Robbing the Bunker
Copyright© 2001 by Knave of Hearts
Chapter 18: Michael Arrives
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 18: Michael Arrives - Jack Lostridge is a blue collar kind of guy working to salvage an old government research facility. He's bored with his life, hates his job, and couldn't get laid in a whore house with $100. What he finds inside the old bunker changes his life.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Mind Control Science Fiction BDSM Torture Oral Sex Slow
Three days after we arrived in Fry, Andrea and Augie noticed a man who matched Michael's description. The town was in a flurry of activity. People were stocking up on basics, getting ready for the impending arrival of the French. Planning quickly, we decided to capture him as he met with John Foster. Sue showed me how to get into the Sheriff's bedroom.
We hid in the same armoire Sue had used earlier and waited for our prey. Soon after we settled into our hiding place, we heard Foster and another man walking through the house. Foster's tone was deferential, almost defensive, as he tried to answer the other man's questions. As they searched the Sheriff's study, Foster called the othe rman "Lord Michael." My heart stopped. If Detective Neil saw us, we'd be dead. Fortunately, other events took over.
Looking around, Michael found that the safe was empty and concluded that Foster had done something with the silver and the amulet. He accused Foster of being careless, losing the "rutters," as he called them. Foster shrank against the wall, his eyes wide with fear. Stepping to the middle of the room, Michael turned and faced Foster.
"Lord Peter will be most displeased to hear that you cared more for the quim of some slut than for his rightful tribute." His tone had all the power of a death sentence.
I was amazed when Michael, who wore an older, head mounted MC device, narrowed his eyes and concentrated on Foster. Foster grabbed his head and, as his eyes rolled back into their sockets, he crumbled to the floor. This showed me a new side of the device, the ability to harm.
Michael prodded Foster's body with his toe. Satisfied that Foster was dead, Michael looked around and appeared ready to leave. Suddenly, from behind the kitchen door, Evie hit him over the head with a whiskey bottle. Michael joined Foster on the floor, knocked unconscious. Evie ran out the door and into the street, giving me a few precious seconds to rifle Michael's pockets before escaping.
Foster's deputies arrived soon thereafter and arrested the still unconscious Michael, lynching him immediately in the town's central square. As I saw them throwing the noose over the gallows, I couldn't help muttering," And may God have mercy on your soul."
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