Saving her from a fate worse than death - Feb/Mar Community Contest

[Shocker]

Teaser: Looking at her fit form, started to get aroused I went a bit further and settled myself against a tree, keeping my gaze on her. I wore big aviator sunglasses with mirrored lenses, so I wasn’t worried that anybody could tell what I was actually looking at.
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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.

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Title: Saving her from a fate worse than death
Author: Shocker
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Part of the February / March Community Contest containing the themes Park - cleanse - milkshake
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Saving her from a fate worse than death



It was a late July afternoon and I strolled through the park. The sun shining onto my back causing me to build a bit of sweat, despite wearing just a polo shirt and some slacks. When I reached the big fountain in the center of the park I saw the large crowd of kids splashing around. Jumping into the shallow pool, giggling and shrieking. Others played a game of catch, again others nursed milkshakes with great earnestness, to ensure not to spill a single drop. I like children in general, and kids having uninhibited fun even better.

But then I saw them sitting on the benches. The most despicable creatures on God’s green earth. Keeping their beady eyes peeled on the kids, taking in every movement. Nannies, oh how I hated them. I myself had experienced their tender mercies first hand, them telling lies and horror stories to make their charges behave. I had one telling me if I didn’t eat my spinach, the witch of the forest would come at night and drag me of to be eaten. Or that my fingers would stop functioning if I didn’t practice the piano. Those hags were all the same. If I could scour them all, cleanse the earth of them, I would do it. Just looking at them, sitting there the fat one reading a book with just one eye, the other peeled on her charge. The haggard crone next to the fat one, her knitting needles rapidly moving along some dark-colored wool cloth. And so on big ones, small ones, overweight or haggard, all of them the same.

There was one exception, a fairly young woman, perhaps 22 or 23. Her auburn hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. Clearly the predecessor to the tight bun so many of her cronies were sporting. She wore blue jeans and sneakers with a red top, that accentuated her narrow waist and pert breasts. That is I assumed them to be pert, one can never tell with modern bras and them wearing clothes. She wore horn-rimmed glasses that gave her face a stern appearance. But at the moment I couldn’t spot the meanness of her kind. Perhaps she wasn’t a professional nanny yet, she might be some kind of au pair. Now that I thought of it her skin had a slightly darker tan, than the anemic sun in our area would provide. The chocolate shake she was sipping from, undermined the sternness of her features.

Looking at her fit form, started to get aroused I went a bit further and settled myself against a tree, keeping my gaze on her. I wore big aviator sunglasses with mirrored lenses, so I wasn’t worried that anybody could tell what I was actually looking at. Her neck looked graceful as she kept turning her head to keep an eye on a little blonde girl with pigtails. I began to think that she would be a wonderful mother, it would stop her from turning into one of those monsters. All one had to do was parting her legs and provide her a womb full of potent semen. I might even be willing to provide it myself, as a kind of public service.

She called the little girl to her, and when she arrived they conversed in quiet tone. A conversation during which she pointed towards the public bathrooms a hundred yard to our right. There was a question in the gesture. The little girl vehemently shook her head in the negative. Further inquiries, did not change her mind and she stood her ground. I secretly admired the little minx for such audacity. The target of my attention, pointed towards one of the other nannies and the girl made eye contact with the woman. The haggard one with the knitting needles, before returning to her game.

The redhead got up and walked with some urgency towards the bathrooms. An idea formed in my mind, a great idea an audacious one. All it would require, was to act decisively and more important to act now. I got to my feet and walked steadily towards the bathrooms, the door for gents was right next to the one for ladies. So just another bloke, heading towards the natural place to find relief.

I reached the door about the same time as she did, and when she reached out to open the door. My arm snuck around her waist and my other hand pressed over her mouth. She tried to scream, but my palm effectively muffled the sound. I pulled her of her feet and kicked the door the men’s room open. The place was white tiled and empty. The smell of acrid stale piss was strong, but so was the scent of her hair. She tried to kick me, but if she weighed a 100 pounds wet, I still had twice that weight. Forcing her into a stall, I pushed her down onto her knees, bending her over, her possibly pert tits pressing against the seat of the toilet. One hand holding her by the neck, using the other undoing the button of her jeans, ripping them down her legs. She wore light blue panties with printed blue flowers. A second violent rip, and they were joining her jeans mid-thigh.

She had a very prominent vulva, thick lips clearly visible between her slightly parted thighs. I felt the fleece of curly hair adorning her mound. Letting my glide over those lips, spreading them open, entering her tightness. Of course, she was dry, the decay towards nanny had already begun. I needed to act quickly to cleanse her, to safe her.

Opening my own pants and lowering my boxers, the rock hard erection that had plagued me for some time now sprang free. I spat on my hand, rubbing saliva on my cock, and spitting again over her entrance. No reason to make this painful for anybody. I pressed myself against her tight slit, and pushed forward, she was no virgin, but she was incredibly tight. We both groaned, me in delight and she apparently in pain. But I was beyond that. Her warmth was surrounding me, and I began to fuck her with frantic strokes. Her tight sex massaging my manhood. I knew this wouldn’t last long, and it shouldn’t after all I was doing this not for my own pleasure but to save her from a horrible fate.

I felt the telling feeling in my balls, the pulsating feeling in my shaft as I exploded inside her. One … two … three … four burst of cum flooded her womb. Potent sperm making its way towards her fertile egg. Just as I was experiencing this feeling of relief and completion, the stall door was ripped open and somebody pulled me backwards at my collar. I slipped out of her, and the last thing I saw of her was a trickling of fluids emerging from her thick lips.

The next thing that filled my attention was the uniformed policeman, who had pulled me back and was now putting his size 11 boot on my chest. Telling me I was under arrest, and should keep my fucking mouth shut.


The trial was short, my lawyer was entirely incompetent. He failed to convey to the court and the jury, the civic service my actions did entail. The judge condemned me to be brought to an institution for the criminally insane. I’m not insane, all the others here are, worst of all the nurses. Believe me nurses make nannies look like saints.

The end

[RapeU]

I was thinking that dragging a woman to the men's room would draw attention, and I liked the ending with consequences. It was also a nice touch to have the narrator believe he's not crazy but everyone else is.

[Shocker]

I was thinking that dragging a woman to the men's room would draw attention, and I liked the ending with consequences. It was also a nice touch to have the narrator believe he's not crazy but everyone else is.

The old cliche that every villain is the hero of his own story, is still holding true. Normally my rapists get away without consequences. But I thought with such a bonkers motive, he would be irratonal in his actions and logically get caught. Also he has a new enemy now.