Free Dark Exorcist 2 (Dark Exorcist Series) by Tim Miller Page B

waistbands. He just hoped they hadn’t just run into something worse than those afflicted.
    They drove for a bit until they reached the police station. The place was dark and deserted.
    “Come on. We’re gonna load up on their guns here,” Cody said as he jumped out.
    “Where is all the police?” Sharon asked.
    “I’m it.” Derrick said. “The rest have either left town or are dead or are one of those afflicted.”
    “Can’t they bring in the National Guard or something?” She asked.
    “I have no clue lady. You know as much as I do,” Derrick said as he jumped out of the truck. Two other men got out of the truck. One was a large man with long hair and a beard.
    “How ya doin’? I’m Skip. Hope you all are okay,.” he said.
    “We’re fine. Thanks for bailing us out of there.”
    “No sweat, man. This is crazy shit. The news in town said there was rioting and looting.” Yeah. You’re the ones doing the looting. Derrick thought.
    “Really? How strange,” Dietrich said.
    “Exactly. Let’s head on in. We were here earlier. It’s pretty secure,” Skip said as they walked inside. They filed in through the main lobby, then through a set of thick double doors. Once the doors closed behind them, Skip turned around.
    “Ok. Now!” He said as each of his men struck Derrick and Dietrich while the others grabbed the three girls. Dietrich was taken by surprise and tried to resist, but he was not a fighter, and the guy just flung him to the ground like a ragdoll. Derrick pulled his gun, but the girl already had hers out and stuck it to his temple and pulled the trigger. The women screamed as the thugs held them down. Someone was stomping on the back of Dietrich’s head. The blows made him lightheaded but he didn’t pass out. He pretended to hoping they’d stop and it worked.
    “Okay, let’s get them in back,” Skip said.
    Dietrich felt someone dragging him by the ankles as the girls continued to scream. After a few minutes they stopped. He opened one eye, and saw they were in a locker room. Someone forced his hands behind his back and handcuffed them. He opened both eyes and looked up to see Skip standing over him.
    “Okay, bud. Here’s the deal. Sorry about your cop pal back there, but he should have known he didn’t stand a chance. Now you got three fine looking ladies over there. We’re just gonna have a little fun with them. You play it cool, and all of you can walk out of here. You try to be a hero, and I will cut their fucking pussies out and make you wear them as a hat. You got it?” Skip said.
    Dietrich just nodded as he looked over at the girls. Amanda seemed unusually calm. Sharon was freaking out while Laura looked like they had knocked most the fight out of her.
    “All right, strip ‘em and get them in the shower,” Skip ordered as the men all began cutting the girls’ clothes off. They dragged Laura into the shower and turned on the cold water. She jumped and screamed as the water hit her skin. The other guy with Skip named Dale had a fistful of her hair as he pulled his pants down while fondling her pussy with his fat, sausage fingers. She tried to struggle against him, but he punched her. For such a big oafish man, he seemed to have quite the manual dexterity where sexual assault was concerned.
    “Bitch, you don’t want to fight me. Hold still and you might like this shit,” he said as he bent her over and jammed his dick into her. She tried to hold still, but he was clearly hurting her. Dale pulled on her hair, bending her neck way back as he continued thrusting. The whole thing only lasted a couple minutes, though Dietrich was sure it felt longer to Laura. He struggled against his cuffs, but he couldn’t move. They had them on so tight, his fingers were falling asleep.
    Once Dale finished, he backhanded Laura sending her toppling to the floor. She just lay there sobbing as Skip and the other guys applauded.
    “Good show! Good show! Looks like I’m next! I like mom over here.