp grunt as his ample cock pierced inside her, forcing her inner walls apart with his considerable girth; her face scrunching up in pain.
Unfortunately the perverted bandit didn't care about her discomfort; grabbing her hips and lustfully bucking his hips, burying his cock deeper into her formerly-unused pussy. The T-Doll winced and let out a quiet whimper as his shaft speared deeper, the foreign sensation of having something inside her frying her circuits. He was too big for her yet that didn't stop him, if anything her 'virgin' tightness made him all the more eager.
A fact Thunder swiftly found out, gasping as he began thrusting into her tight pussy with ravenous abandon – forcing his cock all the way inside her, the tip battering against her deepest parts. His pelvis audibly smacked against her ass, her face screwing up as her rear stung from the repeated rough impact. She couldn't even struggle anymore; her muscles all coiled tight as she endured the sensation of his cock burying itself inside her pussy.
''Nn... ah...'' Thunder gasped out, shuddering when he reached around and groped a greedy handful of her breast – squeezing so hard it left her writhing.
Even as she was defiled she could hear the others all crying out as they too suffered a similar fate; their cries mixing with the cocky laughter of the human bandits, safe in the knowledge they couldn't harm them even if they tried. And that showed in how rough and carelessly they treated them; FAL's cries becoming strained gasps as the man fucking her pussy started choking her out, unheeding of her desperate struggles.
Suddenly Thunder was distracted as another man neared her, and her red eyes widened as he knelt down in front of her – his cock erect and waiting. He laid his hands on her head and gripped handfuls of her hair, pushing his dick into her face and rubbing the tip against her stubbornly-closed lips. In response the bandit behind her rammed his cock into her aching pussy again and made her gasp, allowing the other bandit to eagerly push his dick into her mouth.
''Mmph!'' Thunder's protests were muffled by the cock in her mouth, wincing as he too began to use her mouth.
Shudders ran through her abused body as the two bandits fucked her in unison, driving their cocks deep into her pussy and mouth at the same time – leaving her mind briefly overwhelmed by the foreign fullness. Despite how hard she tried to resist she was unable to; her jaw forced open wide in order to accommodate the man's ample cock, the tip dipping down the back of her throat after each rough thrust.
The bandit behind her wasn't going easy on her either, a wince crossing her face as his cock hit her deepest parts – sending a jolt of pain running through her, along with something else. Her pussy ached from being filled so roughly, the audible smack of his dick stuffing her full echoing around them, only adding to her angry humiliation.
''Haah... fuck...!'' The bandit behind her groaned, slapping her thigh and making her cringe.
Thunder shuddered as he picked up speed, slamming into her abused pussy with wild abandon – his ample cock throbbing inside of her. Her hands blindly clawed at the cold concrete below, her hips buckling as the man ravenous pounded into her pussy. Something salty dripped onto her tongue as the man face-fucked her aggressively, his low groans of pleasure making her cringe. He didn't notice, continuing to violate her mouth gleefully.
She wasn't sure how much time passed; the sensation of their cocks filling her made time seem to bleed away. The pain slowly dimmed bit by bit, her aching pain turning into reluctant pleasure, leaving her skin tingling. She pushed away the pleasure but it kept coming back, her artificial body responding to the stimuli regardless if she wanted it to or not.
''Hn...! Fuck, she just keeps gettin' tighter!'' The bandit behind her grunted, pounding away at her pussy with single-minded lust. ''A-Ah... shit...!''
Thunder's eyes widened as he suddenly slammed into her pussy, bottoming out in a single rough thrust – before ropes of hot cum splattered inside her, followed by several more thick ropes. The bandit in front of her gripped her hair tight and gave only a stifled grunt of warning before he too climaxed, thick cum shooting down her throat and nearly choking her; forcing her to gulp it down before she suffocated.
''Haah...!'' Thunder gulped in a deep gasp of air as the man pulled his dick out, the salty taste of his cum lingering on her tongue.
The T-Doll shuddered as the other bandit pulled out of her pussy, leaving her feeling so achingly empty – her ass still stinging from his rough pounding. However she barely had time to recover from her rough violation before another man suddenly grabbed her right arm and hauled her up to her feet, dragging her a few steps away; before unceremoniously shoving her down on her back.
''Nn...!'' Thunder winced, grimacing as another bandit loomed over her – his hand eagerly nursing his erect cock.
She tried to cross her legs to hide her aching womanhood but he simply pried her legs open again, shifting between her pantyhose-clad thighs and lining his dick up with her pussy – before promptly pushing inside, knocking the breath from her lungs. He wasn't as big as the last guy but he was certainly not small, a wince crossing her face as he pumped his cock into her abused folds.
The T-Doll groaned as the bandit immediately began to pound into her, his cock spearing deep into her pussy and filling her completely. Their pelvises audibly slapped together as he repeatedly bottomed out in her aching folds, her weak struggles stopping when he grabbed her wrists and pinned them on either side of her head.
''Mn...'' Thunder winced as the released her right arm, eagerly grabbing the front of her top and pulling back – ripping the front off to reveal her breasts, clad in a simple black bra.
He quickly fixed that by yanking her bra off, a quiet gasp escaping Thunder as the strap dug into her back before snapping off. Her plump breasts bounced as they were freed from her bra, and she grunted as the bandit wasted no time in groping her heaving breast; roughly sinking his fingers into her soft breast and squeezing it hard enough to leave her gasping.
''Nn... hah... I wonder if all T-Dolls feel as good as you?'' The bandit cockily asked her, his cock hitting her deepest parts.
Thunder winced and didn't reply, something that prompted him to simple fuck her harder – eliciting a sharp gasp from the red-eyed girl.
Even as he drilled himself deep into her pussy the bandit leaned back, glancing over her at another bandit. ''Hey Gunner, you want a go at her next? Bet she'll like having you fuck 'er, haha!''
Thunder tilted her head back, peering through half-lidded eyes at the man leaning against a nearby wall – clad in a heavy trench coat, cowboy hat and with a black goatee. She couldn't see his eyes but she had a feeling he was watching her, intimately feeling his unseen gaze wandering over her violated frame.
''Nah, I'm good.'' The man chuckled smoothly, lighting a cigarette and taking a slow drag.
''Hmph, more for me I guess.'' The bandit above her muttered, and Thunder gasped as he suddenly tugged on her pink nipple – the sharp sensation snapping her from her staring and bringing her back to reality.
A startled groan escaped the T-Doll as he slid his hands down to her ass, greedily grabbing and groping her rear as he plunged into her abused pussy. The bandit lifted her hips off the ground slightly as he sped up, fucking her so roughly it left aftershocks travelling through her pelvis and made her head spin, a foreign heat flooding her lower half. Each thrust added to the foreign heat, her breathing growing shallow as he violated her even rougher.
Thunder buckled as he suddenly spanked her ass, a weak groan escaping her lips. Her mind was growing foggy as her servos overheated. She had never done anything like this in the past nor was she designed for it, causing her mind to slow down and fracture. All she could think about was the cock spearing deep into her womanhood, the aching pain melting into unwanted pleasure, her nerves all igniting as a foreign pressure built and built; her inner walls quivering around the bandit's thick cock.
''Nn... ahh...'' Thunder gasped weakly, shivering when he greedily groped her breast again.
With half-lidded eyes Thunder tilted her head to the side, watching as the rest of her echelon was eagerly defiled. FAL was being fucked both in her pussy and ass, squished between two large men and her face empty. MDR was on her knees getting face-fucked and her arms limp. FNC was unconscious, drooling even as a man pounded her stuffed pussy. AA-12 was bent over and completely out of it, eyes vacant as her ass was violated by a grinning bandit.
''Ahh...'' Thunder moaned shakily as the pressure in her pelvis grew, the man's cock throbbing deep inside her. He was nearing his end, she realised.
''Haah... hah... f-fuck...!'' The bandit cursed and suddenly rammed his cock deep into her – causing Thunder's eyes to snap wide open as an ungodly sharp jolt of pleasure shot up her spine.
Her body convulsed and Thunder cried out, her mind going blank as her mainframe overheated; her arousal squirting out past his cock as she climaxed from her violator's cock.
The last thing she felt before blacking out was the man unloading ropes of cum inside her, eagerly offering her to his buddies.
X-x-X
''Nn...?''
Thunder woke up slowly, blinking away the spots in her vision as her mind rebooted. It took her a few moments to take in her surroundings, recognising the walls of the basement and the narrow cell-bar window that was located on the southern side of the building. Afternoon light peered in through the bars, telling her she had been out for quite some time; at least half a day.
She shifted her position and attempted to stand, only to dimly realise she was chained up – a pair of shackles around her wrists that were connected to the wall behind her. The metal was rusted and she was willing to bet she could break it, but then again she wasn't sure she wanted to... given that she could clearly hear the bandits on the floor above, laughing and joking around.
The T-Doll slowly gazed around the empty basement for any possible exit, but found none – only the heavy metal door at the top of the stairs, which led directly into the main room. Where everyone else was.
As if her gaze was the trigger the door suddenly creaked open, making Thunder tense up. An unfamiliar man lazily stepped through the now-open door and pushed it closed behind himself, the shadows hiding his large frame as he descended the old concrete steps with confident slowness.
Only when he came into the light could Thunder see him. He wasn't familiar. A man with large muscles and wearing an old tank-top and military cargo pants. The only distinct thing about him was the pale scar running down his face, his right eye pale from what was clearly an old wound. He gave her an amused smirk as his eyes roamed over her bound frame, his gaze lingering on her abused womanhood before trailing up to her face.
''The name's Alder, though everyone here calls me 'Bossman'.'' The now-named Bossman stated with a lazy drawl, voice rough and deep. ''I heard from the boys you gave them a good night.''
Thunder didn't reply to that, merely meeting his gaze evenly.
The bandit wasn't bothered, his lazy smirk not fading as he walked right up to her, his hands shifting down to his pants. ''You know what to do, doll. Get it over with quick and I'll tell the boys to take you down to the river; let you clean up.''
She stubbornly refused to reply, grimacing as he unzipped his pants and tugged his ample cock out – pushing it against her face. Thunder tilted her head to the side but he grabbed her by the hair, forcibly turning her face back towards his cock; her red eyes glaring at his large cock. After a moment of reluctance she opened her mouth, cringing as the bandit leader slowly pushed his cock into her open mouth.
''Mn...'' Thunder grunted softly as his thick length slid into her mouth, forcing her to open her jaw wider to accommodate his girth.
Bossman groaned approvingly, his grip on her hair loosening just a touch as he sunk his cock all the way into her mouth, making Thunder wince as the tip slid down her throat and cut off her air supply. For a brief second she was left unable to breathe until he reared his hips back – before promptly shoving his cock back into her mouth.
Thunder shuddered as his other hand laid itself on her head, gripping her cheek as he lazily plunged his cock in and out her mouth, her tongue forced flat against the bottom of her mouth. She couldn't even resist if she tried, unable to do anything but lay there and let him use her mouth like a sex toy, her muffled groans only arousing her violator even more.
''Nn... that's it...'' He breathed. ''Look up at me...''
Reluctantly Thunder obeyed, tilting her head back a bit and gazing up at him with her red eyes. The bandit leader groaned and moved his hips faster, causing a grimace to cross her face as he plunged his twitching cock down her throat. Each thrust left her jaw aching from his roughness, the taste of his cock lingering on her tongue as she was forced to give him oral.
The more she sucked him off the rougher he became, something Thunder realised as he all but pounded her mouth – her weak groans muffled by his thick cock as he face-fucked her. Her nose bumped against his pelvis over and over again, the scent of his cock filling her mind and making her head spin. Any resistance she tried to put up faltered, her mind slowly becoming plagued with his cock; from the taste to the size to the smell, all of it got stuck in her mind and left her unable to think of anything else.
''Haah...'' He groaned, his cock throbbing on her tongue as she blew him. ''Crap...''
Thunder didn't reply, merely staring up at her violator as he fucked her mouth roughly. She didn't have to do anything; he merely held her head and rammed his cock down her throat over and over again. The salty taste of pre-cum laced her tongue, forewarning of his coming orgasm – and in an attempt to speed up the process Thunder licked the underside of his cock, feeling him throb from the motion.
''Nn... I'm- h-haah!'' With a sudden, sharp grunt Bossman came – and Thunder twitched as ropes of hot cum shot into her mouth, his seed dribbling down her throat like magma.
After a long second he pulled out, leaving Thunder shuddering as she was able to breathe again. Her modest chest heaved as she gulped in breaths of air, swallowing the last of his seed. Through half-lidded eyes she watched as the bandit undid her shackles and set her arms free, but before she could even contemplate escaping he suddenly grabbed her by her half-ripped shirt – and threw her to the ground.
''Nn...!'' Thunder grunted, her cheek resting against the dirty concrete floor.
Her pantyhose was still ripped, something the Bossman was keen to remind her on – a shudder running through the T-Doll as his cock brushed against her rear. The bandit grabbed her hips and made her sit on her knees, but to her surprise he didn't line his shaft up with her pussy; instead her went for her other hole.
''Nn- ah!'' Thunder gasped as the man suddenly pushed into her asshole; her red eyes wide from the foreign penetration.
''Mm... fuck, that's tight...'' The bandit leader groaned, gripping her squirming hips as he pushed deeper into her tight ass.
The T-Doll shuddered, hands clawing at the cold floor as her violator buried himself deeper into her asshole. The saliva coating his cock acted as lubricant but it only helped so much, a weak whimper escaping her lips as he plunged into her ass. The sensation was similar yet distinct from having a cock in her pussy, her body quivering each time he slowly plunged inside.
Thunder trembled as he sped up, eagerness showing through as he began to pound her ass with lustful desire – a strained groan escaping her as he buried himself deeper. It wasn't long until his pelvis was smacking against her ass repeatedly, his entire cock buried inside her asshole and making her writhe from the uncomfortable fullness.
''Nn... ahh...'' Thunder breathed out, shuddering when she felt his cock twitch inside her.
The bandit leader bent over slightly, spooning over her frame and reaching around, grabbing greedy handfuls of her breasts. Thunder shuddered at his eager groping, his fingers relentlessly toying with her boobs even as he drove himself deep into her asshole; pounding her ass so hard it left her cheeks stinging from the repeated impact.
As he plunged inside again her knees gave out, and Thunder grunted as she fell flat on her stomach – but the bandit leader didn't even slow down, simply pinning her flat against the concrete floor and pounding her asshole with even more lust. The man's deep groans filled her ears as he violated her rear, a familiar pressure slowly building in her pelvis; making Thunder shiver as she recognised it. Once more her artificial body was responding to the stimuli, unwanted arousal leaking from her abused folds.
''Haah... crap...'' The bandit leader grunted, and she winced as he suddenly upped the ante – fucking her ass even rougher than before, making her hips buckle each time he bottomed out in her asshole.
Time seemed to lose all meaning to Thunder, nothing but the repeated smack of his pelvis against her ass and the feel of his cock burying itself deep into her asshole registering in her mind. She laid near-limp against the floor, weak whimpers and soft groans escaping her lips as he kept violating her, his cock throbbing more and more inside her rear as he drew closer to orgasm, clearly eager to pump her rear full with his seed.
''Nn... here it comes doll...'' Bossman grunted roughly, barely audible over the lewd smacking of skin.
Shakily Thunder tilted her head, gazing over her shoulder back at her violator with empty red eyes. Her stare proved to be the final straw for him, and with a deep groan the bandit climaxed – thick ropes of cum suddenly shooting into her asshole, the foreign sensation sending jolts of pleasure through her abused body.
''Mn...'' Thunder groaned softly, quivering as another rope of cum painted her insides white.
The bandit gave a few final thrusts before finally drawing to a stop, groaning in her ear. For a long minute she was left laying there, panting as she recovered from her rough defilement, before the bandit leader slowly pulled his cock out of her asshole.
Not even a few seconds later he grabbed her by the arm and yanked her up to her feet, dragging her back over to the wall and chaining her up again. Thunder didn't even try to resist, her lower half still numb from his violation and her mind frazzled, barely able to watch as he tucked his cock back into his pants and smirk at her.
''Good doll... I'll be seeing you later...''
X-x-X
Days passed.
In that time Thunder found herself being used dozens upon dozens of times, bandits of all sizes fucking her until she was numb below the waist. Some bent her over while others pinned her to the wall, a few even passed her around taking turns with her until she blacked out, the overwhelming sensation overloading her core.
After the second day of her new life they had opted to 'take her for a walk' down to the river, letting her wash off so she didn't, as they said, 'smell like a cum dumpster'. Though that was a challenge when nearly the entire bandit camp fucked her nearly 24/7, barely giving her time to rest between fuckings. Even then many bandits just fucked her sleeping body anyway, resulting in her frequently waking up to an unfamiliar man pounding into her aching womanhood.
Thunder slowly nursed her sore wrist, the skin rubbed raw from being in the old rusty shackles for so long. She couldn't be sure but she guessed this was her fifth day here. After the fourth they had let her walk about, given the bandits had set up a solid perimeter that would stop them from escaping even if they tried sneaking out.
The door at the top of the stairs was unlocked, allowing her to quietly push it open and step out into the main room. FNC was across the room on her knees, her tongue hanging out her mouth as she awaited her 'treat' – ropes of cum covering her face not a moment later, courtesy of the bandit in front of her. The sweet-obsessed girl had long since broken, her love of sweets replaced by a love of cum, causing her to get used just as frequently as Thunder was.
'...maybe MDR is free...' Thunder thought dimly, walking around the edge of the room past several bandits, many of whom didn't even spare her a glance. They had banged her so many times now she was willing to bet they were bored of her.
Her red eyes flickered over to the old concrete stairs, walking towards it with subtle purpose. She nearly made it when a hand suddenly reached out and grabbed her ass, making the T-Doll shudder as the bandit's grip tightened on her rear, giving it an eager squeeze. She obediently tilted her head towards the nameless man, finding him to be sitting on one of the old leather armchairs next to her.
''C'mere.'' The bandit grinned cheekily at her.
Thunder obeyed with a quiet bob of her head, abandoning her attempt at meeting MDR and instead walking in front of him – straddling his waist. The man grinned lustfully as his gaze wandered over her ruined outfit, her plump breasts still exposed; the fabric of her shirt tattered and ripped. Her breasts had multiple bite marks from the more bolder bandits, though the Bossman had ordered the others to stop doing that since it 'ruined them for the rest of us'. On the plus side, it meant she wasn't getting bit anymore.
His hands landed on her ass and lustfully groped her rear, his fingers sinking into her soft skin. Thunder squirmed from his touch, a familiar fire twitching inside her pelvis – her body rapidly becoming aroused just from being touched. A side-effect of being violated for nearly a week non-stop, she supposed.
The bandit's belt buckle came undone and his cock sprung out, hitting her inner thigh. Thunder shuddered and shifted her position, reaching down and gently grasping his cock; helping line it up with her pussy. He groaned in approval and leaned back in his chair, his hands shifting around to her hips and giving them a light tug; pulling her down towards his cock.
''N-Nn...'' Thunder groaned quietly as she obeyed, her abused pussy lips parting for the bandit's ample cock. ''Ah...''
She shuddered as the bandit gave her hips a rougher pull, yanking her halfway down his cock. Thunder grimaced as his cock suddenly filled her up, spreading her inner walls apart and sending a jolt of painful pleasure through her body. The T-Doll rolled her hips back and forth, easing herself a little further down – one hand coming to rest on her pelvis, toying with her clit and getting herself wet enough.
''Mm...'' Thunder moaned lowly as he pulled her down more, their pelvises bumping together.
Knowing how impatient the bandits were Thunder didn't wait to adjust. Instead she swiftly lifted her hips back up and plunged herself back down again, stifling a low groan as her aching pussy was filled with his cock once more. The bandit groaned in lustful approval and groped her ass, smirking up at her flushed face as she bounced on his erect cock.
From the corner of her eye Thunder could see some of the other bandits watching her; some joking amongst themselves about how 'well-trained' and 'broken' she was, while others simply stared intently at her lower half with one hand nursing their bulging crotches. Dimly Thunder regretted coming out of the basement; it meant that she was more likely to get gangbanged by multiple men, rather than just have one or two come down to her.
''A-Ah...'' Thunder shuddered as the man brought his hand down on her ass, an audible 'smack!' echoing off the concrete walls and leaving her ass stinging.
Even as the bandit spanked and groped her ass Thunder kept moving her hips, her breathing growing heavy as she rode the man's cock. Arousal coated his twitching cock and helped ease him into her, allowing her to bounce faster on his shaft – fully aware of how her plump breasts bounced in his face, no doubt enticing him to grope her.
That prospect was confirmed as his left hand abandoned her ass and swiftly went for her left breast, roughly cupping her tit and giving it a squeeze. Tingling pleasure flooded her chest and left her gasping for air, a strained whimper escaping the T-Doll as the heat in her pelvis grew stronger; her inner walls seizing up around his cock and extracting a low moan from the bandit.
''Haah... good doll...'' The bandit groaned deeply, slapping her ass again.
Thunder groaned as the man suddenly bucked his hips and plunged up into her quivering pussy, a jolt of pleasure shooting through her. Her hips buckled but she didn't dare stop, a weak moan weaselling past her lips as she impaled herself on his throbbing cock with instinctual need – her mind torn between getting this over with quickly and trying to extract any pleasure from the act.
''Nn... f-fuck...!'' He suddenly gripped her breasts tightly. ''Shit- Hn!''
Thunder moaned weakly as ropes of cum shot into her deepest parts, the pleasurable heat sending a wave of pleasure through her abused body and shooting a mini-orgasm through her. She rode the bandit until his orgasm subsided but she wanted more, her womanhood burning with a need to climax, but the man clearly wasn't capable of going a second round; his cock rapidly going limp inside her pussy.
''Haah... not bad, not bad at all...'' The bandit grinned lightly at her, waving her off. ''Now scram.''
She reluctantly did, lifting her hips and letting his cock slip out her creampied pussy. On shaking legs Thunder turned and walked towards the stairs, moving slow enough that someone else could demand her to pleasure them, but none did – leaving her strangely disappointed, the burning need in her pelvis refusing to abate. She had been here for so long it was all she could think of; it was hard to think of an escape plan when she had a dick in her more than she didn't.
Thunder ascended the cold concrete stairs up to the second floor, dimly hearing the sounds of AA-12 moaning further down the hallway. Her eyes scanned the several empty doorways before picking one at random, hearing no sounds from within.
As the T-Doll entered she spotted a figure sitting on the old yellow couch in the middle of the room; his hat tipped down over his eyes and arm draped over the back of the couch, a cool breeze blowing through the large hole in the wall. He was one of the few bandits who hadn't fucked her, a man who many of her other violators referred to as 'Gunner'.
Seeing that the room was otherwise empty, and sorely needing a sit-down, Thunder strolled up to the flower-patterned couch and sat down next to him, hands in her lap. For a long minute they remained in silence, and for a brief moment she wondered if he was asleep – until he spoke, his voice a deep baritone.
''You alright?'' Gunner asked her idly.
''...Mm...'' Thunder hummed lightly, looking out through the hole in the wall. She wasn't 'alright', but compared to the pain of being taken the first time, she supposed she was better than she was.
The mysterious bandit hummed. ''Someone clearly had fun with you, didn't they?''
''...yes.''
He chuckled lightly, a hint of morbid amusement lacing his tongue. His hand slid off the edge of the couch and landed on her head, his fingers sliding seamlessly through her hair and pulling her down. Thunder didn't resist, letting him pull her head down into his crotch; resting her cheek against his legs. Predicting what he wanted she lifted a hand and reached for his crotch, intent on unzipping his pants.
To her surprise, he stopped her. ''Easy there, girl. I ain't asking for that.''
Thunder blinked. ''Then why...?''
From her position in his lap Thunder could peer under his cowboy hat, seeing his grey-blue eyes for the first time. ''Eh... I'm something of an old-schooler, myself. I just wanted to pet your head is all.''
The T-Doll was left befuddled, blinking as the man ran his fingers through her hair soothingly. The fact he didn't want her to pleasure him was such a sharp contrast to his comrades that she was left stunned, her mind simply unable to compute why. However as the odd man kept running his fingers through her hair Thunder slowly relaxed, finding herself liking it.
''Say, little lady...'' The mysterious bandit spoke to her in a lower tone, clearly trying to be discreet. ''If you could, would you rather be free from this place?''
Thunder paused, mentally evaluating the question. Her mind was so plagued by the overpowering lust that it clung to her mind like smog, but after a minute of rational thought, she found the obvious answer.
''...yes...''
He smiled down at her. ''Good. You see, this little band of misfits aren't keen on letting anyone leave the group. It'd be bad for business, get it? Supply caches, trade routes, fortifications... all that information could get out to rival scavengers or gangs if someone leaves. So our group kills anyone who attempts to leave. And that'd include me.''
The hat-wearing bandit ran his fingers down to her neck and leaned down, his voice dropping lower. ''I want out. Have for a while – and you girls are the key to that. Help for help. You in?''
Thunder nodded slowly, and the man smiled; carefully whispering the plan into her ear.
X-x-X
The next day Thunder found herself in the main room... along with all her squad-mates.
''M-Mm~! Y-Yess~'' FNC squealed as she orgasmed, writhing to Thunder's right as the bandit behind her shot his load deep into her.
Thunder shuddered, digging her nails into her palms as the the bandit behind her lustfully violated her pussy, her womanhood aching after having taken four different cocks within the span of the past half-hour. FAL was laid to her left on her back, the bandit straddling her stomach and roughly fucking her ample breasts, her face empty as she endured the breast-fucking.
Nearly every bandit in the gang was gathered inside the main room, courtesy of Gunner presenting a recently-discovered camcorder to the Bossman, suggesting that they film the girls getting violated by the gang and taunt Griffin with it. The Bossman had agreed readily with the mysterious bandit, leaving said bandit to guard the perimeter with a small handful of other bandits.
That was how Thunder found herself all fours, getting pounded from behind once more – barely holding onto her sanity and pushing down the pleasure bubbling inside her pelvis as her body reacted to the stimuli. However it was a losing battle, a weak groan slipping past her lips as she felt the bandit's cock throb inside her pussy; the shrill cries of her squad-mates ringing in her ears.
''Crap!'' The grip on her hips tightened, and not even a second later thick ropes of cum splattered inside her pussy – the hot sensation proving too much for her to endure.
With a low moan Thunder climaxed, hot pleasure buzzing through her aching body. The man plunged into her quivering folds a few final times, unloading every drop of cum into her, before finally pulling out. The T-Doll groaned at the sudden emptiness and glanced over at AA-12, watching the unconscious girl moan in her sleep as she was fucked missionary.
Thunder grimaced as she heard another man kneeling down behind her, his large cock brushing up against her ass-
RATATATATAT!
-when the ear-splitting sound of machine gun rounds filled the main room, a thick line of bullets tearing through the concrete wall and cutting down all in its path.
Thunder remained perfectly still, listening intently to the sounds of the bandits crying out in agony as they were cut in half by the hail of bullets. It lasted barely ten seconds yet when it suddenly cut off her ears were left ringing, the sound of her panting the only thing registering in her mind.
Slowly she straightened up, gazing around the suddenly-silent room. Not a single bandit was left standing – all of them cut in half and unmoving, dead. Even the camera was not spared, the hail of bullets having ripped the tripod to shreds and turned the camera into nothing more than fragments.
''You ladies alright?'' A familiar voice called from the doorway.
Thunder glanced over, her eyes landing on Gunner as he stepped into the room. His heavy trench coat was hanging open, revealing his cybernetic arm and the mini-gun attached to it – the barrel still smoking from unloading several hundred rounds in the matter of seconds. The bandit tipped his cowboy hat back and smiled wryly at her, approaching.
''Thanks for the help, girls.'' Gunner offered a hand to Thunder, the T-Doll taking it and letting him pull her up. ''I took care of the guys with me; nobody's left to stop us now.''
He reached into his jacket and withdrew a familiar handgun, chuckling softly as he offered it to the silver-haired T-Doll. ''I believe this is yours. You're free to go.''
Thunder took the offered gun, clutching it to her chest. It felt good to have it back again. ''Thank you... what do you want us to do now?''
''Hm?'' He quirked a brow at her. ''Didn't you hear me? You're free to go your own way.''
She shook her head. ''...I want to stay with you.''
Gunner seemed genuinely surprised about that, blinking owlishly – but before he could speak, FNC suddenly chirped up.
''Yeah... don't leave us~'' The mentally-damaged girl pleaded, looking up at him with wide eyes full of adoring want.
''Mm... we won't survive in this state, out in the wild...'' MDR responded slowly, grimacing as she stumbled to her feet – grabbing a bandit's fluffy jacket and using it to wipe away the cum staining her inner thighs.
AA-12 was still unconscious and FAL was mentally out of it, but Thunder had a feeling they'd agree too. Pragmatically they wouldn't last long out in the wild in their state. Emotionally, they didn't want to leave the one person who had shown them the slightest modicum of care.
''...hmph. Fair enough.'' Gunner smirked lazily, holstering his minigun. ''Gather up what loot you can find then; I don't wanna linger around here long. Sangvis Ferri drones were sighted a mile north of here, and I don't wanna try fighting those things. We'll head south towards the city.''
The three T-Dolls hummed an agreement, and set about gathering whatever supplies they could carry – food, water, basic medical supplies and ammo. Given the fact they wouldn't need them they all 'borrowed' some clothes from the now-dead bandits, since their own clothes were ripped and left them embarrassingly exposed. None were in any position to care about their partial nudity, but if they were to survive out in the wilderness they'd need to cover up properly.
Short of half an hour passed before they were ready to leave; FNC and MDR carrying AA-12 and FAL, whilst Thunder and Gunner carried their supplies.
Thunder slowly walked through the silent main room, watching as MDR strolled out into the mild afternoon air while FNC eagerly chatted Gunner up, all but hugging his side. Whether from some form of twisted adoration or broken lust, she didn't know... but she found herself wanting to do the same.
''Hm...?'' Thunder paused as she neared the main door, her gaze flickering down to something her foot hit.
The Bossman, his eyes empty and still a pale pallor. Her crimson eyes examined his unmoving body intently, noting how her systems no longer registered him as 'human' due to the lack of vital signs.
BOOM!
The .50 BMG round left her hand-cannon with a loud boom, cleanly blowing off half his head. Thunder stared down at him for a long moment, only to glance up when she heard cloth fluttering.
''You alright?'' Gunner asked her curiously, FNC hugging his free hand.
Thunder blinked. Slowly she raised the barrel up to her lips – and blew away the light stream of smoke.
''Yes...'' A hint of a smile curled at her lips. ''I'm alright now.''
Gunner flashed her a smirk and walked out into the afternoon sun, and with firm strides Thunder followed after him, the scent of cordite left in her wake.
[END]
A/N: At least Thunder got a bit of a happy ending. God knows she needs it, the little cinnamon roll~