This story is inspired by the scene in Fallout 1 when you are asked to kill some sex slave women in order to join a gang of raiders.

"Proove yourself ruthless!" (Fallout universe)

(f+, noncon, snuff, decap, neck snap, stabbing)

There is a menacing silence in the room. Garl is staring at me, sezing me up. His bodyguards aren't even flinching their eyes, they have their weapons drawn out at me. He has strong metal plated leather armor and some pants with kneecap protection. I probably couldn't kill him and make an escape, even if I wanted to.

"So...You come here. Into our den... You kill 3 people single handedly and with no firearms." he pauses and signals his man to retract their weapons.

"WHAT. DO. YOU. WANT?" he shouts menacingly.

"To join your....gang." I say, trying not to insult him.

"We're the Great Khans, we're not just some gang. We bow to no one and raid all the nearby settlements. We RAPE, we KILL, we PILLAGE. THE WASTELAND IS OUR BITCH." he yells, almost foaming at the mouth.

I watch him, holding my ground and not uttering a single word. Eventually he falls back onto his throne. I notice his leather shoulder pads have...nipples. They look like they are made from the skin of the breasts of some unfortunate cunt. Neat.

"So... you wish to join us..."

"Yes." I reply shortly and confidently.

"You've proven yourself skilled in combat. You took out 3 of my men...not the best that I've had, but certainly capable warriors. I must fill that gap with someone who is just as capable. Are you ready to kill anyone whom I command you to? Are you that ruthless?"

"I wouldn't be here if I weren't." I reply, with a bit of defiance.

"Hehe, good. Guess we'll have to see..." he chuckles then stands up from his throne and motions me to follow him.

The... 'base' these Khans are using seems to be an old store from the prewar times. The concrete walls have seen some damage due to the age, but they're holding on quite alright. Garl takes me through a corridor and as we move I can't keep my eyes off the tit shoulder pads. I want a pair of those too. We finally arrive at a locked door.

"This is the Fun Room. In here we keep our sex slaves. Well, it isn't that much fun anymore... We've had the same slaves for two and a half months now. All of my men have fucked them at this point. At least a dozen times. All they do is get fed, fucked and occasionally beat."

"You want me to butcher them?" I say, anticipating what's to come.

"EXACTLY. We can't keep fucking the same three cunts till our days run out. And besides... they're probably already pregnant and we don't want extra weaklings to feed. You can fuck around a bit...bot not too much. You either SLAUGHTER them or you will be killed yourself. Here, use this knife. They'll come at you thinking they just have to fuck and please one of us. Show these sluts they're nothing more than meat to us." he hands me the knife and the key to the room.

"I better hear the screaming and moaning from the other side of the shop!" he says with a devilish grimace on his face, as he slowly departs, waving a hand at me then crossing his fingers across his throat.

I haven't had a good fuck in a while and my arms are twitchy, my mind is racing at the thought of slaughtering three innocent sluts. I put the knife in my vest, grab the key and put it into the door. I turn it and unlock the door. I can already sense my dick getting hard. I slowly turn the knob and open the door.

The first thing I notice is a black woman, restrained to a wall on the other side of the room. She's completely naked and in a sitting position, her hands bound with rope, with her back at the wall. Right above her is a window that lets the dim light of the afternoon into the room. She's supple, black haired and probably being punished for something. Her tits are pretty damn big for her frame. Big, round and full. They'd make excellent shoulder pads. Before I can fully examine the one that's bound against the wall, another two women come into my field of view.
They stride carefully, probably wanting to make a good first impression. It's clear that I'm new around here, but they probably don't know what I'm here for, so they figure it's business as usual.

The one coming from my right is another stunner. She has short, light blond hair that barely looks natural. Her round, young looking face is especially enchanting as her red lips form a lusty smile. She's covered with a very thin fabric that's wrapped around her torso in a way that her body's shape is fully fleshed out by the material and her big nipples point out quite blatantly. Her tits are what some would call torpedo tits - not too big, pointy and a just a bit saggy. They're a perfect handful. Her tummy is also delicious and her sex is exposed, yet her cunt lips are on the inside. She notices me staring at her as she strides and she winks at me then turns with her back towards me and reaches down to her heels, putting her amazing ass on display. She slaps her buttocks and then spreads her pussy, with her head turned towards me. She probably thinks I'm hooked by now. To be truthful to myself... I am. My gaze is indeed fixated upon her exposed cunt, but I am imagining plunging the knife in her vagina and gutting her, not fucking her. Well, the more I think about it, I might even fuck her first. She's got one sexy bum.

"I am Enokate. I am.... pleasedto see a new...*giggle* face around here." she says in a seductive manner, squeezing her ass with one hand and massaging her clit with the other hand.

"And I am Fara." says another voice from my left.

I turn towards her. Yet another goddamn hot cunt. These Khan raiders really want me to maim, stab and butcher these cunts? All my life I've dreamed of this moment, when I may get to snuff such lovely targets, but now I'm kind of overwhelmed by their sex appeal. Sure, I've killed the occasional wasteland straggling women, but those weren't naked, weren't clean and their faces just begged for a shotgun round.

Fara's tits are barely developed. There's nothing special about her brown nipples and her caucasian skin tone or her long brown hair. She's wearing an improvised blue thong that wraps around her cunt, forming a prominent camel toe. She and Enokate are just as thin around the waist... so thin and vulnerable. Her face... Her face is pure beauty though. She has some complementing eyeliner and has very subtle, trimmed eyebrows. Her cunt is probably shaved too as I don't see any hair sticking out the sides of her sexy, covered pussy. She's playing with her blue thong, dragging it up and down, teasing me with peeks of her sweet and meaty cunt. I'd fuck her senseless, wait till she comes around then fuck her senseless three more times. I then remember Garl's words. He must hear them scream. He's chosen this as my last trial because he wants someone that can overcome his instincts. Someone that can kill and go against his natural urges. This will probably be the hardest thing I do, but I'll be damned if I let this challenge stop me.

"Fara...oh Fara. You're the most beautiful thing I've seen in this whole damn wasteland." I say as I push Enokate away. The damn cunt was trying to coil herself around my foot and unwrap my pants while I was hypnotized by Fara's delicate pink lips and sharp look.

"Oh...You'll get your turn too. Don't worry, my young lioness..." I tell Enokate after I close the door behind me.

I turn to Fara, who was fiddling with her hair and moving her hips in a circular motion, very suggestively.

"I see you have something big... coiling in your pants... I can help with that." she says, sliding her thong down to her knees.

A few steps later I find myself embracing the young, soon to be butchered Fara and grab her from around her nubile frame, moving her close to me. Our lips touch, a bit shy but then we begin to use our tongues. I rub myself against her and feel her ass with my hands. I give her a tight squeeze, then move my hands up, embracing her waist. I stop kissing her and my gaze lingers into her fine olive eyes.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGHHHHH! poor Fara begins to scream as I suddenly squeeze her waist very hard, bear hugging her and her delicate hands. Her screams quickly scare Enokate, but it is but a matter of seconds until I snap her spine like a twig around the lombar region and Fara reaches the apex of her beautiful, ear bursting scream. Lovely voice she has. Once done I toss her onto the bed that was in the room. She won't be able to move very effectively, if at all. Her legs won't work and her arms are broken. She'll wait in agonizing pain until I finish with the other two. I haven't really decided yet how she'll die, but I want her pretty face to be a statement to Garl - 'I can kill anyone, no matter how cute or sexy they might look.'.

By now Enokate and the other, tied up cunt, are completely frightened. They don't know what's up with me.

"Relax... I'm not here to kill you Enokate. Garl just wanted Fara to be punished really badly. Don't worry, she'll come around in a few days." I try to bullshit her, but words aren't really getting through.

Enokate is coiled up in a corner, her eyes pleading mercy. She's right to be afraid, but I don't want to fuck her while she's crying so I go kneel besides her. I place my hand over her beautiful blond hair and stroke her head as gently as I can, looking warmly at her.

"Sorry you had to see that Eno, it was part of Garl's request. You won't suffer the same fate." I say as I embrace and hug her tightly, her wrapped tits gently brushing against my armored vest.

She starts bursting into tears.

"You... *sob*...you'll either...*sob* beat me...*sob* or... *sob* kill me..."

Well, it seems she's smart enough to realize that.

I let go of her. I take a seat on the bed, near Fara who is still moaning from the pain and from time to time her pain peaks into scream. I stand and look at the ruined woman that's crying in front of me. She reminds me of a time when I was young and foolish....a time when I thought justice could exist in this world. Would the bombs have fallen if justice existed? Would the BILLIONS of people that perished in just a day still be around? Would these three women not have been captured, abused and now sentenced to die?

No. Probably not. Justice is just as empty a concept as God. People must make their own justice, or perish.

Enokate suddenly stops crying. Her eyes are bloodshot. Her grimace expresses terrible pain, but her look is a bit defiant. Her eyes tell me she's had enough of her misery, she wants release... to face her fate. She shakingly stands up and starts unwrapping the thin cloth that covered her torso. Disgust and anger begin to seep on my face. Enokate's body is beat up. Big ugly bruises cover her belly, tits and back. She also has quite a few cut marks across her body. She's been abused. A lot.

"Man like you did this to me..." she murmurs.

I remain silent.

"Go ahead..." says Enokate.

There's pause. A long and awkward pause.

"USE ME. ABUSE ME. KILL ME! GET RID OF ME, I'M JUST MEAT." she yells.

"Look. At. Me." I tell her in a very grave tone. She was now paying attention.

"I will give you ONE chance. ONE chance to escape your cruel fate."

"... Why? My life isn't worth anything to you. Those savages might even kill you if you defy their orders."

"I'll decide if you are worth anything to me or not. How many Khans do you know of?"

"There are 9 of them. That's how many I've counted coming to us and using us. Those... damn monsters..."

"6 of them. I've killed 3 of them as I entered the camp. My intention is to join them, but those 3 thought they could just rob me and then put a bullet in my head instead. My plan remains unchanged, but MAYBE, just MAYBE I can spare you. As you might have guessed, they asked me to kill the three of you as viciously as possible to prove that I am ruthless. I am a twisted man...I've killed and enjoyed killing things since I was a child. It was the only way to feel powerful that I knew of..."

I pause. Enokate is staring blankly at me, as if through me. She probably doesn't believe what I'm saying. Maybe she's shocked to realize what was to be her fate, or still could be.

"Blasted words. I'm not good with them. Enokate, I want you to prove to me that you want to live. Not like this, to be used and abused and then disposed of... to LIVE."

"You know...I used to 'live' BEFORE these brutes massacred my tribe and took me as a trophy. We got sick of them extorting food from us and fought back, only to be killed one after the other. My parents had their throats slit right in front of me... HOW COULD I... HOW CAN I BELIEVE THERE'S A CHANCE FOR ME!"

"You don't have to believe anything. You just have to prove your will to live by killing that other black woman that's tied up. Show me you want to take your life in your hands. If you do that, I'll try to help you." I say, handing her the knife that Garl gave me.

Her arms are still a bit shaky as she grasps the knife. She could try to attack me, but that's bound to end up badly for her. I trust she'll do the right thing... so I pull down my pants and turn to Fara. She's laying on the bed, reveling in excruciating pain. Her exposed, soft cunt still looks very inviting and beckons me for a fuck. In a matter of seconds I get hard and begin humping Fara's young, tight pussy. Her beautiful face is now contorted by pain and I can tell she doesn't get any stimulation from my throbbing cock massaging the walls of her sex canal. It'll probably be better for her if I end her life at this point. I take her head in my hands and look at her face, then at the rest of her nubile body as I fuck her harder and harder.

Crescendo. I begin to cum inside Fara's senseless cunt. As soon as my orgasm fades, I look at her one more time, then snap her neck, abruptly ending her life. I watch as the light fades from her gaze... a splinter of regret scratching my heart. I then pull myself out of her warm cunt and clean myself. I am going to present Garl with Fara and that other black cunt's head and demand I keep Enokate as my personal companion.

I turn around to see if she had dealt with the tied up slave. To my surprise, she had buried the knife in the side of the black cunt's throat. Blood was spraying over Enokate's body. She was shocked with what she just did. She was terrified by the gurgling sounds that the other woman was making. She was trying to breathe, but instead rivulets of crimson were now flowing from her neck, making their way down on her heaving chest. The black woman coughed blood a few times, then her head slumped ahead.

"You did good Enokate. I couldn't try to save you both. I'll take it from here." I say as I give her a tap on the shoulder.

She's still shocked by what had just transpired so I take her hand and lead her to the door. I tell her to grab a chair and wait there. She grabs a chair and leans back, staring at the ceiling as if to beg for divine forgiveness for what she just did.

I take the knife from the black woman's throat and proceed to decapitate her and then...Fara. I saw at their heads one by one until they are detached from the bodies. Their gazes are blank, their faces distorted with pain and suffering. I sheathe the knife, inject myself with two doses of Jet and one Psycho. What comes next isn't going to be easy to pull off, if at all.

I leave Enokate in the room as I make my way back to where Garl's den room. I open the door with my foot, in a theatrical show of strength. I hold the heads of the two in my hands, by the hair as I enter the room. I toss each head at one of Garl's bodyguards. They didn't have their weapons drawn so they catch the heads of the two former sex slaves. They look pretty frightened at the grisly sight.

"Excelent. EXCELENT." says Garl, clapping his hands.

"This is what I like. A man that can get things done, even the ugly things. And the third one...? " he inquires.

"I want to keep her as my personal... companion." I reply bluntly.

Garl's left eye twitches a bit as he stares at me.

"You have quite the nerve boy. Coming here... killing three of my men and now making demands from me..." he pauses. We have a stare down. I blink first so he doesn't get angrier than he already is.

"If you don't drag that bitch right here and slit her throat right in front of us, I'll kill you myself. THIS IS YOUR ONLY WARNING." he says in an ultimatum.

There's three men in the room, two of which don't have a gun in their hands and the third one is on the brink of exploding with rage. I take a deep breath.

*BOOM* *BOOM* I double tap Garl in the neck and one in the lungs.

The other guards immediately drop the severed heads and attempt to draw on me, but before they can finish their thought, I already popped a slug in each of their brains. I shot Garl so that he may be incapacitated, not killed. He's left trying to stop the bleeding of his neck with his hands. He'll last another 3-4 minutes surely if he does a good job. This leaves 3 other Khans alive in the vicinity. They must have been alerted by the shots and they'll surely come in guns blazing. I close the door of the room. There's a grenade on one of the desks in the room. I take it and then sneak outside the room through the window and crouch down. I listen as carefully as I can. Two pair of footsteps come closer and closer, then they open the door and enter the room. I pull the pin and toss the grenade inside. They don't have any time to react and are killed by the shrapnel from the blast. Taking out 5 khans proved to be quite easy, but I doubt I'd have the guts such risky decisions without being on Psycho.

I climb back inside the room and find the remains of a total of five. Well, seven if you count the shrapnel mutilated heads of Fara and the other cunt too. This still leaves one other Khan alive. I check my pistol to see if there's any ammo left. There isn't. I panic like a moron for a few seconds, then grab the gun from one of the dead Khans, problem solved. Just as I step outside the room to hunt for the remaining Khan, I am ambushed. Razor wire is put around my neck as I got snuck up on. It cuts pretty deep into my throat, almost cutting into my trachea, but I quickly grab the knife and cut the tendons of one of my attacker's arm. I am released and I turn around, seeing it's a she. A middle aged girl in a military outfit. I then tackle her head on and pin her to the ground. She tries to use her feet to strike me from behind, but I place the knife at her throat and she stops moving. Maybe she thinks that if she surrenders she'll have another chance of attacking me. I don't cut her throat...instead I stab her in her right lung with a vicious strike, penetrating her tit and cracking her ribs from the shear force. She lets out a vicious scream then begins to struggle. I stab again, putting another bleeding hole in her chest. I leave the knife inside and I restrain her hands as I watch her struggle. She slowly loses strength and begins to cough blood and gurgle on it. Her strength has now withered. I take the knife out of her chest and use it to cut off her clothes. She's barely conscious now, but she's still with me, so I use the chance to show her one more episode of excruciating pain. I plunge the knife in her cunt, cutting her vagina upwards, then her uterus and then her belly, essentially gutting her. I grab her entrails and fling them over her head, then spit on her face and get up. She'll die in a minute or two.

I planned to leave Garl alive so that Enokate would get a chance to make her own justice, buuut grenades don't do directed explosions, so he's now dead, with metal pieces stuck in his head. I stomp on it till it's but a pile of bone and brain, then leave the room.

I go to the back of the store and open the door.

*BOOM*

There's a loud bang as soon as I step inside. I look in front of me and I see Enokate. She has a smoking gun in her hands and it's pointed at me. I feel a sharp pain in my right lung...

It gets worse with each second.

A dash of red appears on my vest and shirt. I feel myself a bit dizzy and my strength is beginning to wane.

" Nooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo "

I hear her scream as I collapse to the floor. Her voice feels...soothing. I want to be closer to her... but I.... I...

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If anyone reads this story, please vote on what happens next:
A. I die there. (the story ends);
B. Enokate manages to save my life. (there will be more parts and adventures in this universe, containing snuff, but in a combat scenario);

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Regarding my other unfinished story, "Value", I'll probably finish it sometime. I don't like leaving stuff on hold, but I haven't really decided what turn that story should take.