1. The Devil's Pact, Cult of the Ghost Chapter 5: Defeat


    Date: 7/8/2015, Categories: Fantasy, Violence, Author: mypenname3000, Rating: 50, Source: sexstories.com

    Marybeth screamed. A long line of dust was hurtling towards us. Lights flashed and sirens blared. At the front was a black, armored nightmare. I swallowed. Would our mines be enough to take that out? I held the detonator in my sweaty hand. “Wait until they're all in the killzone,” Carla whispered. “Oh, god, I can't believe we're about to do this.” “For the Ghost,” I whispered. The tank and six or seven cars were in the zone. I pushed the button. The mines detonated with a loud clap. A physical wave of air slammed into me, whipping my hair. My ears rang, aching as they were assaulted by the shockwaves. White smoke rose, blown away by the wind to reveal the carnage. Twisted cop cars littered the road, metal mangled and shredded by the explosion. Some were knocked into the ditches, fires burning, adding black smoke to the air. The rear of the convoy slammed on their brakes before the mangled wreckage. And the tank kept coming. It looked unphased by the claymores. “Shit!” Marybeth screamed and hopped out of her trench, running away in fear. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sheriff Caleb Barsend “Shit!” I gasped as the boom deafened my ears. Deputy Jarvis slammed on his brakes. I peered ahead. Fire burned. Blackened, twisted vehicles littered the road. The ground on either side was cratered. They had mines. Those fucking dykes blew up six or seven of my deputies' vehicles. “Fuck me,” Jarvis groaned. Gunfire erupted. They had women in trenches firing their guns at our Vehicles. My ...
    deputies piled out, returning fire. Some were shot as automatic fire raked their vehicles, screaming in pain as they clutched their wounds. But the MRAP kept barreling forward, turning down the driveway. Ten of my SWAT officers were in there with submachine guns. They'd take care of those cunts in the trenches. I ducked out of the SUV as bullets pinged off my vehicle. An excited thrill passed through me. I felt like I was in the Army all over again. “Pour all your fire on those trenches!” I shouted. “Keep them pinned down! Let's teach these cunts not to mess with the Caissa Sheriff's Department!” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Marybeth Sargant I ran towards the barn. The tank roared behind me. “Please, Ghost, let this work!” I shouted, my heart thundering. I passed Deidre and Carla—the redhead was still naked—my pleated, black-and-gold skirts swirling about my legs. “What are you doing?” Deidre screamed. The air warped about Deidre, her shield charm deflecting fire coming from the tank. “We need to hold them off!” “Saving us!” I answered and darted into the barn. I ripped open the crate. An RPG lay packed in straw. The warhead was a long, green cone of death. I picked it up, too scared of the tank to be scared of the rocket launcher right now. “Shit!” Carla shouted as I ran back past her, slinging the RPG on my shoulder. They were simple to use. I aimed down the driveway. Deidre chanted behind me and the air rippled in a sphere about me. The police were firing out of the tank at ...
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