All in an instant, her attacker’s body swiftly lifted away from her as if being dragged away, accompanied by a painful yelping. Redirecting her gaze, the curvy woman looked up to see a very tall, dark skinned woman standing above her glaring down beneath her feet; there, the attacker lay flat on his pack in a daze, his chest heaving intensely. The red haired woman quickly made her way to the attacked woman’s side, “Are you okay!?” She lifted her into a seated position and hugged her terrified, weakened form close, the two large pairs of breasts pressing tightly together as the raped woman quivered and curled up against one of her two saviors. A few feet away stood the statuesque amazon, “She okay?” The red haired girl nodded, “I think she will be… deal with him?” By this point the frail rapist had begun to crawl away, but his attempts were in vain; the muscular form of the dark skinned woman carried her over to the attacker and took position over him. Desperately the man flailed as he tried to free himself from the mighty woman’s grasp, clawing and kicking as she lifted him off the grass by his neck and glared intensely through the slats in his mask directly into his tear filled eyes, “Please… I… I couldn’t control myself… I thought it was a dream!” Her plated hand tightened on his throat, her eyes narrowing into the most violent of glares as she held his entire body suspended off the ground with a single arm.
“A dream…? You thought you were dreaming? Do you think you’re dreaming now?” Her booming, yet strangely womanly voice shook the pale man’s entire body as he slowly stopped resisting, “Y-yeah…! Would I really… attack her if it wasn’t…..?” Tears flowed from his eyes as the burn of his straining muscles became more intense, using every bit of his strength just to help relief the weight of his own body off of his neck. “…I guess if you thought it was just a dream… I mean you can do anything in dreams. Yes?” The rapist nodded the best he could, his plated fingers digging into the powerful woman’s arm so tightly blood had begun to drip. Gently, the dark skinned woman lowered the attacker to his feet and loosened her grip, though she did not release him; taking a softer tone she leaned closer, “So… did you get to finish?” She glanced down at the man’s still half mast erection, glistening in the dim lighting from his victim’s fluids. “I… no, but I…” The man was dumbfounded, and before he could so much as answer he found the mighty woman reaching down and firmly grasping him by his manhood. “If you thought it was just a dream… how could you have done anything wrong? …Want me to help?” There was a silence, his mind a blur of incomprehensible thoughts, but soon his lust took hold once again and the blood rushed to his now fully engorged penis. Tenderly the woman stroked his shaft as it grew rigged, up from the base to the head, then back down until the grasp of her hand was fully enveloping the man’s swollen cock base and balls. It took only a second, but as soon as she could hear so much as a “Ye-…” escape his lips her violent scowl returned and her grasp clenched tighter than ever before. Blood streaked across the cold grass at their feet as it gushed from the rapist’s open crotch, and soon his freshly torn away manhood went with it.
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