Midnight
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Episode 74: HE’LLFIRE
BDSM Sex Story: Episode 74: HE’LLFIRE - Midnight Amador had no life. It began when the Man in Black said it could.
Caution: This BDSM Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Slavery BiSexual Heterosexual Fiction BDSM MaleDom Humiliation Rough Sadistic Torture White Male White Female Hispanic Male Indian Male Indian Female Anal Sex Exhibitionism Sex Toys Voyeurism Public Sex
Harbinger Shoals had been infiltrated by land and sea. Currently twelve gunmen were on the property, there to destroy any further evidence to the hidden grave of former Santee elder Raymond Scott. Well, make that nine, Opal Savage had gone into jungle cat mode and had taken out two with perfect silencer headshots. All while hacker Eloise Dyson turned assassin on the fly. Literally using her spy drone houseflies to enter a third sniper’s body to puncture his lungs from within. Let the bloodbath continue!
Two more gunmen were in the woods making their way into the interior from the main road opposite the homestead. All trained in combat they felt secure in their mission even if two of their members were down for the count. Opal dressed in black and grey, ebony herself, blended in well with the shadows of the foliage. The canopy of trees above blocked out most of the sunlight. She had the advantage as long as she didn’t get bitten by one of the large snake population surrounding said property.
Coming in from the cove four more gunmen led by coast guard and former infantryman Parker Bryson had separated. Their jobs were to run interference and let a blast expert sneak in through a tunnel from the outside and destroy the crypt. If it took down the house so be it. Whomever wanted the knowledge of Raymond Scott’s death concealed obviously knew the property like the back of his killing hand. With the sniper down this left the bomber, Bryson, and one other to deal with the on-sight cop problem. Shall we begin?
“I can’t see shit out there in the overgrowth.”
Officer Randall Koones parted a curtain to peer out. Seeing his new partner the raccoon known as Hamburglar scratching at the back door the officer hissed then stepped to the door. “Don’t get shot.” He opened the door and let the critter outside then closed it and locked it again. Going back to the window he spotted the bandit disappear into the shrubbery. Gunshots in the distance had him ready to piss his pants. For now all Randy could do was wait and hopefully be man enough to handle anyone breaking in. Siren’s incoming made him feel better knowing they had reinforcements on the scene.
“About time!”
Sheriff Dolan Roster parked his cruiser directly in the middle of the road and jumped out of his ride. Racing to the black van belonging to Opal Savage he pounded on the hood first to get the attentions of Violet Murphy and Darcy Grainger. The ladies had killed time looking for weapons, having lifted the sleeper bed to find some pleasant surprises.
Opal kept a small arsenal at her disposal alongside her wardrobe. Violet was actually hooking up a small tank to a miniature flamethrower. As if she knew how to use it but at a time like this every advantage made sense. The side door opening by itself thanks to Dyson controlling it from her distant lair Dolan greeted his bad ass beauties.
“Time to do our jobs. Are you two alright?”
“Shadow barricaded us in here for safety.” Darcy stepped out. “I’m guessing until you and the cavalry arrived.” She then looked to her right to see a Santee Police issue car pull up behind Dolan. “Rosie and Delta!” Rosemary intentionally used her car long wise to block the dirt road from incoming vehicles.
“And their pup Wig Wam! I hate to say it, but we lost Ben Squatting Wolf. A big truck struck him out on Messenger Road. No way did he survive that. I need you two to stay low and protect us from any new visitors. That truck will most likely head here. Keep them away until we can thin out the rodent problem.”
Dolan then drew his gun and went to his car. Popping the truck he quickly put on a Kevlar vest to protect his upper body. Ready, he and Delta Reed with Wig Wam joined him in going over the bridge. Down below water splashing alerted Delta to look over the side to see Steeltoe the resident guard gator. Big boy!
“Holy shit! That’s one big boy.”
“Follow my lead, Del! Bring the dog.”
As if the German Shepard wasn’t already picking up foreign scents and eying the timber. Barking at it they found a man emerging carrying a hefty assault rifle. Taking aim at Dolan, he prepped to fire off a shot when Opal Savage charged him from the brush holding up two hunting knives which once belonged to the man’s now deceased partners. Confiscating them to conserve ammo the Tigress went in fangs striking.
Catching the man off guard she sheathed both blades into his soft tissue ten times before he fell to the ground. Dolan seeing her kill swallowed dryly. Even more Opal didn’t even bother to wave she went right back into the jungle. There was at least one more bit of prey to deal with.
“I’m glad that bitch is on our side. That was fucking brutal.”
“Wig Wam!” Delta called out! “The house!”
Instantly the dog bolted across the yard and up onto the porch. Dolan and Delta headed indoors to protect the crypt. “Eyes out front. I’ll check the back.” Agreed upon Dolan headed through the mansion and found Koones. “Any sign of visitors?”
“I heard a man scream earlier but nothing since. No movement but the timber is too thick to really see much. Nobody’s shot at me. Where’s Sanchez?”
“In route! He stayed behind on the Rez for a bit to do damage control. I’m pretty sure his hacker let him in on what was going on here. Stacy called for more help too. We should be able to contain this unless anymore bad guys show. Opal is on a rampage out there I just saw her butcher a guy, stabbed him maybe a dozen times then faded back into the woods.”
“Damn! And I was going to ask her out.”
“Trust me you don’t want to bed down that pussy.” He pointed at all of his bite wounds. Randall Koones simply flared his eyes. “Keep it professional Randy.” Yep!
“Lost my woody!”
It was worth a smirk!
Two miles away the truck containing the killers that had ran Ben Squatting Wolf off the road then shot him dead was on its way to the Shoals. Met up with a second truck holding four more thugs it was full steam ahead. That is until they were cut off by a big beautiful Raptor playing chicken with the lead vehicle.
“Who is this dumbass?” The driver growled!
“He’s not swerving.”
The man in the passenger side flared up drawing his pistol. Leaning out the window he fired warning shots. The glare on the Raptor’s windshield refused to reveal its owner. All he saw was an arm reach out of the driver’s side door with a gun of his own and took aim. The passenger lost an ear, that close to a headshot. “Mother fuck!” Bleeding he whipped his t-shirt up to use it to contain the blood flow.
“Ditches on both sides. I can’t swerve without rolling us.”
Two men in the backseat unhooked their seatbelts and followed the future Van Gogh’s plan and sat on their windowsills to try and scare off the driver. No go! One was shot in the forehead and fell out of the truck to roll lifelessly onto the asphalt. The other was hit in the shoulder and ducked back inside to pamper his wound. Obviously, the other truck was a marksman to hit targets so readily.
“I have no choice. If we hit head on we’re all dead.” The driver had to veer and hit the deep ravine to their left. Rolling onto its side with a splash from pent up water the truck came to a dense halt, tires still spinning.
Behind the truck the second vehicle had the same result, the Raptor kept on coming. “Turn the wheel!” A passenger demanded with only seconds from collision. The driver swiftly pulled right just as the ditch ended and roared off road into a grassy pasture. Letting it go the Raptor stopped cold in the road and Nick Sanchez dropped out of his ride to check out the toppled truck. The three inside the truck were struggling to climb out, battered and bruised. Nick stood in the road as if a wild west gunslinger, Glock at his side.
“You took a innocent man’s life. Not the first time, I’m guessing.”
“Sanchez!”
“You know me? Tell me how.”
“Afraid we can’t relay that info. You’re a dead man!”
“You first!”
Nick casually lifted his gun and took off half the man’s scalp. “You have two more chances.” Two men left! Falling off of the truck the backseat bad guy hit the muck and reared up gun blazing. Well, now wet not so much! “Who sent you?”
No answer Nick grumbled and shot him between the eyes. “Last call!” The driver put his hands up and begged for mercy. With no solid answer Nick ended his life and he fell back inside the cab. “They’re either loyal or afraid of their own boss.” Climbing back into the Raptor he backed up until the ditch ended and turned around. The other truck was far enough ahead to create problems for Dolan and his troop.
“Status report, Shadow!”
“Drone shows another SUV approaching. Abingdale POPO is on its way. Opie is having fun.”
“I’m sure she is. Send a message to Victor Bonebury to come collect his man down on Messenger Road. Then arrange his funeral with Mordecai Sage.”
“Can we deal with saving lives before we drown our sorrows?”
“Midnight?”
“Still hanging and monitoring the Atlantic. Breathing I might add.”
“Good! Get word to Maxine Park to be cautious.”
“Already informed her what was going on at the Shoals. FBI just had a shootout with assailants while protecting Halifax. Agent Grace is on the run with him. Agent Ramirez was shot but EMT’s have him in transit to the ER.”
“Dammit!”
Hitting the gas Nick needed to end this fast. No more casualties! Sure!
Harbinger Shoals!
The explosives expert Bruno Haller had entered the shrub buried gate system by bolt cutting chains. Gunfire giving him pause to understand calibers he gnashed his teeth and crawled into the darkness.
“Creepy as fuck in here. Let’s get this job done so I can relax.” Standing tall he turned on a flashlight and began his penetration of shadows. Reaching the old jail cell, he looked inside and spotlighted the head of a snake on the dirt floor. “Fresh blood looks like.” Thanks to Midnight Amador biting the snakes head off. “Footprints in the sand. This place has been in use.”
Ignoring it he moved on until the tunnels parted. The brick wall that held loose bricks had been tampered with. “Haller to Nairobi!” He called out through his Bluetooth earpiece. “Might want to tell the boss there’s been activity in his play pen. Moving in to finish the job. Explosives might ruin the decor.”
“Orders are to contain the blast to the tomb. Smaller ordinance! Get in, get out, go to Aruba on the chief.”
“Sounds good! Haller out!”
Headed in the direction of the tomb he reached the hidden entrance to Raymond Scott’s resting place. Feeling around for a trigger at the feet of the wall he heard chittering and froze. Coming up beside him was the raccoon Hamburglar who rubbed along his hip as if wanting to be friends. “Hey there little guy. You’re a friendly one.”
Rearing up on his hind legs the raccoon nuzzled his arm. “Not now, Buddy! I have a job to do.” Pushing him away with an elbow worried his hand might be bitten if used Haller began probing the base of the wall for that trigger. “It has to be here somewhere. I memorized the map I was sent.”
Hamburglar was a sly one. He bit down on a grenade pin on Haller’s belt, pulling it out and scurrying away. Going unnoticed Haller never knew what hit him. Without even knowing the grenade pin was MIA the tunnel felt a jolt of unfriendly fire. Haller was blown apart by his own tools of the trade. It shook the ground above.
Upstairs in the house Dolan and Randy heard a muffled blast and bulged their eyes. “That came from below. Stay up here to watch my back, I’m headed to the basement.” Agreed, Dolan took the newly rebuilt steps down into the darkness. Flashlight in hand he carefully looked around. “No damage here. Someone must be in the tunnels.”
Rounding the dirt mound that Midnight and Lillian had left before falling into the crypt he went to the jar cabinet blocking the tunnel’s hidden entry point. Air and Sulphur felt, he heard scratching on the back of the cabinet. “Sounds like a cat scratching.” Shoving the cabinet aside out walked Hamburglar who dropped the grenade pin at his feet.
“Well, I’ll be damned! You might just be my newest deputy after all.” Dolan then took to the tunnel alongside the critter and found Haller’s body. What was left of him that is. Crouching down to examine his mangled body parts he studied the weapons at his hips. “I’m shocked his other ordinance didn’t detonate.”
“Come in, Haller!” Dolan heard the earpiece speak out.
“Haller?” Removing the earpiece Dolan put it to his ear. Shrugging he spoke out. “What? I’m busy.”
“I heard the explosion. Are you inside the tomb?”
“Yep!”
“Destroy the body. The new word from the boss is just blow the hole place up. No evidence can be left to survey. His lockbox wall as well.”
“Affirmative!” Dolan mumbled, so far convincing.
“You sound off. Everything, alright?”
“Not really! I was just blown up by a raccoon.” So much for discretion!
“Who is this?”
“I’ll ask you the same thing.” Dead silence, transmission ceased. “Nice chatting with you.”
Looking to his right Dolan spotted Hamburglar sniffing at the crypt wall. Chittering the raccoon stood up and almost acted as if he were pushing. Following its lead Dolan found a set of finger holes and palmed the wall. For whatever reason a section around four feet square gave way and allowed Dolan to press his way in. Dust rolling out at him he waved it off.
“Hidden entrance! So, this must be the original entry point before that basement floor was carved out. Someone was digging down not knowing of this hatch.” Shining his light inside was pointless it was gloom and doom for Raymond’s resting place. “Sorry for intruding Ray. We’ll get you home as soon as we can.”
Hamburglar having completed his Indiana Jones role left Dolan and headed back outside through the gate. Job well-done! Confiscating the earpiece Dolan left the door open and headed back up to the basement. Reaching it he heard his shoulder mic crackle and paused to listen.
“Nicky is close.” Shadow advised! “He’s dealing with the enroute trucks that took out the Santee officer. I’ll keep you posted.”
“Tell Nick we stopped his home from being blown up. I hear gunfire, so my people are still engaging.”
“Another SUV just sprinkled new blood into the woods. Let Opie handle them. Secure the house.”
“Three of us in here now. Grainger and Murphy with Deerjohn out on the roadway.”
“I know. Eye in the sky.”
“Wait! Is Midnight still out on that tree?”
“She’s fine. I have eyes on her and the sea in case anymore boats arrive.”
“Hang on! Where are Biles and DeWhitt?”
“In the barn. A gunman just went inside so expect trouble.”
“Biles is inexperienced and Herb needs to retire. I’m headed there to help.”
“The house!”
“Koones and Delta Reed are in here. They can keep things safe for now. With more coming we need to narrow the odds.”
“Opie is singing Steve Miller’s Jungle Love. Don’t sweat her.”
“I’m not worried about her homicidal ass. I will be having a chat about murder though when this is all done. We could be interrogating all of these guys.” He rushed upstairs and stormed past Randy. “Stay put! Goes for you too, Delta.” He opened the front door cautiously and peered out. Before he could exit Wig Wam bolted beside him and outdoors.
“Use him! He’s trained to kill if necessary.” Delta reacted! “Use the safe word Sausage to get him to heel.”
“Thanks! Stay safe.” Leaving her, he shut the door and looked up the path toward the barn. Gunshots heard Dolan cursed and made a run for it. Not knowing where hired guns were out there, made him edgy. Time to serve and protect.
Ten minutes earlier Parker Bryson had entered the barn and was looking up at dust particles sifting down from the new floor to the loft. Smirking he took out his hand guns and gauged where footsteps might be. Predicting the best spot he unloaded a flurry of bullets up through the wood. Hearing a man cry out in agony and blood oozing through the cracks he chuckled.
“Nice try!”
Before he could react further, he was rushed by Clinton Biles. A charging bull Clinton slammed Bryson into a support beam jarring the entire barn. One gun flew from Bryson’s hand but the other required Clinton to hold Bryson’s arm to prevent getting shot. Wrestling about was productive until yet another of the gunmen, the fourth of his boat crew entered through the side door. Drawing a bead on Clinton the big man just told his loved one’s goodbye.
Not Today!
Stumbling down the loft steps handling a chainsaw a bloodied Herb DeWhitt fired it up and stumbled his way toward the gunmen. Shaking his head at a hopeless act the man shot Herb twice until the saw hit the ground. Clinton snarling at Herb’s topple used Bryson as a shield and rammed him head on into his partner. Knocked off balance Clinton snatched up the chainsaw and revved it up. A skilled lumberjack he swept the chain down catching the newest gunmen’s arm and severed it. Screaming and gushing blood all over Bryson, Parker rolled away and avoided his own loss of limb. Teetering to his feet he pointed his gun at Clinton and began to pull the trigger. Standing on an old piece of plywood on the floor it buckled under him.
Looking down the wood splintered, and Bryson fell through. It was the hidden hatch to the tunnels. Crippled on his way down by shards of wood Bryson hit his chin on the side. A deathblow inflicted upon himself his neck was broken. He fell straight to the bottom, his rifle tangled in the broken ladder. Dead fall!
Clinton shut the saw down then looked to Herb, rushing to his side. Choking out on blood Officer Herb DeWhitt died a hero. “Dude! Don’t leave me.” Sorry, Kid! Barking heard outside Clinton snatched up Herb’s gun and pointed it at the door. He had no idea if the dog was good or bad until he heard Dolan yell, “Sausage!” Wig Wam stopped barking instantly and whined. “Biles? DeWhitt?”
“In here Dolan. It’s safe. Herb... “ Door opened wide Dolan and the German Shepard entered to witness Herb’s passing. Clinton couldn’t even finish his sentence. Dolan knew! Wig Wam sniffing at the hole in the floor Dolan shined his flashlight down to see Bryson’s body.
“I know that guy. Coast guard!” Sighing he quickly diverted his attention. “Buckle up, Biles! Ever use a gun before?”