This is a rewrite of Prove Yourself Ruthless, which I didn't finish because I wasn't in my area of comfort or interest writing a wasteland adventure follow up with Enokate.

"Khans Shenanigans: ‘Prove yourself ruthless!'"

(Fallout Universe, f+, noncon, snuff, torture, breast skinning, decap)

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There is a menacing silence in the room. Garl is staring at me, seizing 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. Not in this situation.

"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 kick some serious ass." I say half shitting my pants, half bluffing courageous.

"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 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, motioning 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 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 two 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...but 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 says, handing me the large serrated hunting 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 finger 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 two unsuspecting sluts. I put the knife in the interior of 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 pale rays of afternoon flood my vision through a window in front of me, almost blinding me after my eyes having accustomed to the dark corridor before.
“Hey there, handsome! I haven’t seen you before, come to relax a bit?” a high-pitched voice shifts my attention.
To my left there’s this tiny little creature, barely over my shoulder height. She’s butt naked and dancing on a pole that looks like it originally held a punching bag. Her petite body would definitely make a fine substitute for it. She probably sprang into action as soon as she heard the knob turning.

“Wow… wow… wow… It must be pretty hot in here.” I say mischievously to her, noticing her glistening sweaty skin.

She giggles like a little mouse and twirls around the bar one more time, squeezing her tiny and pointy tits with the free hand. I feel an animalistic urge to beat her savagely, but for now I calm myself.

My gaze is shifted by a whistle. To my right, there’s a young nubile tribal girl - standing on some old dirty mattress. She’s on her knees, her hands mingling with her splendorous body. She’s very beautiful for a savage – a finely carved face with brown eyes, long straight hair and supple body, equipped with generous breasts. She’s not more beautiful than the shackled girl, but a definite second. Without a word she starts crawling towards me, letting her perfect tits dangle in front, almost hypnotizing me. If only I had my .50 AE with me, I’d shoot those milk makers right off her.

“Alright ladies. We’re about to have some fun.” I say, locking the door behind me and putting the key in my vest.

I go straight to the petite girl and taking her by the hand, bring her together with the busty tribal.

“You two can start playing. I’ll get ready. “ I don’t even finish my words and the savage is already embracing the petite stripper and they start kissing. I can’t really imagine why they’d be so horny, but it doesn’t bother me seeing cattle in heat.
I go around the room a bit to see what I could use to have a bit of exercise with the tiny one. To my relief, I find plenty of dirty rags in a corner and even a pair of handcuffs that Garl and his gang probably use to bind the girls. First, though, I ,myself have to get rid of the shackles of lust.
My member begins to swell, seeing as the two little morsels mingle with each other on the bed. They’re kissing and masturbating, bodies interlaced. It’s a real damn shame I can’t fuck them at my leisure and execute them at my whim. I could sure use a minigun right now to blast their fragile bodies with endless showers of lead – to tear flesh off their bones and see a red fog rise from their sieved carcasses. A flame thrower to burn those cunts alive and bask in their agonizing screams. That wouldn’t cook them very well though.
I stop fantasizing and lose my pants, throwing them in a corner. Next thing I know I’m right in bed with the black tribal riding on my dick while the stripper sucks my balls. The two of them do a great job together and for a brief moment, I think it would be best to just take out Garl and his gang and run away with these sex slaves all for myself – but that would be an unjustifiable risk. For now, I will enjoy the moment – leaning against the end of the bed with two sexy girls working on me. The tribal is very tight and her toned body moves fluidly, up and down… up and down, bringing wave after wave of dopamine to my little dumb mind. I reach forward and drag her down so we can kiss. She’s kind of pretty for a savage.

“You’ve got great tits. I’ll take them after this.” I say to her, my eyes locked on hers, but she just smiles, not understanding. I love her obliviousness. She probably thinks I just said something sweet to her.

I stop squeezing and tugging at her soft tits and bring my hands around her neck. I start gently applying pressure, feeling her every heartbeat. I begin pounding harder and harder, squeezing her harder and harder. Her pulse goes up and a sliver of fear appears on her reddened face as I squeeze her slender neck hard. Her hands have left her pussy and are attempting to undo my grip, yet she can’t really do anything. Her cunt tightens even more around my throbbing shaft as her struggles get violent. Squeezing the life out of this nubile young tribal gives me a rush unlike any chem I’ve taken. Before she passes out I come inside her virile young pussy, spurting all that I’ve got inside her cervix. I release the pressure on her neck and she gasps – visibly relieved. I unmount her and toss her to my side, so she can catch her breath, after all I need her to scream loud enough so Garl can hear me doing my job. I pet her head, parting her hair to the side and give her a long soothing kiss, before slapping her tits as a sign of temporary goodbye.

The stripper girl is sitting propped on her elbow on one side, looking at me curiously. I jump off the bed and grab a long rag and the pair of handcuffs from the nearby drawer.

“I hope you don’t mind some little restraints… “ I say, smiling at her so that she’s not startled.

“As long as you’re not too rough.” she says, smiling back and tugging at her slippery nipple.

I don’t say any other thing, but I cuff her and use the rag to tie her feet together. She’s now a punching bag that just needs to be attached. I massage her tiny and fragile body with my worked hands and imagine just how easily she’ll break from the blows. I move with my lips and tongue around her exposed and shaved cunt, teasing her clit a bit. I then lift her off the bed and go to the upside-down L shaped bar. It’s perfect. The bar has a notch at the end that will prevent her from falling or escaping once she’s attached. I quickly mount her on the bar. She’s in a quite uncomfortable position as her whole body hangs from her tiny wrists, swinging a few centimeters off the floor. I grasp her delicious ass and lift her up so I can penetrate her pussy, but it seems my member isn’t ready yet. Guess I’ll take care of the tribal first, then come back to her – she’s not going anywhere.
Stripper prepped and ready and tribal catching her breath on the bed. We’re all set to rock and roll.

I get back to the bed and gaze at the luscious black body of the tribal in all it’s naked glory. Seeing her semen dripping pussy and her spread apart cunt lips I know what must be done. As she’s still catching her breath, her hands are crossed across her chest and clasped around her neck. I take out my serrated combat knife with a swift, yet smooth motion that doesn’t alert my prey as to what’s about to happen. I stand by her side.

My left hand grabs both her hands and holds them down on her throat, but not so much that she can’t breathe. Without warning I press the edge of the cold steel blade between her pussy lips. She gives me a look of sudden panic, before quickly opening her mouth in a loud scream as I drag the blade along, ravaging her sex and mauling her clit. The other one is quickly alerted at the sound and begins agitating like cattle seeing one of their brethren getting culled, sensing the impending danger. I move the hands of the savage down on her collarbone, so I can restrain her with proper force without choking her. It would be lame not to let her lungs do their job. A few more sawing moves across her outer venison season the cunt with endorphins.

It’s time to do her inside too. I give her womb a little caress with the tip of the blade, drawing a horizontal line across – from ovary to ovary. I look at her sobbing face as she thrashes about helplessly, then jab the knife right into her egg – causing an unimaginably loud shriek of pain. Delighting in her torment, I saw with the blade towards the other side of her cervix, opening her cunt up. If I were to fuck her now, I could probably stick my member out through her new bloody crevice. Her cock riding days are done for though. Having looked mostly at her anguished face, I didn’t really notice all the red that her cunt has leaked onto the already dirty mattress. Guess we’ll have to get a new one of that too.
I reposition the blade so that it can penetrate her like a cock would. With each savage thrust her sex is sent further into oblivion. Her body will probably be cooked and served in a feast of triumph on the next slave raid, so I begin sawing towards her belly, eviscerating the black beauty. I only stop once I puncture her diaphragm, causing her to wheeze like a dying animal as her lungs aren’t getting properly compressed. I watch as she steadily looses steam and her screams grind to a halt, life seeping away from her beautiful face.
She doesn’t really struggle anymore and so I grab her bountiful right breast and give it a proper squeeze, but it doesn’t really prompt any reaction from the dying tribal. I bring the knife closer to her mammary and insert the tip at the base of her breast, just enough to cut into the skin. Carefully angling it at about 45 degrees from her tit, I begin cutting. Throughout the minute it takes me to complete the circular cut around her tit, the tribal barely moves. She is losing blood quite rapidly and can only breathe using her rib muscles. As I finish the cut I look into her eyes – there’s an unnerving calm that doesn’t really match the contortions on her face. Her pretty face and overall amazing body make me believe the Khans are making a mistake with culling these women, but that’s not really my problem. I take her remaining glorious fat bag into my sight. Her skin is soft and gives way to the blade very fast.

Putting the knife away, my hands now grasp her big udders. I begin squeezing and turning them from side to side, tearing the skin loose. As I do this, I check up on the stripper girl – she seems to be in quite a lot of pain due to her restraints. Her greasy hair and dumb looking face really make me want to punch her to death, but I’ll get to that in a moment. The skin on the tribal’s tits is finally pretty loose. I grab her by the nipples. A quick yank up as if to open a chest and her tits are now skinless. Looking at the exposed and bloody fat of her tits feels weird. I resolve to put the skins away for now. I’ll need to salt and tan them if I want to make a pair of shoulder pads.

Seeing the tribal is either dead or passed out, I shift my gaze towards the little dangling damsel that’s on the other side of the room. I sense an immediate desire to harm this little creature so I grab the knife and head over. Her fear is palpable, as is my lust for her to suffer. Of the two, I won’t lose any sleep over sacrificing this one. I place my empty left palm over her exposed slender neck, feeling her pulse.

Every passionate act, be it one of love or hate, has to have some foreplay.

“No. No. No…. PLEASE NOOO…” she begs seeing me grabbing the knife.

I begin caressing her mellow small tits with the blade.

“P-p-please d-don’t do this…. I…I…” she begs.

I press the tip into her right breast, above the nipple.

“Aaaaaargh… please stop!” she screams as I push the blade deeper into her soft tit.

“Alright. I’ll stop playing with the knife.” I tell her and drag the knife to me, slicing through her nipple on its way out.

I look at her gushing wounded tit for a second then slap it hard, making it bounce like crazy. I’m broken from my hypnosis by the little cunt’s screams. It’s a good thing I tied her feet together, because she can’t really try and kick me in the nuts while I torment her. I grab her soft appendage and begin squeezing as hard as I can, from below. Her tit deforms and begins to pour out through the vertical cut that stretches from the top of her tit to her nipple. It’s pretty gross, yet oddly satisfying to squeeze all her tit fat out, while she screams and begs me to stop. Finally, once I’m done squeezing, I use the knife to cut out the fat and throw it over in a corner. Now the stripper’s right tit looks like a gruesome deflated ball. I place my fingers into the wound and tear off the rest of her tit, prompting yet another serendipitous low pitched scream.

Seeing that her scream drags on for way more than it should, I sucker punch the skinny weasel right in the gut, prompting her to exhale and hunch over. Punching her soft flesh feels pretty good on my hard knuckles, so I give her left tit a well placed hook, followed by a kick straight into her exposed cunt. The hanging human punching bag is better than a stationary punching bag. With each hit I unleash upon her, she gives me audio feedback and spasms like a humpty dumpty back and forth. After a few more punches to her tit and belly, I give the little shit some rest.

“W…why… why are you doing this? Why… Please… don’t… Please….” She sobs, lifting her head up to look at me.

“Your only use is sex. You’ve been used that way for two months now. You’re expired.” I tell her

“Wh-wh-what….No… That’s not true. I was captured just a few weeks ago… I… “ she starts explaining, but I cut her words down with a jab in the face, bloodying her nose and loosening some teeth.

“Phhleazee…. I…I’m juzt a working girl from up nolth…. I… just wanted ta get ta New Leno… Pleeeeeeeeaze!” she starts wailing again.

“Kid… even if that’s true. I just don’t like your face.” I tell her, then place a powerful kick into her gonads.

I continue my onslaught with a flurry of punches to her remaining tit and belly, with the occasional boot up her cunt and jab in the face. I take a break to wipe off my sweat as I notice she’s coughing blood, a sure sign that her internals have been tenderized and her ribs are skewering her lungs. I notice she has some pretty nice muscles on her legs and buttocks. She’d make a fine steak. Looking back to her face, I notice she’s all dizzy from the hits, wheezing heavily while shaking her head slightly. I’m pretty sure I could cave in her skull with a few more hits. I could also snap her back or neck, but that wouldn’t be as much fun. If only I had a sledgehammer… or a flamer… a ripper knife… Ah well, I guess my hands will suffice.

Time to finish her. I grab the knife in my right hand and hold her head upwards, locked in place. The sight of the dagger causes visible dismay on my subject’s face. Before she can react, I plunge the dagger into her neck, from the side – right through her jugular, prompting a crimson spray when I pull it out. I plunge the knife again, this time further back. I luckily hit where I wanted, as I see her body going stiff and stopping it’s jerking. The cold and cruel steel has severed her spinal cord. I plunge the dagger a few more times into her neck, then slice from cut to cut. A little bit of tugging and voila – her head pops off. A grisly bloodied head that would make a perfect wooden pike ornament. I look at the detached head’s still and beady eyes and reminisce at how it looked just a few minutes ago, but it’s not particularly interesting. I toss it on the bed, near the tribal’s carcass. These two I’ve culled would probably feed the entire gang for a week or more, if they’re properly cooked. I do wonder about that two months thing Garl told me, but that’s irrelevant now.

I finish my job by gutting them both and then beheading the black beauty. Her cute face and warm lips could still be of service in matters of releasing lust. I leave their mauled bodies on the bed and take with me only their heads, that I will present as proof.

“Welcome aboard, kid!” are Garl’s only remark as I present him the grim trophies.

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The girls I've based my characters on:
The busty tribal (Nia Nacci) - http://instantfap.com/post/710689
New Reno stripper(some camgirl) - http://instantfap.com/post/704562