Chad tightened his arms around Sara's limp body as curious onlookers gathered around them. The little bald hotel manager approached him. "Is the young lady okay? Shall I call for the hotel doctor?" he asked. Sara who was struggling against the unconsciousness snapped up at the word doctor. "No!" she moaned pitifully, winding her arms tightly around Chad's next and burying her face in the warmth of his chest. "The lady doesn't want to see a doctor. I'm in charge of her now, so if you could step aside I can take her to get some rest." Chad spoke in a voice that held no room for argument. The manager looked uncertain at first, then so the no nonsense look in the blonde giants eyes, besides the sooner they left the lobby, the lobby would clear from all the people that had assembled. Chad carefully lifted Sara in his arms and took to his room.
He laid her gently on the bed. Sara lay there immobile though her eyes were wide open. "We have to get you out of this dress. You'll have to give me the key to your room so I can get your nightdress or something," he spoke gently.
"No! Please don't leave me Chad. I'm so scared," she got up on her knees and flung her arms around him tightly and sobbed wildly. When her tears subsided a bit he asked the question that had been on his mind the moment he say her in the lobby.
"Who did this to you?" he asked harshly.
"Greg Wilde did it. I thought he was my friend and he..." and with that she broke into fresh tears. He smoothed her hair while she cried, damning the bastard who had done this to her. He vowed that he would find the this Greg Wilde, and if he didn't kill him, he would sure as hell beat the crap out of him.
"It's going to be all right. I'm hear now," he whispered in her ear. She seemed to calm down at his soothing words. He held Sara until she had fallen asleep in his arms. When she was finally asleep he unwrapped himself from her. She was so pale his heart squeezed at the sight. She looked so helpless, and beautiful lying there. He knew that he could stare all night but he had to get her out of the torn dress that was nearly exposing all of her assets. He gently worked the dress off her body. The only thing she wore underneath was the briefest of bikini panties. He gasped at the perfection of her body. Her small firm breasts were crowned with nipples of a deep pink, that begged to be kissed.
Although he felt like a total asshole, he couldn't stop himself from leaning over and putting his lips to one waiting peak. He kissed it, and straightened back up, then he leaned over once more to take it more fully into his mouth enjoying the taste of her. He sucked lightly until a moan escaped her lips. He straightened up once more hoping that what he had done had not woken her up. She just lay there, out cold. He felt like a major dick for taking advantage of this woman when she was in such a state. After that he swiftly retrieved one of his T-shirts and slipped in on her, and then tucked her soundly under the covers. He watched her for a few moments to see if there were any signs of her waking but she showed none.
