Another Raid With Two Fine Specimens

It took a few days to find a juicy target but they did. Madeline's band had spotted a small caravan that seemed to have already been beset by brigands. Perhaps the Khans or their fellow Powder Gangers, Madeline didn't know. But the group traveling toward a small settlement known as Goodsprings was ripe for the taking.

The caravanners were weak, many of their hired guns wounded or killed by the previous attack that left them bloodied.

{if Ganger Reputation >= 50} The attack went off well with only a few of their own Powder Gangers killed. Madeline's men were eager and her reputation as a leader had grown. {endif}

{if Ganger Reputation <= 49} The attack went better than expected. They took casualties but the Powder Gangers were able to overcome the caravan thanks to the faith the were starting to put into Madeline. {endif}

The Powder Gangers made camp on the very spot that the Caravan had, using their tents and carts as shelter from the night. They had come out pretty good and the loot was being divided. Among the booty of the attack were a few old and weathered women, hags only the lowest Powder Ganger would want to ravish. Besides these there were two other individuals who stood out.

A tall well built man who had a gash over his eye, a sign he must have taken a butt-stroke or club to the head. He was near Madeline's age but with a few extra years.

A young woman was also there. A red head with pale skin, an oddity in the wastes. She was supple and her figured full. She had been handled relatively lightly. A few of the Powder Gangers groped her breasts and ass. One man spanked her as they brought the two fine specimens in front of Madeline and Tack.

"Well well well." Tack said moving up to the woman and sliding her hand along her arms and down her hip as she walked around her, his hand moving to her ass.

"Now that is one fine piece of ass." he said, slapping the woman's ass adding emphasis.

"Yes the two are worth a lot." Madeline said eyeing the two up.

"What should we do with them?" Tack asked, staring lustily at the woman.

Madeline knew that the men needed to be appeased in some way. Her tent, and her influence was only strong enough to command that one of them be brought into her tent.

She was faced with a dilemma.

She could take the woman into her personal tent, claimed now as a spoil of war. This would certainly upset the men who were eager to have some sport.

She could take the handsome man into her tent. It had been a while after all...The men might talk...but even bad gossip can mean reputation.

Whoever was left outside the comforts of her newly acquired tent would face some torment or another. The woman would undoubtedly be ****--though not killed. The man battered and bruised, weakened into such a state that he might be pressed into service.

She had some important decisions.