Ceaser's

For someone who aided the Legion so much, with such prestige. Ceaser saw fit to make the Courier his personal ****. Though with his age, he couldn’t break her through physical means. She had survived the Mojave, he knew that all too well. If the Courier was to break; it would have to be through mind games. Ceaser ordered Lucius to rob her of senses. “Courier, you belong to me; your entire body belongs to me; therefore your access to your body belongs to me.” The Courier: stuffed with rags, was binded with her arms behind her back, her legs shackled, her eyes tightly secured by cloth, even her very own breath was restricted by the collar that warped perfectly around her neck. “I am not without mercy; I am beveloant to those who serve me with body, mind, and soul.” Angel resisted his word; though the continuous silence made her restless soul jittery. Days passed as Angel grew more **** for something to happen. Ceaser pouncing on opportunity; whispering in the ears of the Courier. “Cooperate with me and I will give you the great honor of cleansing my rod.” Angel remained silent, refusing his absurd offer; though she cracked about an hour later. Ceaser, having removed the gag off the Courier, plunged his “sword” in her mouth. Slaying her mouth, going deep into her throat. Angel being new to this crudely gave a blowjob. She was swiftly gagged and left in silence. Angel could hardly bear the silence that came with the peacefulness of the room. She craved action; despite her want to resist Ceaser, she could not resist her labido for action. She wiggled herself towards Ceaser, or where she thought he was. Ceaser made his move, “I see you wish to cooperate with me once more; but only if you perform better to please me, then I shall give you the great honor of cleansing my rod. Angel nodded in agreement, though her blowjob was not up to par. Dissatisfied, Ceaser threatened the Courier with inaction; a threat that Angel took seriously due to Ceaser being the only person to give her any action. Ceaser grinned, when the Couriers third attempt at a blowjob was an improvement, his plan was working. Ceaser's plan was to groom the Courier into willingly becoming subservient to him. It was working, though he was always vigilant; not letting the Courier’s progress regress. The following weeks contained a slow progression of the Courier degrading resistance. Day by day, the Courier became more primed to do the blowjobs that Ceaser requested; even becoming proficient. Ceaser execute the next part of his plan; following the routine of asking something that was slightly escalated activity, then getting her used to it, and depriving her of her growing “luxuries” should she grow too bold for his threats. Ceaser got her to perform sex, he got her to beg for Ceaser, and within the month he got her to serve him refreshment while being removed of some of her restraints. By the completion of his plan, the Courier remained submissive. Angel didn’t want to lose her knew found “freedoms” of which Ceaser could revoke with a snap of a finger. Angel one of the greatest warriors; now what was left was a mere ****, a mere rag covered not even a half of her body. Her arms and legs are loosely bound by rope. Her blindfold remained around her neck and the collar still remained tightly around her neck. Angel remained serving Ceaser with Arcade mentioning it. “Dominus, qui domino servit, servus est.” He said with scorn. Angel winced at Arcade, the words possibly getting to her; it was more the irony, that she had made this free man a **** when she who thought she was free was but a ****, that what got to her. And so the Courier who had come so far, now served the most powerful man in the Mojave; not as the Arm or the Eyes of Ceaser, but as a mere ****. She continued to serve Ceaser till his ****. Being fought over by the Legion Officers wanting her as a prize.

The End