Melody jumped from her seat where her and Siri had been eating when she saw Starved dog approaching them. She ran over and hugged his waist.
"You're back!", She cheered.
"Let go", he ordered her.
She leg go of him and took a step back before looking at his masked face. He wasnt wounded in anyway and his uniform seemed to still be in good condition. Sand stuck to his boots along with some red stuff dried onto them. Siri quietly hoped Melody wouldn't realize what was on his boots.
"So how was your mission?", She asked full of energy.
"We brought a little justice to the Mojave", he said with his usual utter lack of charisma.
"Woooow", she said with stars in her eyes, "what all happened?"
Starved dog was silent for several long seconds he looked down at Melody. Finally he grunted, "That is legion business. You don't need to know".
And just like that Melody dropped the subject.
...
Arcades body hurt. He was certain he had a few broken ribs at the very least. Why did he let that smooth talking man in the dapper gambler suit convince him to be alone with him?
Oh right... Arcade wanted to have a role around in the sheets after along day of work at the old mormon fort.
The second they were alone the man had shoved a chloroform rag in his face. When next he woke up he was laying on his side with a blind fold tied around his face and his wrists bound behind his back. He could feel the rough desert underneath him. He must've been outside.
"H-help me", he cried through his painfully dry throat.
He had heard foot steps approach him before he was kicked in the ribs by whoever it was in front of him.
"Quiet profligate!", The man ordered. It was the same voice as the man in the suit that Arcade had spoken with.
Arcade didn't dare speak again after that. Eventually a canteen had been brought to his lips. He drank every drop until it was empty.
The man than shoved the chloroform rag over his mouth again.
Now here he was blind folded, bounded and on his knees. He'd be lying if he said he hadn't imagined himself in a situation like this but of course in his imagination they had a much more fun and kinky ending.
"Take that rag off his face", an older man's voice ordered.
The blindfold was taken off. Arcade had to squint as his eyes readjusted to the light. In front of him stood the older man who's voice Arcade had heard. He was dressed in a tunic with some sort of animal fur over it with a large piece of medal pinned to it.
Arcade knew who this was; it didn't take genius to figure it out and Arcade was a genius. Edward Sallow or as he was commonly known these days, Caesar.
"Arcade Gannon", Caesar said, "your quite the doctor. Many of my spy's say you may be the best in the Mojave."
"Just get to the point", Arcade rolled his eyes. If he was going to die here he wouldn't give them the satisfaction of seeing his fear.
"Direct, I like that", Caesar smirked, "I have need of a man of your talent."
"And what is it you need?"
"Why a doctor of course", Caesar said as he squited down so that his eyes were level with Arcade's, "welcome to the legion."
...
Siri popped her back after a long day of work. She headed toward the slave latrine. The "latrine" was really just a large hole dug in the ground down stream of the rest of the camp. Several wooden bridges stretch across the deep pit with holes cut into them. The latrine was completely deserted as most other slaves were already fast asleep, passed out from another long day of labor.
After sitting down and doing her business she began her trip back up the hill to her bed.
As she walked back to camp though she kept feeling eyes on her. She frantically looked around. The legionaries on guard duty paid next to no attention to her but she couldn't shake the feeling. She tried to pull the too short skirt of her slave rags down more to try and cover herself from who ever was watching.
Her heart beat felt like a super sledge. Her eyes continued to dart back and forth, scanning ever shadow or corner that someone could be hiding in. She saw no one. Than the medical tent came into view. Her heart calmed ever slightly at the sight of her shelter.
She didn't make it there. An arm grabbed her in a head lock from behind. She began to frantically kick and claw a best she could at her attacker. She tried to scream but the arm wrapped around her neck was far too tight.
"Quiet slave!", A familiar voice whispered in her ear. She couldn't place the voice but he seemed on the tip of her tongue.
Eventually she stopped struggling as her vision began to go blurry. As she stopped the arm around her throat loosened just enough for her to breath. The man dragged her away to a secluded part of the camp behind the arena.
He let her go only to shove her to the ground with him atop her. With her face in the dirt Siri felt the man's breath on the back of her neck. He began to grope her one of her breast with his free hand while the other held her own hands down. She could feel his erection rubbing against her back side desperately.
Than, suddenly he flipped her around so that they now faced each other. Siri kept her eyes squeezed shut as tight as they could.
"Look at me", the man ordered in that eerily familiar voice.
She didn't open her eyes.
"I said", he gripped her throat tightly, making it hard to breath again, "Look at me!"
She opened her eyes and came face to face with the man. He had a dark shade of skin and his hair was in a simple buzz cut.
Siri didn't know his name but she knew who he was. He was the prime legionary who got a broken leg after tripping. He had a desperate look in his eyes.
The legionary pulled out his cock from beneath his tunic.
'Just give in', she told herself, ''go limp. It will be easier that was.'
That's when it struck her. What the legion had turned her into. This quiet submissive little slave not willing to put up a fight.
Part of her began screaming at her to fight back! To show them what a woman could do. But than there was the logical part of her. The side that knew she could win this fight; the man was much larger than her and trained to fight.
Then another part of her, the part that reminded her about Melody. About how the girl would be almost completely alone without her. She'd only have that strange legionary to look after her.
A legionary like the one about to rape her.
She felt turn in three. Part of her wanting to fight with all she had. Another trying to stay calm and try to make it through this. And another in utter fear for both herself and Melody.
She broke down into tears. The whole battle in her mind lasting only a second in real life.
The legionary seemed to stop in his tracks. He let go of her.
"What?! Are you saving me for later?!", Siri shrieked as the man stood up and backed away.
He seemed to understand his actions just as much as Siri did. He left her to cry by herself.
She pulled her knees to her chest and laid there on the ground in the fetal position. She cried for the rest of the night.