Unspoken Pleasure by Erotica

Just One Drink; 21

On the walk back to her apartment she wondered if they'd ever be stopped. She doubted it. As long as there were shy young girls in the world to manipulate and use there would be men like this to do exactly that. Besides - no one else knew what was happening. Violet was about the only person in the world in a position to do something about this, but she didn't dare, did she? These thoughts consumed her as she walked through the cold, and it was only when she was getting ready for bed that she reached a conclusion. She absolutely couldn't do this. Even if James would have kept her after he'd found his next girl, this was something she absolutely couldn't live with.

She'd never been this conflicted before, but instead of going to bed and waiting for James to come and reward her for the terrible thing she'd done, she got dressed again in boots and a dark hoodie, then grabbed her field hockey stick from her closet. She hadn't played in years, but it made for the perfect self defense weapon now that she was living alone. Once these preparations were in place, Violet went up one flight of stairs and tried Brittany's room. The door was locked, and she couldn't find a spare key tucked away under the mat or on top of the door frame, so instead she went outside and climbed up the fire escape. Unfortunately the window was locked too. Violet sighed - how was she supposed to save this girl if she couldn't get into the apartment?

She didn't have to wait long for an answer though. Ten minutes later she saw the front door open and in walked the pair of monsters she knew so well, half dragging the nearly insensible blond girl between them. Watching them do this to the poor girl made Violet's heart pound in her throat, and made her eyes tear up. How could they do this to Brittany? How could they have done it to her?! Real anger welled up for the first time in months as she watched James position his camera and then have a little talk with Thomas. This was all a game to them. The broken lives that they left in their wake didn't matter to either of them. Then James was leaving, probably to go to her place, and Violet noticed that he hadn't bothered to lock the door when he left.

Like a shot she was back down the fire escape and then a quick elevator ride later, Violet was marching back to Brittany's door. As she slipped inside the door, she slid the deadbolt closed behind her, and then stalked slowly toward the bedroom. Thomas for his part was completely distracted as he played with the partially undressed woman on the bed in front of him. "You've got some nice tits hidden under there, Brittany." "Look, I appreciate you helping me home," the girl responded, sounding scared, "But I don't--"

responded, trying to keep her calm. "I got you home safe, and now

in the process. Even for a small guy,

really matter what you're into, slut, because in a couple minutes I'm going to be in--" Thomas started, before Violet brought her field hockey stick down on his head with all the force she could muster. He had time to cry out in pain and turn his head, but Violet was already bringing the stick down again and again as she vented her fury on her rapist. On the fourth blow he grabbed at the weapon for a moment, but lacked the strength or coordination to take it from her and tumbled off the bed as he tried. Once on the floor Violet switched to kicking him over and over

"I'm not going to let either of them hurt you. I'm so sorry

her with unfocused

the one to do something so awful to Brittany, she knew that the girl was drugged and half out of her mind. Even knowing all that she still couldn't quite bring herself to pull away

only the occasional nervous glance at the unconscious man on the floor, they became a ball of tangled limbs and hungry mouths as Brittany sought to show her gratitude and Violet gave in to temptation. Using this girl that she'd drugged only an hour ago was as bad as what James had done to her, on some level, but it felt too good to stop. Eventually Brittany's mouth drifted to her sensitive nipples and her hands slid into Violet's panties. For her part, Violet did nothing to stop the other girl, especially after she slid a finger inside of her needy little pussy. The wrongness of this situation made it incredibly hot. As she ground her mound against the other girl's hand and moaned into her hungry mouth Violet wondered if she would have done something like this before James had tainted her. Was she always a bad person, or had she just become one recently she wondered. Soon this train of thought became too hard to continue on as Brittany started kissing her way down the body of her 'rescuer'. Violet just laid back on the bed, so she could keep an eye on the unconscious rapist laying on the floor at the same time as she watched the eager little victim pleasuring her. It was an electric contrast that made her feel too good to

and deep through her panties before she started trying to pull them down, "Show

wet kisses of Violet's