Borderlands Porn Story: Gaige’s story

Gaige sat there, keeping her head low as she blasted on the horn once more, someone was yelling in the background, and gunshots could be heard. One voice began to shout though, and the entire area went silent. It was Flanksteak. There was no real doubt about that.

“It’s wun erv ‘ur boys! Le’ em in!” The gate slowly descended, gaige smirked beneath her mask, “Don’t worry Roland, I’ll get you out in no time.” The thought flashed through her head, however there was a new problem. There was no way she could drive in inconspicuously, there was a giant chain blocking the gate to the point where a vehicle wouldn’t be able to enter, only enough for a person to squeeze through, she sighed and glanced behind her before nodding and hopping out of the bandit technical. Immediately more screams could be heard. “We been fukken tricked! Arm up you lazy cunts, we’ve got fresh meat to kill!” Gaige dashed to the wall and quickly pulled out a small machine gun, loading a clip in and shouting to be heard above the noise. “Deathtrap! Rip ’em up!”

Deathtrap didn’t need to hear any more commands, he rose up from the back of the Technical and hovered forward with immense speed, it’s claws tearing through psychos, nomads and midgets. Gaige rouned a corner and began opening fire on any lucky enough to avoid deathtraps claws, wiping out the front gate with ease. Flanksteak screamed once more, cursing up a storm. “You useless bunch of fucking shitheads, I’m gonna rape all’a ya fukken corpses, using y’er blood as lube! Good-for-nothing cockguzzlers, Bad Maw! Fuck ‘er up, shes all yours! The corpse too!” Gaige’s brow furrowed, she spun around in time to see a giant, badass nomad leaping from the bridge and landing infront of her, swinging a shield round to block Gaiges range, and showing off three captive midgets. The screams of the midgets were nearly enough to drown out the sound of deathtrap spinning, nearly. Before Bad Maw could even say anything, Deathtrap had taken his head from his torso ripping through the thick armour like a plasma cutter through warm butter.

Gaige immediately lowered her weapon, grinning. “I should build you another arm, just for high-fiving! Now, Rolands stuck in here somewhere, this is gonna be sweeeeeeet! Go in and cut up anything you see!”

…

Minutes passed, the sounds of gunshots, screaming and blood being spilt filled the halls and could even be heard out by the gate. Gaige dropped her machine gun, a sniper now in her hands. She shot wide the first time and caught a bullet with her shoulder, she yelped as she was knocked back by the impact. Thankfully the shield had saved her from actually getting injured, but god damn that thing was like being kicked by a bullymong on steroids. A psycho screamed wildly, his torso covered in blood and his helmet ablaze, he backflipped out from seemingly nowhere and landed on the downed Gaige, a large sharpened metal pole in his hands, he screamed something about a meat-bicycle and raised it above his head. Gaige was too busy frantically trying to kick him off to bother listening, but just before the blade could be lowered he was no longer on top of her. Well, he wasn’t on top of her in one piece. Deathtrap had skimmed by, cutting the psycho into four with a single swipe. Gaige began shaking her head frantically as she crawled backwards, the psychos blood covering her in thick splurts, her face, her hair, her leggings, her shirt, everything was red, heavy and sticky. She slapped herself in the face and jumped to her feet, picking up her sniper again and shooting towards a nomad that was slowly waddling her way. His eyeball blew up like it was packed with explosives and he dropped like a sack of skagmeat before she could turn to the next target. She clicked the trigger and the gun *clicked*. She dropped it in a frenzy, pulling her auto-pistol out and trying to shoot with that… Again, a *click.*

She dropped her guns and dived behind a small pile of corpses and rubble as a rocket was fired her way, the rocket smashed into the wall, showering her with dust and a chunk smashing ontop of her right leg, she screamed in pain as she began to heave the stone off of her, she whimpered as she pulled herself up, limping on her leg now. She tried to call for her deathtrap to keep her safe, but before her mouth could even open she saw it. 

In the corner of the room, a robot lay down, oil spilling out and it’s torso scattered amongst the place, death-trap wont be saving her, she had no guns left, no ammo, and there were bandits slowly circling in on her… Guns were placed haphazardly on the floor, but she was aware that if she made a dash for one her head would be taken off in a single shot from any of the many people now close to her. Gaige fell to her knees, grimacing from the paint in her right leg and said weakly. “I… S-surrender…”

There was no response, none that she could hear. Someone had snuck up on her and smashed her in the back of the head with the butt of their rifle and she had fallen unconscious. 

Her eyes fluttered open, her head stung and her body felt sore. She stll couldn’t fully feel her leg, and yet most troublingly, she couldn’t move her hands. They were… Tied? “Oh god, whats going on.” – The thought wizzed around her head, begging for an answer. “Yeah! We got that little fukken cunt who killed half our men, shes in a cell right now… Yeah she’s not fucking dead, do you think I’m an idiot? No, shes not near Roland… Actually, with what we’re gonna do maybe we should mover her so he can see… Heh… Heheheh…” The voice was unplaceable, one of the many bandit-goons, but the final part of what he said horrified her, she had hoped… No, she didn’t even know what she was hoping for when she surrendered, was she really dumb enough to believe the bandits would give her a quick death, BANDITS of all people? No. She wasn’t that lucky, she struggled with the binds around her hand but there was nothing she could do. She had failed, Sanctuary is screwed without Roland, Handsome Jacks going to win, and it’s all because she couldn’t take on ONE stronghold on her own? She’d just doomed all of pandora, and she knew it too… Her train of thought was cut short by a key being rattled. Her cell door was being opened by someone, but why? What are they going to–… “Oh no…”

She rotated her body to turn towards the cell-invader, and her eyes widened, she slowly began to sob. It was a bandit, one hand in his pants on his dick, the other holding a pistol, the pistol was now aimed at Gaiges head. “Listen’… You dun’ killed a lot of my friends today, and alot of my friends friends… So we needs us someone to… Repopulate with, heh. Heheh. Be a good girl and fight it now, ya’ hear? I like a screamer, we ALL like screamers…”

There he stood, above her. She knew he’d be grinning underneath that mask. Was it really going to happen? The thought of being raped at the hands of these savages repulsed her, she shuddered just trying to comprehend what was happening to her. Surely she didn’t deserve this? Sure she had killed five… Twenty? Uh, countless amounts of bandits, not to mention the few dozen just around the stronghold. Shit, maybe she’d made a mistake with everything, if only deathtrap didn’t kill that little… Ugh. “Oi ya fuken slut, stop thinkin’ ’bout stuff ‘nd look at whats gonna be y’er new bes’ frien’!” The bandit practically screamed in an ecstatic tone, he yanked his pants down and his erect member jumped to attention. She’d never really seen one before and wasn’t entirely aware of what she was expecting to see… But were they supposed to be that small? It couldn’t of been bigger then her thumb and wider than two of her fingers, she struggled and fought with the urge to giggle, however her face betrayed her and showed the hints of a smirk. This, for some reason, seemed to en-rage the psycho. He screamed.

He surged forward screaming all the while and Gaige, as defensive as she was simply flinched and curled up into a ball, repeatedly muttering “No… no no no… No no no no no!” *Fppptpt*. She was dragged out of her own little world from a spurt of blood and the unmistakable sound of a revolver firing, she risked a glance upwards and saw the would-be killer/rapist twitching in a pool of his own body, but more interestingly was the giant gaping hole where his right nipple should be, he was shot no doubt— and that means theres a shooter probably aiming at- OH GOD. She tried to jolt upwards but failed, the cuffs attached to the small bed-like area she was on, her arms yanked her back into a sitting position and she smashed her head against the crumbling brick wall, she groaned heavily as she faded into unconsciousness once more.

She awoke to blurred vision and a head-ache pounding hard enough to rival Handsome Jacks drills, the first thing that caught her attention was that she was not alone in the room, she could barely see as she was, but there were a pair of feet, and… Blood… It flooded back into her brain as if someone had just blown up the dam holding it back. She was in trouble, surely? She shook her head and immediately regretted it, the pain ricocheting through her mind and demanding her to submit to it. However, her eyes got the message and the blur cleared, in the position she was in, and strangely enough she was now on a chair, didn’t allow her to see much, wait, was she upside down? Oh, definitely. She could see the outlines of a head, and above that a bloody light-bulb making the features un-reachable for her. A much less gruff sounding voice stabbed through the silence, this voice was much less gruff than the first and spoke with a tinge of concern.
“‘Ere, lets get you up off that floor. Who knows who dun’ got shot in ‘ere right?” He laughed at his own joke, but then realized he was the only one and cut himself off subconsciously. Gaige felt her world tilting as he lifted her chair up like a feather, she blinked twice and only saw a door, however the haze cleared again and she could finally see where she was, she glanced to her left and right anxiously but still could not see the “guest” in her room, this worried her more than the fact that there was a god knows-what acting relatively nice to her in the same room where she was threatened with rape, probably death, and also a murder in less than ten minutes. Once more, the voice stepped up and cleared the fog of silence.
“‘Elo ‘luv, now we gots us some interestin’ predicaments on our ‘ands, right? You’s a pretty thin’, I’m a lonely guy, les meet each other in the middle, righ’? Look I’ll be blun’, you gons get fucked one way or the other today, and there’s no real gettin’ out, so why figh’, righ’? Save tha’ energy for pleasin’ the… Assorted others that are gonna wanna’ taste of ya!”
The whole up-front part of his little speech shook her to the core, her head dropped and she whimpered quietly, her mind processing all of this. “It’s not real. It’s not happening. This isn’t happening. This CAN’T be happening…” 
“Well uh, I guess I’ll star’ us up then, ‘eh? No time like the present!”

She could hear him from right behind her, he was practically talking into her ear, but now she knew he was walking into view, she could hear his footsteps. The bastard was taking his fucking time on purpose and she didn’t care. She was praying for something to come out of nowhere and just put her out of her misery… Maybe if she fought him enough he’d use that gun of his..? But what if he’s not even the shooter? What if he’s just some random-bandit? The footsteps have stopped, is that bad?
“‘Ey, sugartits, look at me.” Suddenly, his voice was overcome with pure rage. “DID YOU NOT HEAR ME? LOOK. AT. ME.” He was screaming in her face, but before she could even lift her head it seemed as if his hand was doing it for her. He gripped Gaiges throat and forced it back, causing her head to lull backwards and stare up at him. As soon as she saw him he let go, however what she saw was… Uncommon, she couldn’t think of any other words.

He was shirtless, wearing a pair of tattered and ripped shorts with long-faded writing on the side, there may of been pockets but now it just had holes on the sides, he was muscular all-round. His arms were huge compared to his relatively small hands, and you could even see the tendons on his neck. Well-built didn’t really fit it enough. She silently thought as she gazed in semi-wonder. “Maybe he wont even need to shoot me… He could… Probably snap me like a toothpick.” The thought did nothing to soothe her mind, and the fact that he was so strong? How could she fight while cuffed AND against a guy three times her size with no deathtrap or weapons? She was screwed, and very soon she would be in the literal sense too. Any trace of kindness or “gentleman” like behavior had vanished from him, he was a being of pure rage and lust. Gaiges petite form sitting in front of him like this, her leggings with their assorted tears and her tight-fitting shirt stained with blood, even her face was still a pale crimson from before. He was like a bolt of lightning, on her before she was aware he had even moved. His hand went straight up her skirt and grabbed at her panties, ripping them off as if they were nothing more than air itself. She shook on the chair with all her might and only received a sharp smack across the cheek as a reward. “LISTEN THE FUCK UP CAUSE’ I AIN’ GONNA SAY IT AGAIN’. YOU EITHER GE’ FUCKED BY MY DICK, OR BY MY PISTOL. BE FUCKIN’ WARNED, MY GUN HAS A TENDENCY TO FIRE RANDOMLY YOU STUPID FUCK. IS. THIS. CLEAR.” Thankfully he was still wearing a mask, otherwise she was certain she’d be coated in saliva right now, she gave up a meek nod in return, her cheek was on fire and it was hurting something fierce, the abuse to her head did nothing to alleviate the head-ache. A hand was on her skirt and ripping it downwards whilst his other was at the base of her shirt, he grabbed her chest and pulled a hand-full of shirt away, he twisted and threw his arm back and the front of the shirt came with it, only tatters remained around her hips. Bras were a luxury unheard of on pandora, so her chest and nether regions were exposed. Her cheeks went a deep, dark shade of crimson barely noticeable besides the blood-stains. He’d paused, why had he paused? Wait, was he taking down his… 

He glared towards her, the eyes visible through the mask and mysterious. But more importantly was what he had just done, he now stood there without a pair of shorts to cover his genitals, and it was like there was someone living, he was huge! The frickin’ thing was as thick as both of Gaiges arms put together and as long as her forearm. Is it anatomically possible? Probably not. Is it happening? Oh yeah, it’s happening. He took a single, powerful step forward and sent his other foot out like a rocket to the legs of the chair, her world spun as all four of the chairs legs broke like nothing, he grabbed her by the shoulder, hauled her up and broke the remains of the chair off, she was now standing wearing completely ruined clothing and still the cable-tie-cuffs were boring into her wrists… She was completely at his mercy, was it being optimistic to assume bandits had any? She dared not speak, she dared not move, her head simply dropped to the floor like it was magnetized to it. With his powerful hands he picked her up, shoved her forcefully against the wall and managed to elicit a groan of pain. “What’s the matter sugar tits? Nothing to say? Tell yas wha’, I’ve got a friend who has a LOT of talkin’ to do to ya!” He chuckled again at his own joke, he slowly edged his hips forward, his cock touching her entrance. Her eyes shot open like cannonballs and began sobbing silently, tears trickling down. He either didn’t notice or he simply didn’t car—

And just like that, she’d been changed forever. Her hymen popped instantly as the monstrosity that was his dick was shoved inside of her. He got as far as getting his tip in before he pulled out, he did a double take looking down at the blood dripping from his member. “You fuckin’ jokin’? Yous the firs’ virgin I’ve raped in forever! Fuck me this jus’ got a whole lo’ betta.” He laughed gleefully as he forced himself inside of her again, this time slower. He was enjoying this the sick bastard, but boy she could feel every single inch inside of her it was warm, and to say it was excruciatingly painful or stretching her would be under-stating it. She sobbed again, seeing something horrific through her hazed view. This was only half-way in, no way could he get it all in, no way. He seemed to be following her track of thought. “Maybe I can jus’ squeeze through y’er cervix, fuck y’er baby ‘ole? Hahah! Tha’ll fuken ‘urt like hell broke loose!” He pulled out, then thrust in, then pulled out and thrust in again, building up a rhythm, he began grunting and to make things worse, the pain had subsided mainly and she was actually feeling good. She was screaming at herself internally whilst her tears turning into a flood down her face. She can’t be feeling good from this, she doesn’t want it, she knows it’s wrong but why does it feel so natural? His grunts became barbaric, every thrust was poking her cervix, and every time his tip and her cervix touched it sent jolts of pain and pleasure at the same time, she was really having a hard time distinguishing between which one was more predominant. It was impossible, one of his meaty-claws moved from her arm and began to knead her breast, his other hand left her and his cock just plunged deeper into her. Gaige never even noticed, she had moved from sorrow to ecstasy, she was struggling with her own body, fighting it to not feel joy but what could she do? She was, in most senses of the word, enjoying this thoroughly. Whilst her brain hated this completely, her body was going crazy, she was leaking a puddle as this unknown brute was forcing himself onto her, she threw her head backed and screamed. Whether it was a scream of joy or hatred is debatable. 

Another thrust was followed by yet another, this had been going on for around five minutes without change until suddenly he tensed up, he howled a primal scream as he thrust once more into her, pounding her cervix dreadfully hard and shooting molten-hot spurts of his seed inside of her, Gaiges pussy clamped down on his cock wildly as she was unwillingly thrown into an orgasm of her own, the brand new feeling throwing her off the edge, she could see a slight bulge in her stomach from his dick stretching out, and she could feel his cum inside of her boiling away in her sacred hole. He clapped his hands together, then picked her up and dropped her to the floor. “Fuck me tha’ was grea’, I’ll be sure to tell the boys tha’ you’re fuckin’ amazin’! You’re gonna have fuckin’ bandits fightin’ over you, enjoy you’re new home you fuckin’ bitch, you’re not leaving anytime soon.”

He laughed as he opened the door, Gaige, for the most part, was coma-tose, riding out the after-effect feeling of the orgasm and laying in a pile of her own juices and her first’s cum. Outside the door was what was like a never-ending stream of bandits screaming and fighting, gunshots echoed throughout the halls and there was more than a few bodies. Well, at least she’ll be busy for a… Long, long time.