Gut check. I drew my weapon and aimed it and took a deep breath, then let half of it out. He was trying to kiss her so their heads were right next to each other. But I had my sight picture. I shot through the screen. The silenced gun made a soft coughing sound.
The rapist’s head exploded and Cyndi screamed again. The body was flopping around on top of her and she was covered in blood and brains. I couldn’t imagine anything worse. She pushed him away and his body fell to the floor with a thud. Cyndi and Richard both looked at me. I put my finger to my lips in the universal “Shhh” signal.
Cyndi got off the bed and went to her husband. “He didn’t cum in me,” she said. “It’s alright, he didn’t cum in me, he didn’t cum. Baby, it’s alright.” She managed to free his hands and legs and he immediately got up and went to the bed and started beating the dead guy’s body. I could only imagine how he felt.
I turned away and made my way to the front door. Behind it I heard a guy yell, “Ron, you okay in there? She too much for you?”
Shit, I thought. I should have had Cyndi keep screaming. Oh, well; is what it is. I went in through the front door.
Three guys, all wearing guns. I double-tapped two of them but the third guy was fast and pulled his weapon while I was shooting the other two and shot me in the chest just above my bulletproof vest. I went down hard. I couldn’t move my arm to bring my gun up. The guy walked over towards me. He was a big fucker. I heard Meyer trying to break down the back door but he’d be too late to help me. The big fucker pointed his gun down at me. I was a dead man.
“Johnny Dawn?” he said. “You come here to play hero?”
There was a blur of motion behind him and something hit his head with a sickening crunch and he went down like a sack of flour. Cyndi was standing there like a perfect nude Amazonian woman, holding some kind of statuette. It looked like a cat. Meyer came around the corner, surveyed the scene and lowered his weapon. Cyndi dropped the cat and walked over to me and picked up my gun and turned and shot the big fucker in the face.
“Good girl,” I croaked.
Meyer came over to me, pulled off my vest and shirt, and checked the wound.
“You’re bad at this,” he said.
Cyndi was on her knees, crying and trying to kiss me as Meyer felt my body. “It’s high up, not through your lungs. But no exit wound. You’re going to need a doctor.”
“No doctor,” I said. “If this goes on the record, all of us are going down.”
“I know a guy,” Richard said. He moved toward us and hugged his wife from behind. “You are going to get the best treatment money can buy. And I’ve got a lot of money.”
“There you go,” said Meyer. “What do you think about that?”
“Fuck, it hurts,” I said, and passed out.
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Later they told me that the older couple who owned the house we shot up had been tied up and locked in a storage room and were safe. Had we not intervened, they likely would have been killed along with the Morrisons. Richard’s doctor dug the bullet out of me and patched me up and gave me meds. Despite the antibiotics I picked up an infection and a fever. When I finally woke up I was weak as a kitten and the bed was drenched with sweat and I was lying next to a very naked Cyndi.
“You’re awake,” she said, and drew me to her. My head was lying on her breast and instinct took over and I sucked her nipple into my mouth.
“Hmmm,” she said. “Nice.” Then louder, “Girls?”
My women came through the door along with Jen, Buddy, Meyer and Richard Morrison. I took my mouth off of his wife’s tit.
“Sorry,” I said.
“It’s what I’d do,” Richard said. “It’s good to see you’re awake.”
“How long have I been out?”
“Two days,” Dawn said.
“Why is Cyndi in bed with me?”
“We’ve been taking turns,” Mary Beth said. “You had a fever and you were shivering. There’s always been someone with you.”
“Yeah, I feel so much closer to you now,” Meyer said.
“Eeww,” I said. “Make him stop.”
“Oh my goodness,” Cyndi said. She pushed down the sheet and looked at me. My hard cock was pressed against her leg. She reached down and started stroking it.
“It’s official,” Jen said. “He’s recovered.”
“God, Richard, I don’t know what to say,” I said.
“Are you fucking kidding me? We owe you everything. If my wife wants to play with you a little, so be it.”
“I don’t think I have the strength to roll over,” I said to Cyndi. “If I did, you might be in trouble.”
“I’ll take that kind of trouble.”
“I need water,” I said. “And I gotta pee.”
“Good signs,” said Meyer. He put his arm around Morrison and they and Buddy left the room. I pushed myself up to a sitting position and paused. Then swung my legs out and rested them on the floor and paused again. Then pushed myself up to stand. And passed out. The girls told me later that my head hit the floor with a sickening smack. As soon as I was down I came to again. They were all over me, trying to make me well.
“I’m okay, I’m okay,” I said. “I’m dehydrated.” I recognized the signs. “I’ll probably pass out again if I stand up. Need water.”
“Right here,” Jay said. She handed me an open bottle and I drank it down.
“Another,” I said. She gave it to me and I drank that down too.
“Bathroom,” I said. The girls got me up and we moved to the bathroom and I didn’t pass out, but I was floating and woozy. Mary Beth pushed up the toilet lid and the seat and Jen and Georgia held me up and Cyndi held my cock.
“Go,” she said. And I let loose.
“God, this is so cool,” she said. “I’ve never done this before.” Cyndi moved my cock around to aim the spray at various parts of the toilet. Dawn giggled.
“I’m glad you’re having fun,” I said. I wasn’t close to stopping. I didn’t think I’d ever peed so much in my life.
“Oh, I am,” Cyndi said. She looked at my girls. “You know that I’m going to have to have him, right?”
“Yeah, we’d pretty much figured that,” said Dawn. “But what about your husband?”
“Nah,” Cyndi said. “He’s only into women.”
The girls cracked up and I finished peeing and I passed out again.