My heart was pounding in my chest as I ran to the source of the screaming. It was late... real late... and I should have known not to be out on the streets of the city at this time of night. But the screaming woman should have known better too. I got out of a late movie and then just decided to walk the streets for a little bit to clear my head. Having a friend get raped and you can't talk about it with anyone has a way of doing that to you. I dunno why, but I guess I felt like getting even with someone. So hearing a crying plea for help caught my immediate attention.
I was trained better than to go rushing into the unknown, but all that seemed to go out the window. I wanted a piece of the little shits.
I broke out of the alley and saw the three youths holding you down, sneering at you, ripping your clothes away. It was obvious what they wanted. And it was equally obvious what I was going to do about it.
I moved quickly behind the nearest one and threw a powerful elbow into his ribs from behind, breaking them. His head shot up in a painful growl and I grabbed it and pulled him backwards, throwing him to the ground. He lay there gasping, trying to catch his breath as his comrads looked at me, surprised. I knew he wouldn't be any more trouble. He'd be lucky if his lung wasn't punctured.
I crouched, ready to attack the next guy. He moved towards me quickly, throwing rapid, swinging punches. I blocked them easily before smashing a heel-palm into his nose and then rapidly grabbing his arm, I swiveled into him and threw him over my back in a hip throw. He smashed hard onto the blacktop, dazed and hurting, but probably not out of the fight. I twisted his arm painfully in an armlock, thinking of breaking it. He was moaning loudly. My anger was welling up inside me making me want to hurt him badly.
"I'm gonna cut you, man," said the third. "You're gonna die, mutha fucka."
I spun to face him, releasing his friend, and noticed that you were crawling away from us, towards the wall of the building that framed the alley. You weren't too badly hurt, but were definitely shaken up.
The guy pulled a large knife from his belt and twisted and turned it in front of me, menacingly. He stabbed and swung it a few times. It missed me, but narrowly. This guy had a little more skill than the others. Another sweep and I trapped his arm, following it with a knee to his gut. He staggered backwards, breaking my grip, but caught his balance quickly. He moved into a ready stance as I moved towards him once more. I knew that I had to get this over with quickly, before something stupid happened and I got stabbed.
He came in with a low stabbing fake, followed by an upward slash. He was hoping to catch me attempting to grab his arm again, but I didn't fall for it. I leaned my head back out of range and let my leg come up into a groin kick. He groaned loudly after the thud but brought the knife right back down again. I circled outside of his arm and maintained the downward arc, just slightly redirecting it until it stabbed into his thigh. He howled in pain as the knife bit deep, stumbling back from me. I spun and struck him with a spinning hook kick in the face with the heel of my boot sending him flying to the ground, unconcious before he even hit it.
I looked at his buddies and saw one of them scrambling from the scene. I would have probably given chase, but I knew you needed attending to. I walked slowly over to you and found you whimpering and scared. Your clothing was torn, your arms marked with red spots and scrapes.
"Come on. Let's get you out of here," I said calmly, holding your arm to help you up. You tried to wrap the shards of your blouse around yourself, to hide your nakedness, to no avail. I led you out of the alley and to my car where we drove to the hospital to have you checked out. From the moment I picked you up, you clung to me tightly as if needing me to care for you. You were scared, shaking in my arms. The shock was evident, even without my training. It was difficult to drive with you clinging to me, but I managed to make it to the hospital ok. They had to pry you away from me and, eventually, they had to give you a sedative to calm you down before ushering you away.
There was a lot of paperwork and a lot of questions. I didn't know who you were or what you had as far as insurance, so I put it all in my name for now. I figure we'd sort it out later. After 5 hours, you were finally released. I was there to help you get home if needed. I wasn't sure if you had friends or family in the area that could help you. You were still groggy, so I figured I'd take you to my home, help you rest, and then take you home to your family tomorrow.
We finally arrived at the house and I moved you into the bedroom, removed the stupid cloth gown the hospital had given you, and tucked you into bed. You quickly snuggled deep into the comfortable bed and were fast asleep. I moved into the living room, stripped down to my boxers, and crashed on the couch with a blanket. It was a long day for me as well, so I fell asleep quickly.
I didn't sleep so well and in just a couple of hours I heard you making noise from a bad dream or something. I tossed the blanket aside and went into the bedroom. You were tossing and turning, calling out. It was a really bad nightmare, for sure. I figured that would happen. I lay on the bed behind you holding you tight, feeling you shivering. I held you tight against me, wrapping my arms around you, and you calmed down. Your hands grabbed my arms, holding me in place. You sensed the protection and were visibly calmed. You relaxed and snuggled more firmly against me. You needed the feeling of utter security at this point... a warm, strong body to hold and protect you against the demons in the world.
I had forgotten I was only in my boxers and as you moved back against me, your ass pushed into my cock and it began to harden. It was completly involuntary and I didn't want to scare you, so I pulled away a bit. But you would have none of that and pushed back even more, forcing my hardness up against you until it rest in the the crack of your ass. I felt your hips gyrate a little making me even harder. I wasn't sure if it was involuntary or on purpose, but it was definitely exciting me.
Your hand moved off my arm and I felt it slide against my outter thigh. You stroked it for a moment before grabbing behind my leg and pulling me into you. No, you weren't asleep. I buried my face into your hair and breathed deeply. Your smell was intoxicating. I gasped as your hand moved slightly between us and grazed my cock. I was breathing deeply now, practically panting in your ear. I wasn't sure this was a good idea, but my body had taken control now.
My hips pressed into you, letting your hand grip my hardness. You deftly slid my cock out of my boxers, putting us skin to skin. My precum wiped onto your ass, lubricating it a little. You shifted further still, opening your legs a little and slid my cock into your pussy. You pushed back slowly and firmly, moaning softly as I filled you, until I was deeply embedded. Then you lay still for a moment, enjoying the feeling.
I felt your pussy contract, almost milking me. I groaned and pulled away a few inches before sliding back in. I started a slow fucking motion, moving in and out of you. Your hand was back on my ass, pulling me in harder and deeper as you gripped me tightly.
"Oh gawd, yes," you moaned.
