Banished Pt. 03

"Fuck justice, Nathan. I want you to bring that bitch in here and fucking rape her!"

"No. That's not gonna make anything better," I said.

"I don't care. That's what I want."

"Let's work something out, Casey. There has to be-"

"No. This is non-negotiable. It's this, or nothing."

I rubbed the back of my head, as I considered the grisly request.

"Look, Nate. You might beat Caleb; but there are things about this world, this situation, that only I know. You've known that since day one. You need me! I'm more useful than you could possibly imagine!"

"All your info isn't worth what you're asking me to do," I said, and she cursed.

"But you don't feel anything!" she exclaimed, and I sighed.

"No, but I still know what's right and what's wrong."

"Look. I'll show you something right now."

She placed her hand on my chest, and her wrist implant began to glow.

"If I say your name, and pledge myself to you while holding my hand like this, then I become your slave for life. You can order me to do anything, and I would be forced to obey. Do this for me, and I'll pledge myself to you," she said.

My mind flashed back to when I'd done the same thing with the princess, and I studied Casey as realization dawned on me.

This was a lot of power to have over someone...

"You're serious?"

"Deadly," she answered, and I sighed.

"Give me a second to think," I said, and Casey stared daggers at me as I stepped away from her, and out of the tent.

"I think you should do it."

I jumped, as Francesca's voice spoke suddenly beside me.

"Jesus," I breathed, my hand on my chest, as she caught me off guard.

"It's not just Casey... Vanessa made some of the other girls have sex with Caleb's goons. I only escaped because one of the dumbasses took a look at my chest and picked someone with bigger boobs."

I looked over at the girls, as I thought about the fate Vanessa had led them to.

Ironic, I thought. She promised to protect them from rape, then led them to the slaughter herself.

Then image of her flashed before my eyes... Julienne; her red, curly hair, and that wicked, unforgiving smile.

Maybe I can use that.

"If I do this... this stays between us," I breathed, and Francesca's face lit up.

"Of course," she promised, her eyes lighting up, and I shot her a sharp look.

I walked up to Vanessa, then grasped her by her hair, and she yelped as I pulled her to her feet.

"Let's take a walk," I said, and Gisela stared after me as I headed back to the tent.

I threw Vanessa down at Casey's feet, and she smiled at me, and gave a nod.

"I expect that pledge," I said, and she nodded, her eyes fixed venomously on Vanessa.

"Oh. Nice. Guess you found some use for your friend," she said. "Just so you know, Caleb will kill him... and we'll do things to you that'll make you wish you'd died too."

"Look. You can smack her around a little, but Caleb might be here anytime. Save the main event for a safer place," I said, and she shook her head.

"Do you feel your skin crawling?" she asked, and I shook my head. "Your armor grants you enhanced perception; when someone in full armor gets within a mile of you, you'll feel it... and when he's ready to attack, you'll feel-"

"-the hairs on my neck stand on end?" I asked, and she nodded.

"As long as he's far enough away, we're fine; now hold her arms down, behind her back."

I sighed, doing as she asked, and she reached forward, squeezing Vanessa's breasts roughly.

"How does it feel?" Casey said, and Vanessa laughed.

"Good, actually."

Casey gnashed her teeth, then looking toward the tent entrance to make sure she was in the clear, she quickly slipped off her cotton pants, and I raised an eyebrow at her, as she stripped off her underwear as well.

Why are you stripping? I thought; and the answer quickly came.

She grabbed Vanessa's long black hair, and bunching it up in her hand, she grasped the hair and used it to force Vanessa's face, roughly, towards her own pussy.

"How do you fucking like it now, bitch?" she cursed, rubbing and smearing herself all over Vanessa's face, nose and mouth.

Vanessa snapped at her, trying to bite, and I twisted her hand painfully.

"Try that again, and I'll knock the teeth out of your mouth," I warned.

Casey studied me, and I gave her a quick nod.

Get this over with, I thought to myself.

"Lick," Casey ordered, and Vanessa gritted her teeth, so I twisted her arm again.

"You're gonna break my arm," she complained, and I shrugged.

"Then fucking do what she says," I replied.

She let out a long sigh, then leaned in and began to tentatively lick Casey's pussy, and Casey moaned.

"Oh yeah, bitch. Eat it like you're a fucking lesbian."

Vanessa licked as Casey occasionally ground her face into her mound, which was quickly becoming slick with her juices.

"Tear her pants off," Casey ordered.

At first, I moved to remove them, when I remembered the way I'd torn her clothes apart.

Was my armor giving me enhanced strength? I thought, so I decided to try something.

I grabbed the cotton pants, and pulled at them, hard; and to my surprise, the material tore loose in my hand.

Interesting, I thought.

"Now fuck the bitch."

"Uhh, I'm not sure how..." I began, trying to figure out what to remove from my armor first, when Francesca darted into the tent, beside me.

"I can help with that!"

I shook my head disapprovingly, but Casey gave a quick nod, and Francesca examined me, then removed my belt-plate, and, shooting me an excited look, she fished my still semi-flaccid member from within my undergarments.

She began to stroke me, and as I shot her a warning glare, she shrugged.

"What? You need to be harder," she said, as she continued to coax me to life.

As soon as I felt I was close enough to my full length, I gestured for Francesca to take off my gauntlet, and as she did, I chased her out of the room.

She shot me a pouty expression, before leaving, reluctantly.

I took my now freed hand and began to massage Vanessa's clit, when Casey groaned.

"You're not making love to her. Just fucking stick it in. Make her squeal like the fucking pig she is!"

I took a deep breath, then placed my head at her entrance, and Casey pressed Vanessa's face down into the ground as I forced myself into her, impaling her in one fell strike.

"Gaaah!" she groaned, and Casey gloated.

"How does it feel now, you fucking piece of shit? How do you like it when someone else does it to you?"

Was this what Vanessa and Caleb had done to her?

I studied the look on Casey's face. Was it rage, or pleasure?

It was a new expression, and probably one I wouldn't get a chance to study very often, so I made a mental note to ask her about it some time.

"Fuck her brains out, Nate," Casey ordered, and I obliged, slamming cruelly into Vanessa's cunt as Casey forced her to eat her pussy.

Vanessa moaned into Casey's pussy as she licked, and Casey laughed.

"Yeah. Moan like a bitch, you fucking pig! Nate. Take her ass," Casey ordered, and I bit my lip.

I'd never done anal before, and as I slipped my cock out of her pussy, I poked at the little rosebud of her asshole.

It was so tiny; I had no idea how to even begin fitting my cock inside.

Casey studied me, then, as if understanding my confusion, she walked over to me, and she leaned down, and spit onto Vanessa's ass, then grasping my meat, she pushed the head to the little puckered hole, and to my surprise, without much difficulty, I began to press in.

The space was tight.

Tighter than any pussy could be, and as her walls contracted around me, wrapping around my cock and squeezing it tightly, I felt a little wave of lightheadedness wash over me.

"Agggghhhhh," Vanessa groaned, and Casey returned her attention to her.

"You want to scream? Scream," she said, and Vanessa shot her a resilient look.

"Only because it feels so fucking good," she said, but her words didn't sound as convincing as she thought they did.

"Oh really? Fuck her, Nate. Do it hard and fast," she ordered, and I obliged.

The obscene sound of skin slapping against bare skin filled the room, punctuated only by the guttural grunts coming from Vanessa.

"Want this to end? Huh? I have an idea... how about you stick your tongue in my ass?"

"Fuck... you," she said. "No way."

I grasped her hair, and as Casey got down on her knees, and positioned her ass towards Vanessa's face, I forced her face down towards Casey's rear end.

She tried to turn her face away, but my grip was strong, and as she resisted, I reached for her clit, and grasped it between my forefinger and thumb.

She shot me a panicked look, and I nodded towards Casey.

"Do it now," I said, and I saw panicked tears forming in her eyes.

Would a normal person feel sorry for her? I wondered.

I knew that tears could elicit feelings of sympathy, but people often displayed anger towards those who cried after having done terrible things.

"I don't feel that tongue in my ass yet," Casey called, and I pinched at Vanessa's clit in warning.

She whimpered, before reaching out, tentatively with her tongue, and Casey moaned exaggeratedly as it made contact.

"Eat it. Eat my ass, pig," she said, and as I prodded Vanessa's clit again, she began to lick with more conviction.

"You better bury that tongue in my ass," Casey warned, and Vanessa gulped, before sticking her tongue out, and as I shoved her face hard, she finally pressed the wet, slug beyond the puckered bud, and into Casey's anus.

"Wring her clit off if she takes her tongue out of my ass, Nate," Casey said, and I flicked the knob in warning, as Vanessa continued to probe the inside of Casey's anus.

All the while I continued to slowly pump my cock into Vanessa's ass, enjoying the sensation of the warm, tight tunnel wrapped gloriously around my love pole.

Casey began to massage her own clit.

"Fuck. Nate. I'm gonna cum. Fuck her. Fuck her hard, and pump her slut hole to the brim with cum."

I began to fuck Vanessa roughly, and even before Casey's moans became orgasmic, I could feel the cum building up in my balls, and I grunted as it began to pour out.

Vanessa, I noted with some amusement, was moaning, and really really tonguing Casey's asshole out, and even as I emptied my balls inside of her, I began slamming into her again, this time rubbing the little nub of her clit more gently, and coaxing her towards an orgasm of her own.

The increased stimulation from Vanessa pushed Casey over the edge, but as she came, she looked back with interest as Vanessa's moans caught her attention.

"What a fucking slut. Are you actually cumming from that?" she asked, and Vanessa lifted her face up, and spat at Casey in disgust.

She, however, made no move to dislodge my cock from herself, and as I pulled myself from her, a bit roughly, she let out a little whimper.

"Are you happy?" she asked, folding her arms under her breasts, and Casey glared at her angrily.

"Nothing will take back what you did to me," Casey said, as she quickly dressed and left the tent.

I tucked myself away, then replaced the pieces of armor that I'd removed, but Vanessa kept her eyes on me.

"You really don't give a fuck about any of this, do you?" she asked, and I shrugged.

"You reaped what you sowed?" I offered, and she chuckled.

"I think I'm starting to like you," she said. "If you happen to kill Caleb tonight... how about we make this a thing? I can fuck like a porn star when I don't have some bitch trying to bury my face in her cunt."

"Oh? In exchange for what? Protection?" I asked, and she shrugged.

"I like fucking, and you fuck like a stud. Doesn't have to be anything more than that, to be honest."

I laughed.

"Still trying to play tough?" I asked, and Vanessa smirked.

"Casey's a fucking dumbass. Her trauma, is to me, just a mild inconvenience. You don't believe me? Take your cock out," she said, and I eyed her; my interest piqued.

I slipped my belt off, and as I withdrew my cock from its confines, she crawled over to me, and taking it into her hand, she stroked it as she began to suck on my balls, all the while keeping her gaze locked onto mine.

She licked from my balls all the way along my shaft, pausing as she got to my head, which she sucked and kissed.

She moaned, sliding my cock past her lips, and swirling her tongue pleasurably along the sensitive underside of my meat.

"Got used to the taste of ass, I take it," I teased, and she shrugged, slipping my dick out of her mouth.

"Not half as bad as I thought it'd be. Besides... my own taste is much better than that whore's. It's making my cunt drip, actually" she said, leaning back and spreading her legs to show me.

I snickered, then tucked away my cock to her displeasure.

"Aww... I don't know if you're gonna live, you know. This might be your last chance to fuck me."

"You don't seem to understand. I find you... intriguing, but disgusting nonetheless. So, you're gonna have to offer me something more than just your body to keep me interested."

I fixed my armor back on, then signaled to Gisela as soon as I stepped outside.

"Have someone tie her up," I ordered, and she quickly summoned one of the Kobalt over.

"One of the Goddess wish to speak," she said, pointing the small statured girl who we'd captured with Candace from earlier.

I walked over to her, and she looked up as I stood over her.

"Up," I said, and she stood up.

We walked away from the rest of the group, before I gestured to her to speak.

"Where you're staying... is it with them?" she asked, indicating to the Kobalt, and I nodded. "Is it safe?"

"Safer than here," I said. "Look. I'm not like Vanessa, so I won't sugarcoat anything. There's a lot that can go wrong... we've got to learn their customs so we don't accidentally do something to offend them, and they speak hardly any English so we're going to have to learn some of their language eventually. But they offered us sanctuary, and so far, it's relatively safe."

She rubbed her foot against her leg, anxiously.

"Can you take me with you?" she asked. "I'll... do some stuff, if I have to."

"Okay, stop with that. I'm not looking for sex slaves. If you want to come, and they're cool with me bringing more people than what I'd told them, then I'd be happy to take you in."

She studied me.

"Just like that?" she asked, and I nodded.

"Jeannie," she said, biting her fingernails. "My name is Jeannie."

"Nate. Sorry about kicking you... earlier," I said, and as she rubbed the spot on her stomach gingerly, she smiled.

"It's okay," she said timidly.

She cast a furtive look back at the others, and I let out a sigh.

"I'll give them all a chance," I said, as she studied me. "Stay with them for now, though."

She nodded, and I walked her back to the group before joining Francesca.

"Did you really rip this off of her?" Francesca asked, as she examined the piece of armor on the ground.

"Yeah."

She turned to me, then stood up, and began to examine my own chest piece.

"So, it's not just one piece?" she asked, and I shook my head.

"There's straps holding them together," I confirmed, and she pondered the info.

"That doesn't sound sturdy," she said.

She pulled at my armor a bit, then frowned.

"I take that back. This doesn't budge," she said.

I looked around, then spotting Casey, I waved her over.

We explained our observations, and she shook her head.

"The straps are there to get the armor on; once the pieces connect, the bond is basically unbreakable until you take it off."

"Then how did this happen?" Francesca asked, holding up the armor piece from the ground.

"Armor shredding. When you deal damage to someone's armor, it weakens the bond. Then you can shear the armor off either with a weapon attack, or tearing it off once you're wearing the right equipment; like those gauntlets."

"So, is that the best way for Nate to take on Caleb?" Francesca asked, and Casey shrugged.

"If he's a better fighter than Caleb, then sure; but they're both using starter gear, so it doesn't really matter. Real sneaky, buying that stuff and keeping it hidden, by the way."

"I didn't," I replied. "We got this from our new friends."

Casey's eyes followed me to Gisela, who shot me a questioning look, before I conveyed to her that everything was fine.

"Wait... hold up your hand," Casey said, examining my chip.

She pressed down on my wrist, where the little red light blinked, and a miniature holographic display came up.

"Holy shit. Nate, this is tier three armor. Medium to high grade, at least. How have you not realized that?" Casey asked, and I shrugged.

"What's the difference in the tiers, anyway? Harder to shear off?"

"Uh, yeah, but it also enhances your physical and mental faculties. Seriously how have you not realized that?"

I suddenly realized why it seemed as if I was moving faster, and was stronger, than I thought...

It was the armor!

"I've never gotten in a fight before. I kind of just assumed adrenaline was making me better than I thought I was at it, I guess?"

Francesca snickered, as Casey studied me with open mouthed shock.

"Some psychopath, huh?" Francesca said, elbowing Casey, but she didn't seem amused.

"There are other ways to get what you want, than violence. Right Nate?" Casey said, and I nodded.

"That's how most people do it at least."

Gisela came over to let me know that they had eyes looking out in every direction.

I quickly requested that she get Gunter to gather up some rocks, and hand them out amongst the Kobalt.

"Unlike with the Goddesses, we may need to hurt these in every way we can," I said, and she nodded.

"What's your plan?" Francesca asked. "Hide and ambush?"

I shook my head.

"Thanks to his armor, he's gonna notice our presence before we can strike. Nolan, Jordan, and the broken robot might be at risk if we go at it like that."

"Hmm. Maybe we could use some of the girls as bait?" she continued, and again, I shook my head.

"I'm not sure he's gonna hesitate to kill them either. That armor probably makes him feel like a real God. I kind of expect that he will act like it."

"So what? Are you gonna sit here and just wait on him?" Francesca asked, and I smirked.

"Yeah, actually."

She shot me a dubious look, and I snickered.

"I'm serious. He probably won't be able to resist if I challenged him to a duel," I explained, and Francesca nodded enthusiastically.

"Casey. Can these guys use our equipment?" I asked, pointing to the Kobalt, and she bit her lip.

"To some extent. The weapons still cut the same way; but they don't receive any of the enhancements that come with the armor and weapons, and the armor shreds off of them almost immediately too."

I shifted my gaze to Francesca.

"Fancy yourself a fighter?" I asked, and her eyes lit up.

"Fuck yeah!" she exclaimed, and I smirked at her.

Casey and I helped her to don the breastplate we'd seized from Vanessa, and she gasped as the armor began to reconfigure itself, shaping to fit her lithe frame.

"Well that's certainly something," Francesca noted, and I nodded in agreement.

She also donned the arm guards, and wielded a spear.

The other weapons I decided to hand out to some of the more confident looking amongst the Kobalt, and to my surprise, Gisela herself took the spear.

"Can you fight?" I asked, and she gripped the weapon tightly.

"For you? With my life," she said. "To the princess, I promised you safe return."

As Gisela walked off, Francesca came over.

"Princess?" she asked, a teasing smile on her face, and I sighed.

"It's a long story, but I might kinda be married to one," I explained, and she laughed.