When All Resistance Is Gone - Sex Stories

When All Resistance Is Gone

... smelled like your bedroom. Turns out it was rotten broccoli."

I shrugged. Housekeeping wasn't my strong suit.

"I thought I'd chuck it straight in the dumpster in the back lot rather than in the trash. I went round behind the building and disturbed two guys smoking a joint."

"Christ, sis, you're lucky!"

She gave me a dirty look.

"I mean, they could have killed you."

"Kay, they tried to assault me."

"Assault you?" I looked at the black eyes and the bandage. Didn't that constitute assault?

"Rape me." She began to sob again.

This time, some reflex kicked in and I hugged her, sickened.

"Oh, Kat." Tears filled my own eyes. I felt doubly responsible.

"They, they knocked me to the ground and were pawing me." It came out peppered with raking sobs.

"One of them was pulling off my panties. I was screaming. Sallah, the janitor, just happened to come out into the yard and saw what was happening. He scared them away."

I held her closer still, trying to avoid the sore bits.

"You're ok now." I tried to placate her.

"Kay. They're still out there. What if they come looking for me? They know I live in this building."

"I'm here now. I'll protect you." I did feel suddenly brave and ferociously angry. I wanted to go out on the street right now and track those bastards down and give them a beating. Let them know what it was like to be afraid.

Sis burst my bubble.

"What can you do?" She said quietly.

"Wait here." I replied, stupidly.

I ran ...

... into my room and came back with my baseball bat. I dropped it on the small table in front of the sofa. Kat looked at me like I was insane.

"For starters." I ran back out again. This time, I raided the closet in my parent's room. I found the box hidden away in the back and rifled through it. I grabbed my dad's gun and the box of ammo from his bedside table. I was fitting slugs into the chambers when I arrived back into the kitchen.

"What are you doing with that?" Kat said, half laughing, half scared.

"I'm going to protect you. Or at least make you feel safe." I said, in what I hoped sounded like a protective voice. Truth was, I never even held a gun before, let along used one. I'd have to go and Google how to take the safety off later.

"Could I have a glass of water?"

"Your wish ..." I jumped up and fetched her a tall glass of water full of ice.

"I've got a steak defrosted if you'd like to use it on your eyes." She smiled properly for the first time. I'd never noticed how her smile lit up her face before, but I guess she wasn't in the habit of smiling around me.

"You keep that for you." She said kindly. "I've got some creams."

"How about an icepack?"

"I'm ok. Relax."

"Can you take a shower. Or a bath? I could run you a bath?" She held up her arm with the white bandage.

"So, what, all it took was the threat of a rape to get you to be civil to me?"

"Hey, you weren't exactly meeting me halfway, either!"

"True. Owww." She had tried to lightly ...