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 cand 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 tin months as she

watched James position his camera and then have a little talk with Thomas. This was all a gto 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 snice tits hidden under there, Brittany." "Look, | appreciate

you helpinghome," the girl responded, sounding scared, "But | don't--"

"What's the problem baby," Thomas responded, trying to keep her calm. "I got you hsafe, and now I'm

helping you get undressed for bed. You shouldn't be fighting- you should be thanking me."

"And | appreciate that, I-I do, but I'm not really in-into guys." she stammered. Violet was close enough that she

could see her pulling back into a more defensive position as she tried to cover herself. Thomas responded by

grabbing her ankles and yanking her forward again, peeling off the jeans in the process. Even for a small guy,

Thomas was obviously stronger than her in normal circumstances, but drugged as she was, Brittany didn't stand

a chance. She seemed to be fighting as hard to stay awake as she was against the man in bed with her. This just

made Violet tighten the grip on her weapon that much more.

"It doesn't 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 tto

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 again in the head and chest until he stopped moving. Only then did she stop hitting him and

move to the frightened girl.

"It's okay Brittany. I'm here," Violet said, "I'm not going to let either of them hurt you. I'm so sorry that--"

"Violet?" Brittany interrupted, looking at her with unfocused eyes. "You cback. You saved me."

"| just knew you were in trouble," she started, blushing at the unearned praise. "After what I did I--" Then Brittany

interrupted her with a kiss. For a moment Violet tried to pull back from the sweet gesture. She had no right to it.

Even if she hadn't been 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 from the pretty blond

girl who took it as all the permission she needed to let her warm hands wander across Violet's petite little body.

Underneath the hoodie and sweatpants, Violet was wearing only a tshirt and panties, and Brittany was only

wearing a pink thong, so there was very little to get in the way of their passion once Violet had given in to the

pleasure of the smaller girl. With only the occasional nervous glance at the unconscious man on the floor, they

beca 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

slevel, 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 becone

recently she wondered. Soon this train of thought bectoo 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 stas she watched the eager little victim pleasuring her. It

was an electric contrast that made her feel too good to feel bad about it.

"Mmmmmhmm... that's right baby," Violet moaned as Brittany finally reached her pussy, kissing it hard and

deep through her panties before she started trying to pull them down, "Showhow grateful you are."

"Thank you," Brittany whispered between her long wet kisses of Violet's clit, "Thank you. Thankyou.

Thankyouthankyouthankyou."

Brittany wasn't as good as sof the other women she'd been in bed with, but between her eagerness and the

fucked up nature of the situation, Violet was getting close to her first orgasm after only a minute of sucking and

fingering. As a small bomb went off in her brain she thought about it. How long had it been since she'd had a girl

in her bed? The answer didn't matter. It was a lifetago. The Violet that had been afraid of boys, and afraid to

take initiative with girls was long dead now. She was someone else.

Violet reached down and grabbed her eager young lover, pulling her up to kiss her, and tasting the familiar tang

of her cunt on the other girl's mouth. Wordlessly she rolled over until Brittany was pinned beneath her, and then

she flipped around until both girls were locked in a passionate 69. Violet's slim thighs did little to muffle the

moans of the other girl as soon as she started to attack her shaved pussy properly. They lay there, tangled and

twisted, devouring each other like starving women. Tlost all meaning in the throes of ecstasy as they were

both pleasured by and pleasured the other. It was a heady mix of lust and passion, and Violet ctwice more

before she realized that her partner was no longer making any more cute sounds.