-------------------------------------------------------------
The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.
The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
-------------------------------------------------------------
- This story ist part of the Ravished in a Flash Tournament
- It competes against Good guys finish last in the QF-4 match
- Theme: Good guys finish last
-------------------------------------------------------------
Good guys finish last
It was Friday night, just before midnight, when Joe left his favorite bar. Like almost every Friday, he went there to have a few drinks and enjoy the music. And occasionally to pick up a woman who would then spend the night with him.
Today, however, he hadn't had any luck, so he left the bar earlier than usual. He had enjoyed a few drinks, but he didn't feel drunk.
To get home, he decided to take the shorter route through the park. It was poorly lit, but as a man, he'd never had any problems or gotten into trouble there.
About halfway through the park, he suddenly heard cries for help. It was a woman's voice, calling "Help, police!" loudly at first, but later in a choking voice.
He tried to figure out where the cries for help were coming from. The voice seemed to be coming directly from the path he was currently walking along. So he quickened his steps, and sure enough, after a short while, in the dim light of a park lamp, he could see two people who appeared to be fighting with each other. One of them, apparently a man, was throwing the other person to the ground and putting his hands around her neck.
Joe started running toward the two of them. There was obviously a woman in distress, and he would try to help her. He wasn't worried the he himself might be in danger or even getting hurt. He was 6'3" tall, and as he regularly went to the gym, he would hopefully have enough strength to pull the stranger away from the woman and put him to flight.
When he was only about 50 meters away from the two of them, he shouted loudly, "Hey, let go of the woman!"
The man, who still had his hands around the woman's neck, was startled. He turned toward the voice and realized that a tall man was running toward him. He briefly considered what to do. Then he decided to flee.
Breathing heavily, Joe reached the woman lying on the ground. In the light of the lantern, he could see that she was a brunette, about 40 years old. The top of her thin summer dress had been torn during the struggle when the perpetrator tried to tear it off her body. The hem of the dress had ridden up her long legs, revealing white panties underneath.
Joe bent down to the woman. He felt her pulse, which was weak but regular. He put his ear to the woman's mouth and noticed that she also seemed to be breathing weakly. Just to be safe, he placed his hands on her chest to see if it was still rising and falling in rhythm with her breathing.
Okay, the woman was unconscious, but still alive. Since she could breathe on her own and her pulse was still beating, he didn't need to attempt resuscitation.
And now? Joe thought about it. The easiest thing was probably to call the police and kkep an eye on the woman until they arrived on the scene.
As he pondered this, he noticed that his hands were still on the woman's chest. Through the torn-off summer dress, he could see a lace-trimmed bra and, beneath it, the beginnings of beautiful, firm breasts.
Jo kept his hands on her breasts. His gaze wandered down to the woman's legs. Beautiful, slender legs peeped out from under the short summer dress. And then his gaze fell on the white panties visible under the hem of the dress.
Unconsciously, his cock began to stir at the sight. Yes, here was an unconscious woman who had obviously been the victim of an attempted rape. And who needed his help.
All of a sudden, thoughts flashed through Joe's mind. Thoughts of the rape fantasies he occasionally had. In which he had imagined situations similar to the current one.
He was seized by an idea that both disturbed and excited him.
The woman lying before him was still unconscious. If he would rape her now, when she woke up, all she would only be able to remember how the stranger had attacked her and choked her until she fell consciousness. She wouldn't be able to remember what Joe had done.
This was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. And after a brief hesitation, Joe seized his chance. He turned the woman onto her back, pushed her dress over her hips until her panties were revealed. Ripped the bra off her body so he could see her full breasts. He pulled her panties down her legs until her bare, clean-shaven pussy lay before him. He hesitated for a moment, then unzipped his pants. He pulled them and his underwear down to his knees so that his hard cock could rise up.
Joe took a condom, which he always carried with him, out of his trouser pocket. Slipped it over his cock. Spread the woman's legs. And then, without further ado, he penetrated the woman's tight, dry pussy. Pushed his cock deep into the tight hole against the resistance. Fucked the still unconscious woman. And it didn't take long for him to cum deep inside her.
Jo lay on top of her for a moment before he pulled out of her, wiped his cock and pulled his pants back up. He let the condom disappear into his trouser pocket.
At that moment, the woman lying on the ground began to stir and regain consciousness. Joe bent down to her. He took her hands and told the woman that everything was fine and that the police would be here shortly. Then he called the emergency number and told her that he had chased off a rapist in the park.
No one would ever know that he himself had raped the woman.
Yes, the good guys finish last...
