Sold into Marriage

Chapter 10: Combat Training

Chapter 10: Combat Training
Copyright 2021 by John Wells. All Rights Reserved.

Dan took over for the next phase and move us to the gun range beyond the barn. He finally left me in control of my body. That left me both pissed at his control and sad as I missed his not engagement in my mind. Leading to planning my revenge on him before the night was over.

Boiling in oil was my first thought, because of the history lessons earlier. Of course, an oily fried Dan might likely get me locked up. However, he committed murder with a solid alibi, so I could, too. Maybe that was a little too much. I love him, and he actually helped me with his meddling.

Okay, controlling his body is a just payback. A roll in the horse poop, rubbing it everywhere. Seems reasonably like he made me feel. I can not believe he forced me to eat despite my stomach wanting to heave its contents. No, I would never feel safe kissing him after that.

The range had a building with an enormous walk in gun safe as part of it. There were targets stacked on a shelf. A decent distance away were six mounted targets with a small mound of dirt behind them. Beyond that was a huge mound to stop anything shot that way. I could feel a unique energy behind the small mound, so it was protecting something. I wonder how long it will take to recognize energy patterns to know what they are.

Instead of using guns, he had us make tiny power balls, the size of a grain of sand. We fired them at the stationary targets, picking up speed, until we had hundreds on their way there. The target had four small circles in the corners and a bigger one in the center. This was fun and I made sure I hit the exact spot I was aiming for despite the number of shots lined up making their way there. I made every five hit dead center of each of the circles.

Maybe hanging from a tree naked as a target. I am sure a bullet to his manhood would teach the asshole manners on how to treat your wife.

He fired off a bullet size one at an open target to blow it up and get our attention. He had each of us do the same to our targets. I made mine continue through the shattered target and make a cloud of dust in the mound it hit.

Next, he pressed a switch and clay targets randomly started flying from behind the closer mound. He destroyed them all in under a second. Each of us got a turn. None of us came close to nailing all fifty targets. Thinking about it, I realized what he did differently from us. We picked a target and hit or missed it before doing it once more. He fired fifty shots and escorted them to the targets next. That was why we built up the speed.

Maybe a few toes blown off would be okay. I would not miss them, having never seen them. Getting the energy bullets the right size to take out a toe and miss its neighbors would be good practice for the war that was coming.

Dan stated, “practice on your time until you’re perfect.”

I responded by using air to push the button, fired my shots, and nail all the targets. I did not get them in a second, but none hit the ground, though some were close.

Dan smiles as he yells at me, “I said your time.”

I respond, “teaching the trick would have helped.”

With the delay in my explosions versus my shots, I am sure it became obvious to the others what was needed to win. Now, I just needed to improve my timing.

Maybe a long session of hard spankings and standing naked in the corner for hours. My family’s rule was double your age in spankings and minutes. No, that would distract me too much.

Dan gave me Elaine and Jane to lead. He would take the younger three. He had us go to the river to play capture the flag. We were to place our flag somewhere near that location. They would do the same here. He would not take part in the battle, just advise his team. Grain of sand bullets were to be fired, and any hit was a kill. First team to get the flag or kill the other team wins. He hit all of us with a bullet, so we knew its pain.