Guardian Angel


Posted by SK on August 27, 2001 at 06:38:21:

Guardian Angel

by SnuffKing


"Take them off, you little cunt!" The fat guy in the worn-out jeans grunted and pressed the knife a little harder against her belly. She would have protested, but couldn't, because the tall, bald guy was still forcing his smelly, foul-tasting dick down her throat. Instead she just pulled down her pants, thinking that it would be better to just get it over with. Perhaps if she fucked them good, they'd be so worn down that she'd get a chance to escape.

"That's a nice piece of ass, girl!" The fat guy grunted and grabbed her hips. She heard the zip as he undid his fly and swallowed hard as she felt the head of his dick prodding against her anus. Fuck, this was going to hurt her bad, she thought. She'd never taken it up the ass before, and even though these guys had pathetically small dicks, she knew it would hurt to take it there, at least without any kind of lubrication.

"This is going to hurt you a lot, slut, but I think you're a bit too tight for me!" The fat guy laughed and pressed the knife against her anus. Oh my God, he's going to cut me open, she thought.

"Hi, fat boy! Better put down that knife right now!" She heard a voice yell behind her. She couldn't see anything, but the guy in front of her pulled back, so his dick slipped out of her mouth. She spat, trying to get rid of the horrible taste. Meanwhile she heard a clank as the fat guy's knife hit the pavement.

"Hi lady, settle down, would you?" The fat guy said, his voice suddenly thin and screechy. The sentence was followed by a strange little sound, a muffled thud, like a small ball hitting rubber. Then she felt wet stains all over her back. The thin guy in front of her let go of her wrists. He backed away from her, a panicked expression on his ugly face, his hands reaching for the sky.

"You better run, dick-face!" The voice behind her laughed. The thin guy turned and ran.

"Fuck! You shot me, bitch! You fucking ... heeeerh... shot me!" The voice was barely recognisable as belonging to the fat man. Now free, she stood up, pulled her pants up and turned around. The fat guy lay on the pavement, gasping in a pool of blood, while he was clutching at his chest. Blood oozed from between his fingers and red saliva dripped from his lips when he heaved for air. She realised that the wet stains on her back was blood. His blood.

"I apologise for the mess. Here, let me get that." A voice said and a young woman stepped out from the shadows of the small street. She held a gun in one hand. With the other she pulled out a handkerchief.

"Turn around and I'll get it." She said. Gina turned and felt the other woman wipe the blood of her back.

"Hi you... heeerh... help me!" The fat guy gasped.

"You want one?" The other woman said as she'd finished cleaning Gina. She held forward her hand, in which lay two pieces of gum. Gina took them, grateful to get something to dispel the foul taste in her mouth.

"Don't... heeerh... just stand here! I'm... heeerh... bleeding!" The fat guy yammered. Gina looked down at him, confused, not really knowing what to do, but the other woman continued to ignore him.

"I'm Jessica. Gad I could help." The woman said and gave her a hug. "Don't let it get you down. Some men are pigs. Just forget this ever happened."

"Thank you. Thank you so much." Gina said and wrapped her arms around Jessica. Then she began to cry.

"Stop whining, will you! It was just two perverts. They don't mean anything!"

"They were going to kill me! You saved my life!" Gina blurted in between her tears.

"No... heeerh... we... heeerh.... were not!" The fat guy protested.

"You shut up, fucker!" Jessica said and pointed the gun at him. Gina wanted to look away, but it was too late. She heard another of the small thuds and the fat guy's head exploded.

"Done. Now you get your ass home in bed." Jessica said and pushed Gina away. Gina felt so desperate and alone, now that she no longer had her arms around Jessica.

"I'm scared. Can you follow me home? Please?" Gina whispered.

"Hey, what are you suggesting?" Jessica said and stared at her, curiously, as if she could not quite determine what she was looking at.

"It's dark. I'm cold and scared. Could you walk me home?"

"Fuck! Walk you home? Who do you think I am? Your fucking nanny?" Jessica hissed. The expression on her face changed only subtly, but Gina got the message. She took a few steps back, scared and confused.

"Why are you so angry? I just don't want to be left alone." Gina whispered. She couldn't hold back her tears.

"Of course you don't, do you? No, you want me to talk you home, you want me to comfort you and heal you and make everything OK, don't you? You want me to baby you, don't you, you fucking cry-baby!?" Jessica spat and walked towards Gina. Gina stared into Jessica's eyes, trying to guess where she had gone wrong. She didn't know what was more horrible, the rape, Jessica's anger, or the prospect of being left alone on the dark, cold streets.

"No, I just don't want to be alone." Gina sobbed, unable to keep her voice steady.

"And now you start whining, don't you? AFTER I fucking saved your ass!" Jessica said and raised the gun.

"No, stop!" Gina screamed and stretched her arms towards Jessica.

"You're so fucking weak, Gina, you're all so fucking WEAK!" Jessica hissed. Then she pulled the trigger.

Gina's body slumped forward, onto the knees. Her eyes looked up at Jessica for a few seconds. Then she fell forward, her face slamming into the pavement in the pool of blood that surrounded the fat guy.

It's no fucking worth it, Jessica thought. They were just too fucking weak. She wasted her precious time walking the streets, trying to protect them. She had learned to be strong, to take care of herself, wasn't that what the feminine revolution was all about? This was the last fucking time, she thought. Tomorrow she'd turn in her gun and badge.