Chapter 407: Pock of the Dead (1/2)

They were very ineffective and in disunity before, how much more now that this dire situation befell the city.

HAHAHA! The maggot policemen would stay hidden in obscurity, I gathered. For how could they counter these collection of evil men without the use of their valued reliance on advanced warfare.

After all, it was human nature to put one's self interest first and wellbeing above anyone else's. Only fools became heroes.

HAHAHA! I'm enjoying this change of pace very much. The world got extremely interesting overnight.

”You heard of it before! Even I see them make movies of it! There will be no missiles to get us! The police and soldiers will not come!

And even if they do! They have guns! But so do we!” the leader continued his impassioned speech. Laughter and shouts of assent followed his words.

”HAHAHA! THE CITY OF DAVENPORT WILL BE OURS!” a henchman roared above the rest.

I looked down and saw myself hardened from excitement. Great times has come, I thought and retreated silently.

There was a spring to my steps as I began to plan for what I needed to do in the following days.

”Should we bring the women to Gregor, Steve?” I heard a shaky voice from where I left the family of three.

”And then what? Let that ogre fuck them wide?! YOU FOOL! This is our chance to taste some beauties! HAHAHA!” another voice registered in this night of changes.

”Then what about the man?” the first speaker asked once more.

”He's a good looking one. We don't need them handsome ones. They'd just be unwanted competition in this new era. KILL HIM!”

”NOOOOO! PLEASE! Don't kill my father! I'll do anything! But PLEASE! Just don't hurt my parents!” the pleading voice of a familiar woman begged audibly.

What to do? I could let Adriana have some fun. God knows she only tasted one cock in her life. Mine! HAHAHA! What a frigid bitch!

Hmmm... I crept soundlessly until I saw a picture that brought a bright smile to my face.

The bitch was on her knees, begging her captors while her mother has a rubicund palm print that visibly mapped her face quite nicely.

She laid there hugging her downed husband, Mr. Valeska, who was on the floor, stunned and bloodied. And there were two goons that pointed a gun at his face. A CZ and a ruger.

Wow! Very good picks for handguns. Did these ugly men rob a gun store or something? HAHAHA! The answer would be probably yes. Hmmm. Three men against my lonesome. A challenging task indeed.

”Anything? Well, let's try if you really mean what you said, Miss Pretty. Come here and clean my meat stick with your lips and tongue!” the leader of the trio commanded and a shuffling of his pants followed his actions.

A raging cock stood in attention, seemingly anticipating the treat it would get from the nubile woman.