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

    me, muzzles flashing from armored slits. I hoped this works. I squeezed the two triggers. The RPG bucked in my arms. A loud, burning hiss erupted. It shot forward, trailing smoke. I coughed, catching a lungful of the acrid cloud. It streaked down the road, spiraling a bit, then slammed into the front of the tank. Metal groaned. Fire blossomed. The shockwave struck me. The shield rippled. Heated shrapnel flew through the air, raining down on the ground. Smoke poured out of the a gaping hole. A hatch opened in the back and black garbed SWAT officers poured out with MP5 submachine guns. My fellow cheerleaders opened fire at them. Bullets hissed through the air as the officers returned fire. Air rippled about my cheerleaders as their shield charms held. The swat officers were moving and fire, racing for cover. Bullets struck exposed legs, a few falling on the ground. Their body armor absorbed some of the hits, but more fell before they could reach cover, cowering on their bellies behind a wooden slats. The other cops rallied, firing their own assault rifles back at us. I grabbed a crate of ammo, lugging the heavy, metal box towards the trenches. My girlfriend Ursula rose, her pleated skirts swirling about her thighs, and lobbed a grenade at the cops. Dirt fountained and more grenades flew from the trenches. “That was awesome,” Urusla beamed as I dropped into the trench. “You blew the fucking tank up!” ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sheriff Caleb Barends “We have to fall back,” ...
    Deputy Mathews yelled. “They're too well armed. Look what they did to the MRAP.” I ground my teeth, glaring at the fucking dyke cheerleaders calling out vile slogans as they fired their guns and hurtled grenades. Wounded deputies were being piled into the few patrol cars still working while the last survivors of my swat team made a dash for cover. “Fuck,” I growled. “Put a call into the Guard Unit up in Twin Falls. Tell 'em we need their help ASAP.” “The Governor's got to okay that.” That was a bitter pill. I didn't want to have to admit that I fucked this up. I surveyed the scene. Half my deputies were dead or wounded. “Fuck, fall back a mile. We'll set up a new perimeter down there and bunker down until the military can be called in.” We fell back, racing down in the drainage ditch on the far side of the road, leaving behind our smoking vehicles. I was the Sheriff of this County. I ran things now. I shouldn't have to be forced to flee like a cur. “That's right!” shouted the cheerleaders. “You fucked with the Lionesses and we clawed your sorry asses!” I was going to make all those cunt's pay. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Heather Pritchard “Govenor Cantrell has just activated the Idaho National Guard,” the reporter said. I sat in the living room with most of the other members of the cult, staring at the TV. “A den of Warlocks has been discovered and killed twenty-seven deputies of the Caissa County Sheriff Department.” “A sad day for America and the Theocracy,” the co-anchor ...
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