Rescued

By tricepps@hotmail.com

He held me tight, I still could not see his face, but could feel the ripples of his iron body. His arms completely encompassed my body, his legs sissored around the rest of my hard tanned body. This man was strong, obviously. I was no match for his tremendous strength. I was immobilized and helpless. Another of his rogue friends gently stroked my 44 inch size DD breasts. The others were waiting their turns.

The shield of bravery I commanded gave way. I began to cry. My mouth quivered as my fear of the impending rape became an almost foregone conclusion. They laughed and they drank. And they smelled as if they hadn't bathed for weeks. Why did I have to wander into THIS place? Why did I have to get lost in this part of town? I guess I'm just a moron, for not having brought my cellphone. I mean, talk about stupid! Here I am lost in the worst part of Chicago, dressed in a stunning tight one-piece mini, with a body to kill for! To enter a dump like this and actually expect help! I guess I deserve what I get.

The bar itself smelled of years of beer spillage. The bartender, I think his name was Phil, was missing one tooth presumably from rot, and had a patch over one eye. He eyed me with pleasure as the ripped animal kept me in a frozen state. I worked out, and it showed, but I was no match for this behemoth. Even if I was to somehow wiggle out, the others would be upon me. There were seven in all. I think they enjoyed the look of fear in my eyes. The stench was overpowering. A clock ticked on the wall. The men began to encircle me, as I squirmed, my shoes flew off my feet. One pulled a bandana of his dirty, sweaty head. The bandana was placed over my eyes. I gave in to the fear as a loud piercing scream escaped from my throat.

I screamed, waiting for the touch of the ogres. Perhaps it wouldn't be too bad, if I just let my mind drift to another place.

Suddenly, a loud crash followed by a thud. A period of silence due to a collective gasp.

"Oh? Who the fuck do we have here? Another one? This must be our fuckin' day! She's mine boys" said a deep voice.

"Watch out, Bobby-she's a lot stronger than she looks-I mean-look what she did to Sam!"

The grip around my body tightened. Did I sense a moment of apprehension? Perfume replaced the stench. My fear was replaced by wonder. More confused than ever.

"Take this, bitch!" followed by a thumping.

"And this!" followed by two more thumps.

"Shit!" It's like hittin a fuckin wall."

"Whatsa matter, Dick? She too hard for ya? Ha Ha Ha. I mean, look at her. What a fuckin babe! Just needs some fuckin training! Hold here arms back-yeah, that's it boys. Not as strong as you thought, eh, bitch? That wasn't so hard, was it?"

The sound of struggling, but, it wasn't the mystery person-It was the ogres! What was going on here?

"Let's see how you like these brass knuckles, bitch! And wipe the damn smile off your face, or you'll end up like Carol over there!"

"Hold her boys. Time to teach this bitch a lesson!"

I could feel the vibration of his foot as he stomped to the floor, thrusting his presumably brass protected knuckles into the target. I waited for the scream, but heard only the dull thump sounding like a baseball bat striking. Two more thumps.

"Hold her! I just need more more shot-Nobody can take this kind of punishment!"

"Shit-.can't hold her arms back here-MUCH LONGER" Groaned one

"Yeah-this bitch is strong!!" groaned another-

The sound of struggling-

"Umphhhh" Thunk-thunk!!

"GASP" screamed the man with the brass knuckles. "how the fuck did you do THAT???"

The man holding me sat upright, releasing my body. In a matter of minutes, my fears were now completely transformed to inquisition. I ripped off the bandana. The sight so stunned me, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.

She was at least 6' tall, aided by the four inch heels. She had long, raven back hair, which flowed like water over her shoulders. Her eyes were dark and seductively menacing. They were completely focused on me. I slowly gazed down the rest of her body. She was built unlike anyone I had ever encountered. Her breasts were HUGE. She wore a tight blouse that, through it I could see extraordinary upper chest muscles and huge hard beefy orbs below. He nipples presses hard against the white blouse. Her upper pocket carried what appeared to be a pack of cigarettes.

My eyes slowly lowered below her massive breasts to a hardened mountain of abdominal muscle which coursed with power as she controlled her "captors". Her white blouse was untucked and rose to about mid- stomach level, presumably due to the position that she held her prey.

My eyes continued down her womanly physique to the light green miniskirt. The wide hips accentuated her comic book like hourglass figure. Again, muscles danced on her upper tight. She were not gigantic, but in proportion with the rest of her toned body. She was obviously in very good shape, I thought to my self as I ran my eyes down to her nice tight calves. She was actually leaning nonchalantly on one foot, her other slight crossed.

She appeared very much at ease, which heighten my senses even more as my gaze was pulled from her lower legs to the two sets of feet which were level with her knees at this point.

Near as I could tell, each man had held an arm behind her back. Mighty girl had somehow wiggled out, gripped each by a belt buckle and lifted each high enough to slam them unconscious into the rafters. Not only that, she continued to hold their near lifeless bodies, doubled over, in each hand. She smiled nicely at me, winked and then tossed each onto the area where the one they call "Sam" lay prostrate on the floor as the base of the stairs. Glancing at the top of the concrete steps, and the formerly large wooden door was now a splintered shambles.

I shimmied off the pool table, and the superbabe gave me a delicious smile. I had always liked strong people up to now, but they had always been of the opposite sex. Something moved within me as I smile back at this sexy woman. I suddenly felt fearless. This girl was going to make everything alright.

She winked and motioned me to approach. I fixed my hair a little and eased over to her. My legs wobbled mildly. But, still, I looked as sexy as ever.

She whispered. "Hun, you can't be comin' down to these parts. You are liable to get hurt." As she spoke, she looked me up and down and then winkled her eyes and shook her wrist. "Especially with THAT body. The name is Samantha, you ken call me Sam." she said in a delightfully southern drawl.

"Mine's Carol." An exquisite handshake.

I blushed, then realized that the remainder of the boys were regrouping. Stupid, stupid men! "Lucky I was walking by and heard your scream. Very lucky for ME. I like to teach these "toughguys" a lesson every so often." With that she winked and turned at the group huddled in the corner.

They had armed themselves. A bat. A lead pipe. Chains. Numchucks.

The numchuck guy was first. He showed off spinning, weaving. "Gonna show you now! " As he swung SHE extended her arm. The chuck whacked her arm, she gripped the numchuck at it chain and pulled it from his hands tossing it to the side. The numchuck dude backed up, but was not fast enough! Quick as a lioness, she grab his crotch hoisted him high above her head. She then slammed his body into the concrete wall across the room, his body landing on the pile.

The chain guy, as she was turn tried to blind side her swinging wildly as her mid back and wrapping around her solid midsection. He pulled the chain and twisted it, trying to strangle her mid section. She "made a muscle" and plink-plink-plink-the chain links snapped to the floor. As he tried to run, she grabbed his belt from behind pulled him back. "That wasn't nice to attack me when I wasn't ready!"

She sat and laid him over her beautiful medium muscled knee! Whap, whap, whap!!! "tee hee-mmmm, Carol-how about a whack at it?"

I balled my fist and hit his ass with all my might! "Take that, you and your asshole!!" He screamed in pain as Carol effortlessly held him down! WHAM, WHAM WHAM! I slam his ass until he was back and blue. He passed out from the pain. Super Samantha walked the beaten pile of man to the beaten pile of men. PLUNK.

The bat man, scared to death, came out swinging. SuperSam, getting weary of these brutes, took a direct hit to the tits. And again and again. Super Sam just shrugged. "Hmmmmmm, was that a love tap?" The last one slapped into her pack of cigaretted, squashing them hard against her iron tits. "Now I gotta buy more smokes? Shit!" A flash of anger. She ripped the bat from his hands a snapped it easily across her mighty knee. With a crack of her fist, the burly bartender hit the floor. Super Sam dragged his limp body to the corner.

"Pishhhhh" I whispered, "let me try the next guy." Oh that brought the biggest, most delicious grin to her mouth. She licked her lips. "Oh, I do like it so when the woman takes charge." She leaned and kiss me on the cheek nipples pressing. Her scent was overpowering. In fact, it was intoxicating. I struggled to keep my head clear. She whispered to me. "Take deep, deep breaths, my love" As I did, I feel a power course through my body. I feel so alive, so fearless, so womanly. As I leaned away, she smiled "Get a good enough whiff, sweetness?

I nodded. The last man was also the largest. Ironically, he was the man who was holding me on the pool table to begin with. His muscles danced. He looked relieved as Super Sam sat down. "Just me and you, dickhead!" I yelled-

To be continued. Let me know if you would like it continued-