A New Low (iridium248)

[As Day Fades]

(This is a roleplay based in the Borderlands world.)


Pandora... Few knew what it actually meant, where it stemmed from. Go through enough researchers, if you truly cared enough about such a desolate place, and you might find out that the junkyard of a world was long ago named after a mythological box from a forgotten planet. Dig even further - though, why would you? - and you might find the significance of the mythological item. Perhaps you'd get a kick knowing it. Perhaps there was a degree of morbid amusement in how even when this planet was first colonized that the people back then knew it would be a complete shithole, for they named it after a box which was said to contain every evil in the world: Avarice. Pride. Prejudice. Envy. Theft. Rape, and murder. It was said that this thing, this 'pandora's box' contained a shred of hope despite all of these evils, but anyone who had spent even a month on the planet, even a goddamn day, could see that if any such hope existed, it was simply for the agony of it then being taken away.

Pandora was a planet one person should never wish upon another.

Scale every inch of the place and you would find only two things: small colonies built of jagged sheet metal and rotten wood, settled in valleys and alcoves where the sandstorms weren't as bad, and endless stretches of wasteland. Wastelands of dirt and wild beasts, wastelands of rancid trash piled upon rancid trash; neither was realistically inhabitable. The only people you might even find in venturing out to such places, should you go mad, and should you luck into someone before you die, were bandits, savages of society who holed up in such places because they were so awful that not even a rival gang would put up with it to come and shoot them dead.

Why live in such a world? Because you were born here, and because there was no way out. There were no ships off of the planet, the galaxy well aware of the type of people living here and in the value in keeping them isolated. The planet was allowed to continue existing solely to serve as a garbage dump, rather than dump into space where a lightspeed ship might strike debris and go up in flames without even knowing it. So why come to such a place? That was often the question, the joke toward any new faces; the poor bastards had no clue they'd never be able to leave, did they? Oh well. Not like it really mattered. Most 'visitors' were skag food within their first week anyway.

"Well goddamn," Rade Zayben said with a laugh, middle-aged and bald, leaning forward on the counter of his sheet metal booth at the Circle of Death, a 'sport arena' in the Arid Badlands. He leaned forward in a heavy, sloppy slump, shameless in the fact that he didn't know the name, hell, eye, even hair color of the person standing in front of him, outside the booth. "They ain't anything great, but I can't quite remember the last time we had a woman out here." Her tits. He was staring at them, at Lilith's chest for the past few minutes, his eyes never bothering to rise above it. What were they talking about again?

"...Hm? Anyway, you saw my post over on the board, did you? Well, fine. Heh heh. It'll be a shame to see you torn to bits, but maybe if the pieces of you left over are big enough... A woman 'round here goes for quite a bit 'a cash, you know. Even half of one would fetch a nice price. Though I suppose it matters what half." Breaking his glance, an act that had only happened once or twice so far since the redhead approached his booth, Rade looked over about forty feet to the metal entrance of the arena. Once closed, it now raised as the cheering of the few dozen people inside gradually died down. "Heh... looks like they got 'im. Another sucker I don't gotta pay."

Back to the woman. "Anyway," back to her chest, "the standard going rate is four grand. You go in. Skags everywhere. They win, you get eaten alive and everyone has a laugh. You win, you get four grand. Very simple. Even a woman should be able to understand those rules." Smirking, he cast another look over to the now-open gateway into the arena. The skags, some quite large, could be seen in the distance being rounded up and ushered back into their pens. Back to her chest. "Though you bein' a female an' all is a rare treat, so I'm gonna go out and make you an offer for my customers." He looked down, eyes trailing her flat abdomen to her crotch and thighs. Then, an ever-wicked smile, he looked back to the woman's chest. "You take off that top 'n bottom, you manage to slay those shits in there like that, and I'll think about adding something to the prize to make it worth your while."

 

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You could call Pandora a festering heap of corruption, and you woudn't be far from the truth. The parched, arid lands were decidedly inhospitable, bleached dry by centuries of basking beneath the planet's merciless suns- The cloudless sky a blurred, rancid blue, doing absolutely *nothing* to stop the slow roasting of the endless plains stretching out beyond...Inhabited mostly by scags, mercenary gangs, and wretched, devolved subhumans. Those who could usually cowered indoors, out of the bleak, blistering sun- Those who *couldn't* didn't last too long.

Natural selection in action.

The armored security booth was a rusting hunk of metal, still solid, but sand-blasted and pitted as *everything* on this wretched planet, pornographic etchings and crude graffiti the only hint of color in the ramshackle Arena; Considering how short, brutal, and simply *ugly* life on Pandora was, the popularity of blood sports- As well as the up-and-coming Mad Moxxi's Underdome Riot- was depressingly clear- After all, the locals didn't have cable.

In sharp contrast to the booth's slovenly occupant, the woman standing before him- A rare enough sight- was absolutely smokin' hot. The killer curves of hip, bust and ass were only outlined by her tight leather apparel, her legs sheathed in tight leather jeans, battered from months of travails- A pink half-shirt exposing a tempting glimpse of navel and flat belly...

Lilith sighed, and snapped her gloved fingers, in a futile attempt to draw the man's eyes back *up*- God alone knew how many times the Siren had tried to keep his train of thought from derailing. She rolled those deep brown eyes in sheer exasperation, her vivid crimson hair a splash of color in the murk. The women on Pandora tended to be a *lot* like the men- Gritty, ugly, and crude, quickly swelling up from the day-to-day struggle of survival...Compared to them, Lilith looked like something out of a wet dream.

A low 'tsk' parted her lips, though her eyes betrayed a flicker of interest at the offered bounty; Rade's smirk, however, was what *really* decided her. Life on Pandora was like a pirahna tank- Show *any* weakness, any at all, and quite suddenly, they were *all* over you. Four *thousand* was a not-inconsiderable sum~ And she'd been spending the *last* few months running a series of equally bizarre, inane errands, back-and-forth across Pandora's rocky surface. This came as absolutely *no* surprise.

-In time, people *can* get used to anything. Or they die. See a pattern?

"Deal," Lilith purred, her voice low, husky, and acid-sweet; For a woman who claimed to gain her powers from crossing the 'Hotness Threshold', she sure wasn't shy about showing it off- Though the thought of walking out *there*, in front of hundreds of the worse kind of hyperactive degenerates, screaming for blood and carnage...It made her skin crawl. Still, her apple-red lips curled into a confident, beckoning smile...And scarcely had he finished, when there was the dry *rasp* of leather of skin as the Siren pulled her *tight* leather apparel off- Slithering out her shirt, her nimble fingers unclasping the belt fastening her tight-fitting jeans- revealing only her hot pink undershirt...And surprisingly lacy undergarments, clinging to her long, toned legs...

With a disdainful flick of her wrist, the lovely redhead rebuckled her bandoleer, the old, rusted- But still *entirely* lethal guns hanging from her webbing, as she bundled her clothes aside! Her feet, arched high on heeled boots, creaked as the Siren sauntered forward, heedless of the hot breeze on her bare skin- About to walk into the arena in little more than a tight-fitting shirt, and lacy black panties!

"Take a picture, cueball," she suggested, her full lips curling into a distinctly nasty smirk. "-It lasts *longer*." Without another word, Lilith sauntered right past him, with the sultry, hip-rolling gait that seemed second nature to her- To the roars of the crowd, as she walked out into the ring...Armed with a shitload of guns and a *very* bad attitude! He'd *better* have the money, she thought, darkly- ...Or I'll show that frig a whole new *world* of pain...

 

[As Day Fades]

That smirk on Rade's face widened, damn near seemed as if it'd wrap around the whole way as the redhead gave him quite the show. A man could get hard as a rock just listening to that, the sound of leather peeling from a woman's body, of her skin being revealed to the world. Having eyes simply made it all the more enjoyable.

He lifted up a hand as Lilith piled her clothes on the counter by where he leaned. Instantly the strip had brought cat calls from the numerous lowlifes hanging around the stand, some by a barrel, standing a ways behind, sharing a conversation of open admiration of the woman's tight ass. Another had been cheering her on, laughing and calling to 'see some pussy' from over by the vending machines - vending machines, vending out guns and medical kits of all things; what a fucking degenerate of a world. They wasted no time in verbally complimenting the woman, even started to approach her, but as Lilith finished her strip and gathered her clothes up onto the counter Rade halted them with a discreetly raised palm. No, fellas. Not now. This little chick's got a crowd to entertain.

"Good luck sweetheart," he called with a laugh as the Siren sauntered off - that ass! That ass in those black lace panties. You'd have to be begging for dick to willingly go around such a place like that.

When she passed the entranceway Rade turned to look to the other men, still that smirk. "I don't know about you fellas, but I'm gonna watch the show." Nods. Laughter. Grins. "Anyone think she'll make it? Bets now."

"No way!"

"Haha, four of five, maybe, but not clear it. Not with those rusted out shits."

"Make what, the round? Make me a sandwich is more goddamn like it."

"Amen to that."

The several layered thick sheet metal door slammed shut once Lilith was standing in the center of the dirt ring, sending up a small bit of dust on either side.

"Sounds like we should all grab some seats."

"I've never seen a bitch get eaten alive. Do you think it'll be hot when she screams?"

"Nah. That comes later, when I'm poundin' her."

"Her remains you mean."

"Tch, fine with me!"

"How about one of you goes ahead and makes her clothes disappear? This world, fucking bandits everywhere... It'd be a shame if she had to strut around like that permanently."

"I'm a fucking bandit!"

"Well then that works out perfectly, doesn't it?"

They all laughed.

Over in the arena there were roughly two to three dozen spectators; hardly enough for a blood sport, but a decent turn out for such a dingy shithole as this. Many were hooting, howling, and making otherwise lewd gestures and suggestions to the half-naked woman standing in the center of the dirt arena. The rest were chanting; 'Die!,' all of them. Laughter abounds. After a few long moments of wait, time enough to let the victim's courage falter, several gates opened up and a half dozen skags of various sizes came charging out.

Hundreds of sharp teeth. Drooling maws. Claws that could rip through sheets of steel. The gauntlet had begun.

 

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Skags come in several varieties. There are Skag Pups. Skag Whelps- Names which are deceptive, as they make the ornery creatures sound decidedly *less* lethal than they are; When your typical Skag is a three-jawed omnivore that eats *anything*, and yurfs out everything *else*, it's easy to see why they're native to Pandora- Anything less vicious simply couldn't hope to survive on a planet as barren, as blasted...

-Then you had those which spat acid, those which were so badly mutated, even by Pandora's standard, that a thick layer of chitin and bony growths bulged beneath an already *really* thick hide...About the only thing Skags *couldn't* do was fly, and that was simply because most of the aerial predators were just a lethal. That niche had already been filled.

The crowd had been indulging in whatever depravities it needed to turn them *all* into hyperactive, bloodthirsty monkeys- A thick *roar* of mingled lust and blood-hunger rattled the zinc roofing, calling out suggestions and lewd threats; They were literally *slavering* over the sight of the gorgeous Siren, sauntering oh-so-sexily into the crude ring...When they saw what she was *wearing*, those lacy panties and a lacier bra, beneath ammo belts and the webbing-straps of the rusty weapons Lilith had plundered from, well, all over the planet, the roar got only louder!

Lilith tossed her head back, vamping for the camera- "Ah, showbiz," she purred, in that smoky voice of hers, *entirely* aware of the eyes greedily devouring every inch of her lovely form...And of the skags, waiting to devour her, *too*. But literally. They *all* wanted a piece of her~ And the hot air *tingled* on her bare skin, as if to remind her how very, *very* exposed she was...Though with a brisk shake of her head, the lovely redhead squared her shoulders, reaching from her trusty combat rifle!

The gates screeched open, and the first of the skags came bounding hungrily past the bars- Those things were *always* hungry, triple-jaws gnashing the air for more, more, *more*...*Right* up to the point where the first bursts of fire stuttered from the weapon's molded barrel.

Literally fire. Apparently, somewhere, Lilith had found a gun that shot flaming bullets. She was using the same technique that'd served her so well in her travails across the surface- Backpedal like hell, shooting all the way, and start *dodging* like crazy! The first skag walloped over, as it took most of the magazine- The two rushing alongside it promptly split, peeling away to come at the woman from the sides, as the other three lead a hungry, slavering charge! One didn't make the leap- It tumbled over the flaming corpse of it's packmate, and the curvy redhead promptly gave it the last few shells in the magazine, just *because*! She'd taped them together, end-to-end, jungle-style...And those slim but strong fingers moved *fast*, as she snapped the empty one off, spun it around, loaded in another...

"Ugghhhhh!!!" And stumbled back, as one particularly canny skag raked her from behind! It's razor-sharp claws drew lines of fire down her back, slicing right *through* the straps of her black bra- Her rifle's stock bashed it right in the head, pitching it back...Right before the Siren crammed the Cobra halfway down the main maw! "-That's one *hell* of a mouth you got there, boy," Lilith gasped from between gritted teeth...She *squeezed* the trigger, and kept holding it, until fire and death ate the spasming creature out from within!

The crowd's cheers were deafening. They wanted blood- The skag pack *pounced*, all three of them at once, right for her...

-Now, on the bus, Lilith had met a trio of interesting characters. A sly little weasel of a man, with that equally mean hawk of his, who went for the eyes- And fingers, if it could- of anyone who got too close. A tactiturn soldier, who had a mobile turret- More like a bunker, really- he'd duck behind when there was shooting. And a big, big bruiser, who simply was *very* tough. No one likes being hit- A hot woman even less.

Lilith ducked, with a gasp, letting go of her weapon- Amateur mistake, right off the bat- And wasn't there to be hit. She went translucent, then transparent, and the skags met in midair...Right before a crackling wave of lightning swept over the skags!! The first two pitched over, then sizzled as a second sheet of chain lightning washed forth from the de-ghosting woman...Smelling like fried cockroaches, as they popped and *burst*, riling under the stuttering of pinpoint fire! The last one went for her *anyway*, and those sharp teeth *bit* at her, slashing a deep gash down her side...Only to feel a shotgun's snub-nosed muzzle press into it's jaw!

"Say hello to the disco for me," Lilith panted- And a buckshot blast hurled the thing's broken body against the wall! As the energy died from her, she slumped, just a little...Battered, bruised, and nicked countless times, in the brief encounter, her skimpy lingerie hanging off from her in tatters! She waved to the crowd, a sardonic little flip of her wrist...Then blew a wet, juicy kiss to them, bending over low and *deep* to really show them the goods! "Mmmm, thanks for a *great* night, boys~" the Siren cooed, with a brisk shake of her head...Looking absolutely gorgeous as she stepped daintily over the blackened bodies.

That bastard better have the money.

 

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They cheered. That was an understatement. Most fights that happened around these parts saw the brave - or often, desperate - fool of a competitor finish his first clip only to be torn apart while trying to load in his second, even to his dying breath. Most fights, on that note, did not last very long, so one like this, one with lightning and flames and other flashy moves, were indeed a rare treat. Add to that that Lilith was a woman. Add to that that Lilith was a hot woman. Add to that that she not only was doing it in her underwear, but that her bra had been cut some during the fight and her round fucking globes were hanging free... You had something each would be telling their buddies about for months to come. You had a crowd that was cheering and whistling as loud as they knew how.

"Well screw me sideways," Rade said with a sigh, a sigh mixed with a slight twitch in his face. "That twat. What the hell! I haven't paid anyone in weeks! She broke my streak!"

"That's only four grand though," came one of his friends,three of them sitting together in the stands. "All the bets people made... now those are gonna hurt ya!"

"haha And don't forget the special whatever it was you promised her for gunnin' in there lookin' like a skank!"

"I ain't promised nothin'!"

"Eh?"

"I told her I might, that I'd think about it."

"haha That's cold man."

"You think she'll be pissed?"

"Might not even remember."

"You two start cleaning up those skags," Rade said as he stood, hands on his knees as he ascended. "I'm gonna go see to business."

"The hell do we look like?"

"Like two freeloaders who I didn't charge for their seats." Casting them a glance, "Now get to work," Rade stepped forward, down the stadium-style benches. Bent in certain parts, rusted in others, they served their purpose well enough. "Now what in the hell," he muttered to himself as he descended, walking along the platform past the crowd, "am I gonna do with her... That wasn't no fight. This chick's the real deal. I ain't payin' her to go in there again and slaughter the beasts up." Looking around as he walked, as he descended the shaky metal stairs to the dirt, Rade raised an arm to run a palm over his bald head. "Hm... Well, there is that... heh... She did get undressed pretty easy... Probably wouldn't be very hard to convince her..."

Bestiality. Was she the type of gal? All were if the money was right.

He hadn't had a woman willing to do this in awhile. Two years, it felt like - and Pandora's years were long

Rade disappeared to a back area for a few minutes while the crowd continued to cheer, heard well enough here as it could be anywhere. Two huge, steroid-pumped bruisers sat on folding chairs behind the bleachers, a deck of cards and a rickety table between them, shotguns at their sides. Rade passed them to reach the safe a few feet beyond, a rusted iron box on top of a crate on top of the dirt. He pulled the handle open, not bothering to twist the knob at the front as the lock hadn't worked in some Thus, the pair of shotgun-wielding bruisers. One thousand, two thousand he counted... three thousand... four. He set that on top of the safe. One, two he counted again, three and four. Five and six. Combining the two handfuls, he exited out and walked back to the arena with ten thousand cash in hand. The bets for and against the Siren would be dealt with later. Right now he wanted to get down to business, to take advantage of the crowd's excitement while the iron was hot.

"Here you go," he said as he tossed the four grand at Lilith's feet, having approached her out in the middle of the arena. The damn diva was still soaking it in? He snickered as the money exploded in every which way, having nothing to tie it together so the paper fluttered about at her feet. Maybe she'd put on a show while picking it up. "Pretty nice job out there." Rade's eyes scanned her as they stood there, out in the arena. What a piece of ass. And the sliced up bra didn't hurt none. The blood trickling down her back and side weren't an especial fetish of his, but they weren't a turn-off either.

"There's your four thousand in cash, like we agreed. And I was thinkin', you know it ain't often we get someone like you out here. Interested in putting on a show of a different sort, any chance?" He held up the pile of six thousand, held it up but still close to him, letting Lilith see but not touch. "You get on your hands and knees, get rid of the rest of what you're wearin', and we let a few skags pump 'n pound you 'til there's none left that want a go. These guys pay me to watch. I pay you to perform. And you suddenly got ten instead of four."