My Purge, pt. 1
Date: 11/10/2017, Categories: Fantasy, Author: stratjunkie, Source: sexstories.com
more screaming. I head the clinking of cuffs being tightened down, and moaning and screaming, a girl pleasing to be left alone. She didn't want any trouble, didn't want to take part in the Purge. “Tough shit cunt, your ass belongs to me now” John called out. I could hear a smack and then sobbing. Movement on the corner ahead of the van. I brought my gun up and focused my sights on the man running down the street towards us. I could see a handgun in his left hand, the sound of a motor behind him. Headlights bounced off the asphalt and lit his back up, making him into a silhouette in my vision. I leaned back in the doorway and closed the door enough to appear shut from the street while driving by. He spun around and began firing into the oncoming vehicle. He was shaking so badly I could see it from 40 yards away where I was. Amateurs out here always make me laugh, thinking they were big and bad because they read soldier of fortune and spent 500 bucks at a shop for a Glock. The pickup roared up, the push bar slamming into the man. He screamed out as he was thrown down the road, landing about 15 feet away from the van. He groaned and gasped as the pickup idled up to him. Two men jumped out of the back and started toying with him. One of them kicked him, hard, in the balls and he screamed out. There was a rustle behind me and Reg called out quietly it was them. I looked over my shoulder quickly and saw the girl, cuffed and crying being lifted and dragged by the arms. I motioned ... them to be quiet and a scream of agony instantly focused my attention back onto the road. One of the men had taken out a knife and was cutting on the man laying there. I shot him, squeezed the trigger and sent the lead on it's way. One into him to drop him, switched and put three into his buddy. Three more went into the first man I shot, who was just starting to struggle to get up. The man on the ground was screaming in pain, and had lifted his head to see what was going on. I thought about it for a second, and put one into his skull. Nicest thing I could have done for him at that point. I put six rounds into the front of the pickup to fuck up the engine, and leaned back to watch the road. After 15 seconds of nothing Reg and I stepped out, checking angles and going slow. No shots rang out after making it to the van, and I drove it up to the front of the house, backing up so the doors were facing it. They got opened and the girl was thrown in. We drove off into the night, hunting for our next 2 victims. They were a much easier, much quieter extractions. And as a bonus one of them had a friend with her, little older but still attractive enough for our uses. On the drive back we had 4 in the back in cuffs and zip ties, and the three of us. I rolled to a stop about 2 blocks from our “home”, checking to make sure that no one was around that would cause problems. It looked clear, but as I was about to turn on the headlights the moon flashed off of something on the roof. Sniper. Shit. ...