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At Titus' words to her she shuddered at the memory of his machete patting acrid her inner thughs. She closed her eyes and flinched at the two gunshots that freed Hanlon from his suffering. His body still tied up to the wheelchair.
Aurora looked at the picture of president Tandi. She picked it up and looked it over. A pretty young woman looked back at her, smiling with benevolence. Aurora wondered if the longest running and most loved president of the NCR would have c done v the same as her in this situation.
She gripped both sides of the frame and smashed it against the corner of the desk. The shattering glass butting into her right hand in the meaty part below her thumb. Fresh red blood welled up over her hand as she pulled the picture of Tandi from its frame.
There was a fresh piece of paper underneath worth small handwriting. Names and serial numbers the Rangers. A single drop off her blood touched the corner of the paper and blotted towards the wiring. She pulled her bleeding hand away and handed the paper to Titus. She looked at the walls, names and numbers wouldn't be enough. She looked around. The presidents will show you the way. Hanlon had said. She stepped out of Hanlon's office and through to the office across from his President Kimball stared at something in the distance in his portait.
There was something in the corner that caught her eye. The canvas was peeling at the edges. She picked a corner with thumb and forefinger and pulled. The false canvas came away easily revealing a map of the Mojave, and the locations of the ranger stations and the safehouse was revealed. Aurora stepped back, bumping into Tutus as c she did so. Blood reddening the palm of her hand and dripping down her fingers to the floor. She was numb to the sting of the cut.
"So my machete will stay a virgin tonight," Titus said with mock disappointment. He took the sheets from their frames and handed them to the legionaries in the room with them. "Make copies for Lanius. The rangers will no longer be a thorn in our side." Said the centurion.
When the troopers were all that was left, taking Vegas, making a new Rome, would be easy. She had gotten results when his butchers hadn't. But yet again, through her, his centuria, and now his cohort, would succeed where Lanius and the Burned Man had failed. She'd started the extermination of the rangers. And when the cull was over, she would be 'rewarded'.
"And now, so you never forget that you belong to me. That you are only alive because I allow it - in case you think about running away again..." Titus raised Gehenna and her blade burst into flame. He used his other hand to grab Aurora by the arm and hold her still. "Let this be a constant reminder that your life not your own." He pressed the flat edge of the blade into her arm, twice, leaving it there for a few seconds as she struggled, burning a cross into her, like the one on her rags.
The searing pain blinded her, and her pain filled scream was involuntarily ripped from deep within her being and harsh in her ears. It was as if she was watching from far away, but felt every touch of the flame as he seared her flesh, marking it forever with the sign of a slave.
Her legs turned to jelly with the shock and pain, the smell of the burning flesh, her burning flesh crisp in the air. she sank to the ground, tears running down her cheeks, her face an exquisite contortion of agony. she gasped as the first waves of pain dissipated after he had finished marking her.
More agony continued to wash over her as her vision cleared, emanating from the burned arm, she found herself on her knees, head bent and her free hand gripping the edge of a desk.
"Yes, Master." she said hoarsely, "I live only to serve." she said through deep gasps of agony, she felt his grip on her arm as sensation returned to the rest of her body after the over-riding burning pain that he had inflicted upon her.
Finally, Titus felt a bit better about her act of betrayal. Her pain - her retribution - was what he wanted more than anything at the moment. After letting his guard down ONCE, he'd come to regret it the very next day. The compassion he'd felt for the first time in years had withered the second he found out what had happened. Only when she begged him for death would he be content, and then see no reason to fulfil that wish.
He laughed callously as she fell to her knees offering up her token obedience in the face of her punishment.
She hated herself so much, she knew that she would never see her family again, she would never lead her grandmother's Tribe as the Wind Caller, the dance leader, forever denied her now. All she had to remember her family now were the two pictures and her cloth name badge tucked away in her bra.
His cruel laughter burned her more than the sword had, her spirit flared and dimmed, he had won, and he knew it. There would be no more 'mercies' after this, he would be upon her like a Deathclaw if she fucked up any of his requests.
"Master, how may I serve you?" she asked placidly, her pain still evident in her eyes and the slight cracking of her voice. Her head lowered, her eyes would not meet her masters, so deeply was her despair that if she were to look into his face, she would crumble into a mess of tears and terror.
Titus was conflicted. On one side, he was an officer of the Legion, and he was completely justified in treating this degenerate whore like the scum she was; but on the other, this girl had saved his life, hence their night together. And he had genuinely enjoyed it - not having to have the customary bravado of the Legionary, just her and him, and his wanting to show her some kindness.
In truth, it was that soft spot he had for her that made him so furious. For the first time since he had joined the Legion, he had been hurt. In his head, he battled to justify how he was treating her.
He thought for a short moment, on what would be degrading to her - something he had not yet done to her.
"With your lips..." he replied.
Aurora raised her head and looked at him, she didn't want to be anywhere near intimate towards him again, but she had promised to serve him.
She slowly arose from her position; his hand still gripped her damaged arm. She raised her arm with his hand still gripping her to her trembling lips and softly kissed his hand. She gently took his hand from her wrist and opened his fingers; she caressed each fingertip with soft lips before she moved his hand to her chest to caress her breast, she felt the movement against her skin as the pictures shifted between the bra and her flesh. She absently wiped the drying blood from the cut on her hand before she moved her injured arm up to caress her Master's face. She stepped in slowly to him and placed a gentle kiss against his lips.
Titus could tell how uncomfortable she was doing this for him, and it struck him as hugely ironic given last night. His hand went from her chest to his own head, as he placed him helmet on the desk behind them, then back to her body. His hands wandered over her curves as he pulled her closer into him. He wanted this to start off as a faithful recreation of the night before, only this time marred by the clear hatred the two shared for each other. It wouldn't be the same as that moment of weakness before. It'd be the meaningless, degrading abuse an officer committed against his property.
Aurora felt his need to dominate her, this would be nothing like their first night, when she had freely given herself to him. She had no choice in the matter this time.
'I embarrassed him, by not being a *dutiful Slave*' she thought to herself as he closed the door to the small office. 'This is part of my penance.'
Alone and away from prying eyes, his roaming hands became more demanding; she pulled away gently, and pulled the slave rags up over her body, revealing her lithe form. She winced as the rough material scratched the fresh burns of her arm.
she dropped the slave garment onto the ground and allowed him to take her in his rough desirous embrace. She could tell that this was not how he wanted it to play out; there was something deeper to him, something that went beyond him being a Legionary.
She knew that they would never have another night like they had before, or at least, not for a very long time. He picked her up as if she was nothing at all and sat her upon a desk, clearing the paperwork and clutter with a sweep of his arm and then pushed her roughly down to lay back on the surface he had cleared.
She lay there looking up at his features, waiting for him to take her, in anger, or desire, or both.
The pair took off their rags and armour as quickly as they could, not helping each other but undressing themselves. The difference in atmosphere could not have been greater. Titus' new armour came off quick in a few pieces, faster than good old patchwork suit and soon enough he was undressed. He cleared the desk of all the shit that was on it before and roughly pushed Aurora down onto the desk where he lifted her legs and took her underwear. It looked better on the floor anyway.
What came to follow was not fun. It was rough and painful, and to make it worse, when he was done, and he'd thrown her rags back at her, he pointed out that Hanlon's gross, flayed body had been watching the whole.
"I'm sending my scouts out to these stations tonight. If your info is off, tomorrow night, it will be a spear I fuck you with."
Aurora sat up and dressed as quickly as she could, she was hurting in more places than she cared to think about, her hair was knotted and strands of it were upon the desk and the floor where he had pulled it form her scalp.
She gingerly eased herself off the desk to the floor where she went and assisted Titus with dressing. "Yes, Master, I understand." she replied demurely as she helped to buckle the breastplate to his chest.
She placed the wrist guards upon his arms and tightened the straps. When she had finished, she stood to the side and waited his next orders.