The Church of the Chosen--Part 2 - Sex Stories

The Church of the Chosen--Part 2

... more. The ride to the church would be a breeze. My only concern would be to avoid detection. I pedaled away quickly, hesitating for a minute at the intersection before turning right and accelerating down the slight grade. Studies have shown that three o’clock is the hour when most people are either asleep or most tired and sluggish. I was praying the studies were accurate. Keeping to the shadows I made my way to the church in less than thirty minutes, averaging only fifteen miles an hour—a relatively slow speed for me. I hid my bike in a small copse of trees about a quarter mile away. I walked quickly to the rear of the church, pulling a small incendiary from my bag. This device, unlike most, was made of materials that would be completely consumed in the ensuing fire. I found the electrical junction box and identified two wires on opposite sides of the box, connecting the device between them. Once the magnesium ignited it would burn away the cardboard casing and create a short circuit. If done in the right place the short circuit would fuse the wires together creating incredible heat and fire. The key was to put it before the current reached the circuit breakers. I lit the fuse; it would ignite in exactly five minutes. The FBI Lab in Quantico does some interesting work and this device was one of the results. I was behind a clump of trees in the Mitchells’ back yard when it blew. The fire was growing wildly ten minutes later when I first heard the sirens and saw the lights go ...

... on in the house. It wouldn’t damage the brick building, but the electrical box would be completely destroyed. Research had shown that the fire would last for at least forty-five minutes; I thought that would give me more than enough time to do my work. Rev. Mitchell and Mistress Ethel ran out, completely ignoring their security. I strolled in, pulling the stocking down over my head, when they were fifty yards away. I figured tit for tat would be perfect so I had a number of smoke alarm covers in my pack. I replaced every one with mine, each complete with video and audio, but with much higher definition than the ones they were using. I was almost done when I entered the final room on the second floor. I stopped at the doorway, shocked by what I saw. There were more than a hundred monitors, each of which had four separate pictures on the screen. At this hour virtually, but not quite all of them were dark. I affixed the final smoke alarm and headed for the door. I ran into the good Rev. Mitchell half way down the stairs. They were dark so he didn’t get a good look at me. The stocking would have distorted my features even if he had. I lashed out with the heel of my hand, catching his jaw with the vicious blow. My second blow brought the side of my hand against his temple, knocking him unconscious. I allowed him to fall down the five stairs to the floor. Hearing Mistress Ethel entering the back door, I left through the front and was hidden in the shrubs by the time she found her ...