Episode 63: PUSSY!!!

“Headlights!”

Officer Samuel N’Dolla jostled about with his cell partner in arms, Sheriff’s Deputy Riley Filmore. Samuel really should have been the one on the back of the borrowed ATV and preaching over cellphone use while trying to control his vehicle. Sam might just write him a ticket if they made it out of the forest alive.

“Incoming ATV lights, Coot! Hang on, this could be Bebe and Talbot. We have to be getting close to the treehouse.” Lowering his cell, he pulled over on the narrow path. Just to be cautious Samuel hopped off and blended into the shrubbery in case this was some sort of ambush by Wayne Nichols. The oncoming ATV wasn’t slowing down for a second which meant either the driver couldn’t stop, or they were just too afraid too. Flickering the sole headlight on the ATV Riley hoped for a courtesy reply. No answer, only because Jenna Nichols was afraid to let go of the handlebars. Closer and closer Riley caught a glimpse of the riders. “It must be the Nichols.”

Waving her down Riley nearly lost a leg as she breezed by him, her mother ducking a low branch over her, Jenna too close to the foliage. Off they sped, with no intention of stopping for anyone until they were free of these woods. “Coot?” Riley brought his cell back to his ear. “Warn the Agents behind us that the Nichols ladies are on their way out on the second ATV. They’re gunning it. Just make sure nobody shoots at them.” Speaking of, a pair of gunshots up ahead in the darkness attracted he and Samuel. “Shots fired! Gotta go!” Hanging up on the Sheriff, Riley told Sam to go on foot in case he got shot at riding through. It was always smart to have a backup plan.

Back at Margo Manor!

“Hear all of that Tanner?” Sheriff Coot Donnelly looked to his FBI agent equal, still agitated by all of the intense sexual moaning downstairs in the basement level.

“I did!” Buford in reaction used his headset to contact his agents out there in the darkness. “Move in carefully, Troops. The Nichols women should be coming your way on an ATV. Do not shoot them they just breezed by the Wildwood boys out of fear. Repeat do not shoot at the ATV.” Only two agents replied while Buford winced queerly at the sheriff and their hostess Margo Needy standing in front of them. Margo refused to pull together her blue mini robe. With a full-frontal exposure right down the middle Margo’s pussy was quite distracting, as was her artificial melons, half of which were visibly delightful. Turning his gaze away from Margo, Tanner called out a selection of names. “Newton come in?” Margo smirked at Coot and bit her lower lip. The sheriff knew very well her one-track mind. Come on in Boys!

“Wellington? Trent?” Nothing! “Johnson?” Growling over no response he even tried his man out by the main road guarding Roxie Durbin’s car. Still dead silence! “We have troubles. You might want to hide the ladies, Sheriff. My boy’s negligence out there can’t be a good sign.” Coot agreed grabbing Margo gently by her elbow and escorting her to the basement.

“We have to prepare for anything. This Federal crap could go sideways. Whomever Wayne Nichols really is, he either has allies or someone out to silence him. Fingers crossed Tanner’s boys are just losing contact out here in the valley where the signals are weak.”

“Riley just called you. They can’t be that at a disadvantage.”

“Valid point! Which means if you have a good hiding place I’d hole up.”

“I love it when you talk dirty.”

“Wrong holes, Margo. I need you to start taking this seriously. If this is as bad as it appears none of us may come out of this alive.” Reaching the basement level for the first time Coot Donnelly dropped his jaw in seeing the sweaty fiasco that hadn’t stopped once since he walked into Margo’s front door, technically, her driveway. Most likely her gravel road coming in from Route 6.

One of his own Officer Chyna Whitmore was dangling over Brian Hancock’s chest, the beast sloppily feasting on her hairless cunt. The bombshell blond screamed and shared Brian’s dick with the youngest of the cat ladies Olivia Furman. Olivia sucking his dick and passing it off repeatedly to Chyna was just plain ... Coot really did need laid.

To Brian’s right, standing just as majestically was Olivia’s boss Crista Pooshard on her knees destructively deep throating Jeffrey Hancock. Face-fucking her had her tuning out the world.

Feminine feet over the arm of a sofa hid Frannie Filmore and FBI Agent Golli Romero. In her temptation Golli just had to risk her own career at Frannie’s sensuality. Easing over to look down from the sofa’s back Coot found Romero devouring and fingering Frannie. Frannie with her head tilted back came hard over Romero’s tongue. Only Golli still had her clothing on.

“Agent?” Coot bumped the couch to no avail. “Agent?” He took out his nightstick and leaned over to tap her spine. All that managed was Golli lifting her ass up.

“Allow me?” Margo took Coot’s nightstick and went in from the side. Like a big dick she jabbed Golli in the cunt through her black pants. The cameltoe evident Margo made certain to hit the right vicinity. After four hard jabs Golli looked up with a drenched expression and looked back. She saw Coot first. An oh, shit moment realized she threw herself off of Frannie and wiped her face off on her coat arm.

“Relax Agent! You need to straighten up and get upstairs with Tanner. Your troops might be losing their lives out there. Not many of your team are answering your boss.”

“Fuck!” She did pull herself together and pointed at Margo with the stick. “Put that away.”

“ROMERRRRO!” Tanner bellowed from upstairs. His yell invited attention from the second floor as all of the younger folk isolated in Eric Crowe’s bedroom jumped. Within the room Ben Dunn held Lily Crowe while Greg Shepard dealt with his mother Anita. Greg sought answers as to why she was even out there. She could easily ask him the same question.

Eric Crowe nudging Kimberly Lisa Hines from his lap hurried down the hall to the upstairs landing to eavesdrop. Golli Romero along with Sheriff Donnelly spoke unchecked about nobody on her team answering now. This resulted in Coot calling Riley Filmore back. Frannie now aware through Margo hurried upstairs to join them, feeling guilty over consuming Golli’s time and emotions. Nymphos often didn’t have a care in the world.

Having been instructed to behave Officer Chyna Whitmore remained downstairs with the God’s of Needy Manor. The cat ladies were exhausted, so they got dressed. The trouble was they refused to leave Brian and Jeffrey Hancock alone and resorted to simply kissing on them.

Chyna straightening up thought of her bestie molestie Bebe Service out there in the dark. They had feelings for one another even if Bebe preferred dick. So did Chyna, but Bebe was just her fantasy on the side, reality tested. “Everyone stays here.” She abandoned the others and went upstairs to listen in. Margo following her up felt the others were safe enough down here. Besides, she knew better than to preempt her masters.

“Filmore?” Coot managed to get Riley on the phone. “Tanner’s Agents aren’t answering. You see any trouble?”

“No gunfire outside of Bebe firing to scare off a big cat. Talbot’s up in the treehouse putting out candles. At least he’s thinking of the neighborhood. No sign of Durbin and Nichols. They must have escaped through the overgrowth. Can’t see a thing out here. We’re going to head back as soon as Talbot gets down here.”

“Be advised to spread out. If there’s a new arrival out here picking off agents, none of us are safe.”

“The Nichols ladies show up yet?”

“Not yet!” Coot noticed Chyna and Margo headed into the dining room and followed them. Peering out the French doors they saw a headlight roaring from the tree line. “Wait! I see lights coming this way. Bring it back in. We can search for Durbin and Nichols when there’s daylight to see by. I ... where the hell is that ATV going?”

Roaring around the side of the house for the front Coot burst away and bolted for the front door. Golli sensing trouble took Chyna with her out the back door and sent her to the right side of the house while the agent took the left, guns drawn. Just as Coot informed Tanner and opened the front door the spray of a semi-automatic weapon riddled the police cars out front, tires shot out until there was no giving chase later. A spray at the porch sent Coot slamming the door and ordering the inhabitants into hiding.

Now even Brian and Jeffrey Hancock came bolting up the staircase to see what was going on. Margo and Frannie took control over the kids and the cat ladies. “Everyone upstairs to the attic. No lights and don’t move around. Whomever this is shooting at us doesn’t know how many of us are in here.” Margo instructed! As Frannie motioned those on the second level to join them. A flood of activity Brian led the way.

“What the fuck is going on?” Tanner bellowed ducking until the firepower ceased. The ATV fleeing into the darkness avoided being shot at by both Golli and Chyna. Once the assailant faded away behind trees, the ladies returned to the front porch to convene with Tanner and Coot Donnelly.

“Who was that? Where are the Nichols?” Coot hissed without answers. “Filmore? You alive?”

“We’re here, Coot! All four of us. Tell Tanner that someone butchered his agents. Everyone we’ve come across has either a slit throat or a headshot. This guy must be a silent sniper. We borrowed night vision goggles so we can at least have a fighting chance.”

“The ATV came flying out, but the Nichols weren’t on it. Some guy with an Uzi took out our cars so we couldn’t give chase. Still no Durbin and Wayne?”

“Not yet! I’m not risking the four of us. We don’t even know if this shooter is solo. We could have another out here. I bet it’s whomever Wayne has plans to testify against.”

“I’m not leaving Jenna out here.” Heath Talbot walked up tapping the baseball bat he had on his palm. Officer Bebe Service next to him shook her head at seeing how erect his cock still was. The kid ... the master ... sure had steely nerves tonight.

“We can’t see more than fifty feet ahead of us, Talbot.” Samuel intervened! “We will find the Nichols.”

“Then, let’s get started.” Stepping over a dead agent Heath began walking up the trail. Seeing scattered bodies did make him sick but he felt compelled to save his slave and her mother if at all possible. Bebe followed him struggling to stay focused. That bare ass ... she shivered just watching it. Unable to follow behind Heath in her lust she ran ahead of him and warned Heath to stay behind her. No problem! Worried about Jenna absolutely, but he was still a man. Now he was staring at her ass. Night vision was pretty nifty!

“Stay alert, Samuel.” Riley in charge had a lot to lose. Not just his allies on the force, but his wife Francine was out here in the middle of it all. An Uzi was traditionally used as a sign of don’t fuck with me. He would be lying if he didn’t fear the rest of this night. Calling in more troops was the logical choice but to what end? It was obvious whoever was killing these agents was a serious badass. How in the hell were they going to explain a massacre like this? The local news alone would ruin his world even if he and Frannie were able to go home safely. If the ATV rider took off, he hoped that was a good sign they might make it until morning. Now, fingers crossed they prayed that they could at least find Jenna and Erica Nichols alive and well.

Closing in on the clearing it became noticeable that the ATV had ran over a dead body and likely flipped when nobody was there to notice. Maybe the women were thrown off and had hidden themselves away somewhere. That or Wayne and Durbin had them. The killer was likely there for Wayne and just eliminated everyone in his way. Maybe in his drive by, the rider had achieved his mission and had killed Wayne Nichols. Until he saw a body Riley would remain positive.

“ATV flipped, see the skid and tumble marks.” Riley stepped ahead of Bebe and Heath. As leader he felt it right to take a bullet first if it had to happen. Nothing so far at least. “Looks like bodies were flown off over here. Skid marks in that section of dirt.” He knelt next to it. “Could be the ladies dumped and ran. Footprints leading toward the garage it looks like. Small feet so likely the women. Sam? Be cautious and go check out the garage.”

“On it!” The tall black man hugged the tree line all the way up to and behind the garage. No lights on he reached a side door entrance and peered in with his night vision. No signs of life but there were a few cars to hide behind, even a massive loft to seek refuge. Entering to a deafening silence he could have turned on the lights but refrained.

Stealthy steps one by one he checked around and inside the car windows. The antique car belonging to Darryl Needy still covered nice and neat he let that one go unchecked. Not his smartest move. Heading into the loft he noticed it lifeless as well, no stench of death but there was the scent of dried cum on the mattresses up there having been used during the bonfire this past Friday.

Heading back down he heard what appeared to sound like a faint sneeze. Lured to the covered car Sam dared to rip the cloaked canvas and look inside. Sure enough, he found the Nichols. Eyes bulging at him in horror he tapped on the driver’s side window. Unlocking her door Erica Nichols cringed.

“Are the two of you hurt?” Sam whispered and immediately grew edgy; the ladies would have had to have help putting the canvas back over so neatly. Erica patted her shoulder in silence to share in her dislocation from her topple to the ground. Jenna seemed fine. “How did you get in here?”

“Daddy put us here.” Jenna confided! “He and Roxie are trying to keep us safe.”

“Where are they now?”

“I don’t know. I think they might have run off trying to protect us. Daddy says it’s a guy named Raoul the Puma, he’s a hitman for the Confetti family. Somehow he found out we were all here in Wildwood.”

“Okay! I’m going to cover you back up. Do not leave the car. Also, try not to sneeze.” Erica nodded with an apologetic concern. Covering the car neatly Sam headed back outside to report back to Riley. Eying the house he saw a large four-legged shadow running in the darkness. “Is that sheepdog still running loose?” Not quite!

A silent gunshot clipped Sam’s shoulder sending him off balance. A simple graze but blood welled up on his shirt. Crawling into the bushes he sought safety behind a large white birch tree. “RILEY?” He bellowed! “I’M HIT! SILENCER, DUE NORTH.”

Hearing him Riley yelled, “DOWN!” Bebe dropped to fall flat on the pathway, sadly using an agent’s body as a human shield. Right behind her Heath Talbot landed over her as if falling on a live grenade. His massive erection went right up between her thigh gaps.

“Really?” She huffed! Out of spike and spite Heath humped her six times. “You are so stupid, Talbot.”

“Nerves! I hump things when I’m nervous. Borrowing this guy’s gun just in case. Never shot one before but hey! I have your back, Bebe.”

“Feels like you have more than that.”

“Enough!” Riley belted out trying to find the shooter to the North. Afraid to even check on Sam for fear of giving away their location he instead used his cell but blocked the light it gave off. “Coot? Companies back. Sam’s been hit. Due North of the house. Tell me you have Billingsly and Hawkins counties coming in as back up.”

“Tanner won’t let me. He’s trying to contain this to avoid too much info getting out to the press. Stay down and stay alive.”

“We’re so dead.” He growled hanging up on Coot. Calling Sam, he warned him of no help coming. “How bad is your wound?”

“It just grazed my shoulder. Silencers! If it was the killer of the agents, he had a bad shot. Your move Riley.”

“Stay hidden.” Agreed! Sam didn’t even take the chance of telling Riley he had found the Nichols, just in case he had ears on him close enough to pry. Hat tossed away so it couldn’t be easily seen, he sat in wait gritting his teeth against the pain.

“Quit humping my ass.” Bebe tried to contain Heath. “Dammit! Find me tomorrow when this shit is over.” She was more than willing to bed him down again! His body was at least warm against the chill of night. That was something!

“Is safety on?” He lowered his 9MM in front of Bebe’s face. She quickly took it away from him in a hurry and set it.

“There! Don’t shoot me.”

“Only with jizz, Copper!”

“Haha! Quiet up there.”

“I see movement in the trees to the North.” Riley ventured into a very slow crawl forward to obtain a better view. “He’s wearing black so the only time I can see him is when he moves. No way can we get a clear shot from this angle. Heath? Your lily-white skin is a target. Strip one of those Agents and cover up.”

“I tan!”

“Listen to Riley dumbass.” Abandoning her backside, she felt his erection trace itself directly over her cunt. Eyes rolling back briefly she hissed, “Why me?” All Heath took was a coat and put it on. That at least masked his upper body. “How many agents did this Buford Tanner keep inside Margo’s house?”

“Not sure.” A glance at the French doors he spotted Golli Romero and Chyna Whitmore. “There’s Chyna.”

Heath returning to lay back over Bebe nestled in with a suggestion. “Threesome with blondie there?”

“Maybe! Can we just concentrate on survival?”

“Enough, Talbot! For once in your life shut the hell up.”

“Foursome! Just for that we include Frannie.” He just had to add fuel to the fire. “Riley can be a cuck.” Thankfully, Riley let it go. Watching was never a bad idea.

“I wonder where in the hell Wayne and Durbin are?” He whispered! “If they were dead this sniper would probably have kept riding off on the ATV. He’s toying with us.”

“You would think he’d worry about us calling backup.” Bebe had a point.

“Unless there’s a spy in the fold.” Heath added!

“Everyone is dead but Tanner and that female agent in the house.” Riley pondered out loud, “Unless we don’t know about everybody. One of the field agents out here might be alive still and playing possum to avoid contact.”

“Maybe the woman in the house.” Heath suggested! “She’s hot too! Damned shame.”

“Or ... what if it’s Tanner himself?” Bebe threw out the final option. “He is keeping Coot from calling backup.”

“Interesting theory.” Riley was sweating between keeping an eye on the distant shooter, worrying over Sam’s wound, the Nichols, Durbin, the house full of people including his wife, so much to deal with. Was Bebe onto something? “Let’s test that theory.” Cell used carefully Riley called Frannie who was upstairs filtering everyone into the attic. Only Margo remained downstairs with Tanner, Coot, Romero, and Chyna Whitmore. Oh, and Studly relaxed in his cage even after the Uzi spray earlier making him nervous.

“Frannie? First and foremost, I love you.” Riley needed her to know just in case. “Listen to me carefully, I need you to cautiously confide with Chyna. Bebe has a hunch that this Buford might be setting this all up to take out Wayne Nichols before he can testify. Do not let on in front of Tanner or his agent inside in case she’s in on this too.”

“Okay! I love you too, Riley. Don’t get yourself killed. Be my hero. For the record? I don’t believe Tanner’s Agent Romero is bad. She rather likes my pussy. I won’t talk to her though, just Chyna.”

“Good! Find a way to record everything Tanner says and does. Just don’t get caught.”

“I’ll figure it out. Do I warn Coot? I mean he’s stuck to Tanner like glue.”

“Find a way. Just position yourselves to fight back if Tanner is rogue like Durbin.”

“On it! Rather be on you.”

“Me too. Gotta go, I think our sniper is moving I see activity in green.” He hung up on her. “Heath? I need you to stop fucking with Bebe and be serious. I would like all of us to live through this.”

“Sorry!” Heath carefully rolled off of Bebe’s back and lay next to her on his side, so his dick wasn’t in the dirt. “Fuck I want you.” He whispered to her, Bebe frowning but still reaching over to stroke his dick just enough to let him know she did too. She did need her hand back though.

“How about I find Sam for you?” Heath sighed! “Make sure he’s okay.”

“Risky! If that sniper sees you running, you’re dead on the ground.”

“Well, we can’t just lay here and let him come shoot us either.”

“Good point! Okay, listen ... Bebe and I’ll do our best to distract the shooter, you know Sam is over by the garage somewhere. Follow the tree line and duck in and out of trees so he can’t get a bead on you. Stay with Sam and maybe if we can hold him off enough move him back into the garage for shelter.”

“Just an idea?”

“I’m ears.”

“How about I use one of Margo’s cars to make an escape and go for help? She does have a Camaro that’s fast. I can drive on out of here. Get Sam to a doctor if he needs it.”

“Too risky! Although, if you drive around wild enough to keep him distracted Bebe and I could get to the house.”

“Smokey and the Badboy!” Heath reached over and forced a kiss on Bebe then rolled away to crawl along the path as low as he could. Ouch! His dick was in pain from being scuffed up.

“This nutjob is alert, Heath’s already being noticed.” Riley took aim toward the North and fired two shots toward the moving shadow. Heath hearing the shots just jumped up and bolted through the grass as fast as his bare feet could run. Hearing Sam call out he ducked in and out of trees until he could reach the downed officer.

During that same set of shots Bebe hopped up and charged through the brush leaving Riley to continue protecting them as best he could. All Bebe hoped for was to get close enough to the shooter to take him out. Big IF!

Inside Margo’s home FBI leader Buford Tanner heard shots, just as Coot had. “Are your people on a death wish?” Tanner growled as he moved to the dining room to join Romero, now back inside with Chyna for safety. It was just too dark, and they would be sitting ducks out there. “Gun flash from the path entrance.” Tanner spoke up.

“Chyna? If our shooter is way out there to the North, I need you to run outside and grab our rifles from the squad cars.” Coot instructed. “Ms. Romero? Mind helping her?” A glance at Tanner for confirmation he shook his head no.

“We need protection in here. Your officer can handle it Donnelly. If she requires help you go.”

“So, sacrifice my people, including myself.” Coot did not like Buford’s response. “What’s your game here, Tanner? I’m sensing...” More gunfire halted his suspicions. Tanner relieved that it gave him a moment found Chyna using the action outdoors to ignore Coot and head for the front door. Margo Needy standing with Frannie pulled Chyna aside and explained Riley’s thoughts on Tanner. After hearing Coot nearly confront Tanner, Chyna just knew it was a setup.

“You should both go upstairs in case this goes South fast.” Officer Whitmore nudged them. Margo stood defiant. Her home, her rules! No master in the moment. Cellphone produced Margo dialed 911. Chyna understood and just whispered her worry. “Don’t let Tanner see it. Say nothing just let the operator overhear.”

A nod of affirmation Margo sat her cell up on top of a shelf and stepped away with Frannie. Frannie taking her own cell toward the kitchen also dialed 911 and left her phone on the counter next to the dining room door to overhear Tanner and Coot. With two individual 911 calls coming from the same location the operators listened in recording the activity and tracing both calls.

Frannie headed upstairs to Brian’s room and found his cell charging. Utilizing it she again dialed 911, but this time Frannie warned them of potential danger. Help was on the way from other counties. It was a start. Hearing footsteps coming downstairs Frannie found Brian and Jeffrey Hancock going to their rooms to get dressed. Quietly filling them in Brian looked to his brother. “Let’s help, Chyna.”

“Be careful!” Frannie alluded as they went downstairs. Two big athletic boys could be useful she thought, for more than good sex. Going to the front door Margo shared her own concerns. “Don’t die! You owe me rent.”

Both boys grinned and stepped to the ajar front door, looking out as Chyna crept from car to car gathering arms. Jeffrey darted out to her side and helped collect rifles and extra ammo. Brian had a different idea. Moving irresponsibly to the blind side of the house he hugged the wall all the way to the back. Squinting in the dark he spotted two people running for the garage, one helping the other. Silent bullets zipped past them striking the siding of the barn and splintering the exterior. Luckily, the two made it inside the door and found refuge. Uncertain who they were Brian instead braved the corner of the house.

Peering around he too saw gun flashes from the path entrance. What else he spotted gave him an idea. Someone had to draw fire for Riley, whom he suspected was in the pathway, considering the shots hitting the garage came from a different angle. Ducking low Brian made his way back, only stopping to hear the sounds of scratches up above him. Looking up he saw nothing, but it did make him panic enough to rejoin his brother and Chyna. Six rifles in tow Brian saw they had it under control. Eying the bullet riddled cop cars he bulged his eyes.

“Oh, they better not have shot my truck up.” Ballsy suddenly he just walked right on out to check his Ford F-150 for damage. Luckily, the pedestrian vehicles were unscarred. More gunfire startled him enough to climb into his truck for safety. Hugging his front seat low until it grew quiet again Brian sat up and looked into his rearview mirror. “OH, FUCK!” A massive arm prevented his escape and palmed his mouth.

“Quiet moron! I’m not here to hurt you.”

Wayne Nichols sat in the backseat for temporary cover. “You got keys on you?” A shaking head informing him no just to prevent Wayne from stealing his truck, Brian calmed down. No weapon in his possession helped. “I need you to hear me out, Kid. You probably know who I am, Wayne Nichols. I’m only here to get my family to safety, and ... maybe redeem myself a little. I’ve got my wife and daughter hidden away in the garage back there. I could have gotten them to safety, but I stayed. You remember that when it comes time to tell your story. I want to help, because none of you deserve to die because of me. Bad enough the agents out there dropped like flies. I think I know who our sniper is, if I’m right he’s called Raoul the Puma. Mexican freak with no mercy. Johnny Confetti uses him to take out the competition. If we’re going to live through this, we work together. Got it?” A nod of affirmation Brian’s mouth was unclamped.