Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... said, again hoping to diffuse the situation a bit or at least get J.D. to calm down.

“You’ve had over eighteen years to figure it out… to talk… to make amends and own up to your fucking around. Guess what? Time’s up!” J.D. said with a raging roar, his face beet red in the low light of the old lantern on the bench a few feet to his left.

“I may not be a perfect man, but I’m trying to change my ways… honestly I am…” Duke began but J.D. was just not having any more of it.

“Shut it, bastard! No more talkin! It’s time to die!” J.D. screamed and lunged for real this time.

The tableau shifted into slow motion for all involved. J.D. lunged forward, the long bayonet on the end of the rifle aimed at Duke’s stomach. Duke raised his hands defensively to fend off the attack. The knife catching him in his right forearm, piercing between the two bones, the ulna and the radius. Painful indeed but not a fatal wound. Duke tried to grab the rifle with his left hand but J.D. twisted it and brought the butt of the stock up to hit him on the side of Duke’s head.

The head blow staggered Duke who fell to his knees. The blood spurting from his right forearm was finally noticed by his wife Caroline and the other two girls. Caroline screamed, Deeny and Yvonne back peddled further into the corner. J.D. pulled the rifle back in preparation for another lunge.

Duke felt something under his knee on the floor and realized what it was. He grasped it in his left hand and brought the short ...

... length of chain up in an arching trajectory that made contact with right side of J.D.s jaw. It was a glancing blow but it was enough to turn the crazed man’s head and therefore his aim as he lunged again with the bayonet tipped rifle.

The blade had been aimed, again, at Duke’s midsection. The strike to the side of his face caused his aimed blow to shift lower. The tip of the blade pierced Duke’s jeans in the crotch, spearing through part of his scrotum and stabbing deeply into his upper thigh and buttocks. A serious wound, but again, not a fatal one.

The blow to J.D.s face by the chain staggered him. He lost control of his rifle and tumbled heavily to his left crashing bodily into the work bench on which the old lantern was resting. The crash sent the lantern tumbling to straw covered floor. The glass bell shattered and the naked flame soon caught the straw on fire.

Pandemonium reigned. Caroline screamed yet again, seeing the tip of the blade protruding from Duke’s backside. Deeny and Yvonne finally snapped out of their shocked state of mind. Yvonne wrapping herself in her cape, Deeny rushed forward to her mother and her father. J.D. used the table to regain his footing and then noticing the fire, turned and fled, abandoning both his rifle and the target he had so desperately wanted to destroy.

Caroline didn’t know what to do. Her heart was racing, her eyes were wide with shock and fear. She knew she had to save her child and her husband, but what to do first? Deeny ...