Author: SuperDuty23

Drake entered the house to the sounds of a girl screaming upstairs. He cautiously made his way up with a fresh new clip in his gun. Outside the door he stepped to the side. “Open up! Sheriff!” He barked. He watched shadows move under the door. One positioned himself behind the door and the other he guessed grabbed the girl as she whined. “Drywall, don’t stop bullets.” He said as his .40 caliber blasted 5 rounds into the wall. He heard a heavy drop of a body dropping. He smiled.
Drake grabbed the door handle an slowly turned. “I’m the Sheriff. Let’s talk about this.” He nudged the door open and peered inside. A very dirty man held a knife to the naked young girls throat. “Too easy.” Drake thought to himself. One easy shot to his head was all it took. At maybe 7 feet. Too easy.
The girl maybe 23 was about to collapse. He caught her and eased her onto the bed. “Go find my family.” She sobbed. Drake swept the entire farm. All dead. Her mother, father and two brothers. He called Bella to get the State Troopers and to get Burke up.

Pulling his cock out of the young girls ass he answered “What’s the problem Bella?” “Just a quick call from the River Ranch up on the plains above. Send help…” That was all but the girl sounded desperate then the line went dead Bella told him. Drake growled at the clock showing 4am. Send me the GPS and I’ll be there ASAP.
Drake dressed and shoved the homely slave out the door as he made his way to his SUV and drove up to the roof of the canyon, the plains.
He paused at the entrance to the River Ranch. It was corn they grew here and the long driveway was lined with it. Pulling up to the house with his red and blue lights flashing because he didn’t know what to expect. Drake saw the motorcycles and dune buggys used by raiders in the desert. Being next to a river the River Ranch was a likely target.
He checked his ammo and his gun. Two men came at him from the darkness and each got two in the chest. Drake loaded a new clip and entered the house. He could hear women screaming from upstairs. Cautiously he climbed the stairs anticipating another ambush. Halfway up a raider turned the corner and Drake put one in his head and one is his chest. The screaming stopped and a bit of commotion from the door to his left at the top of the stairs.
Under the door he saw movement. A shadow moving, then it was still. “An ambush. Really.” He smirked as he unloaded 4 rounds into the door and nearby wall. There was a heavy thud of a body hitting the floor. Drake knew he hit his mark. He paused, waiting for any movement, there wasn’t any.
Kicking in the door he scanned the room quickly. A young slave beaten but alive, a biker dead behind the door. “Are there any more.” he hissed at the girl. She shook her bloodied head. He did a cursory search of the house and finding the bleeding head of the house and roused him.

The Curse (Halloween Special)

Angela rose out of bed excited. It was her 18th birthday and was expecting to party with her friends and let loose. She quickly showered and put on her best make-up and sexy clothes. There were only a few days left of her senior year and wanted to make the best of them.

She was cut off entering the kitchen by her Mother. “Sweetie, we need to talk”. There was something about her voice and concern. Angela, sat down and chewed on some toast. Her mother was shaking visibly. “Do you know what a curse is”. Her mother asked. “Sure, kind of.” Angela replied.

“You can’t go to school anymore”. Her mother said bluntly. “What? Why? I like school”. Angela asked confused. Her mother sighed. “62 years ago my Father raped a young girl, your age”. she sighed. “That is why he is not in our life and never was. He was in prison a long time”. her mother sighed.

“The girl he raped was the daughter of a Voodoo priestess”. She continued. “She cursed him, your Grandfather and our bloodline that just like you, a second daughter would become a slut”. Angela laughed “You can’t be serious”. Angela scoffed. Read more »