Blood Wild - Sex Stories

Blood Wild

... his head and began to growl menacingly again but before he could even say anything. Deeny took a half step back and brought her right, shoeless, foot up in a powerhouse kick that connected with the man’s balls.

It was if the wind suddenly went out of his sails as he hunched over, all of his breath coming out in a whoosh. In the moment of undeniable and excruciating pain, his grip on Deeny was released and she stepped back, ready to kick him again. There was no need however, as he fell forward on his hands again and began puking. He then collapsed right on top of the mess and curled into a fetal position and groaned pathetically.

Deeny spotted her missing shoe just beside the door and stooped long enough to pick it up and slip her foot into it before she opened the door and ran. As she bolted through the door, to what she had hoped to be freedom and safety, she ran headlong into another lumbering drunk. Well, maybe not completely besotted as the man in the tack room but smelling strongly of alcohol all the same.

This man caught her in his arms, more out of reflex than by design. At this point Deeny’s scarf had fallen from her face as she had struggled with the other man and made her escape. Looking down into her frightened and still panicky face, the man recognized her. He had known her all her life, though only seeing her occasionally and usually with her mother or her father who he was lifelong friends with. Hank Lipscomb stood a little straighter and held her as ...

... he looked at her with a concerned if befuddled expression.

“Deeny? What’s got you so scared little girl?” Hank asked as the alcoholic fog dissipated somewhat.

“In there… there’s a… there’s… He’s…” Deeny stammered still incapable of coherent speech.

Hank held her upper arms in each of his hands and pulled back a bit to look her up and down. Not seeing anything obviously out of place other than Deeny’s distraught expression on her face, he asked in a very calm voice.

“Are you okay, Deeny? What’s wrong?”

“I… me and a… friend were… kind of… we were fooling around… but he went to get us something to drink. Then… He… that man… came in! He was going to…” Deeny sputtered the whole time shaking like a leaf, her eyes wide and spooked.

“Did he… touch you?” Hank asked trying desperately to keep his voice calm, even though his suspicions were making him angrier with every breath.

“No… I mean, yes… he grabbed me, but I… I kicked him and got away!” Deeny spat her panic ebbing slightly as she realized that she had inflicted pain on her would be assaulter.

Hank couldn’t help but to wince at the thought of Deeny kicking someone in the nuts, she was a pretty girl but country... healthy and strong, not a wilting flower by any means. Yeah, whoever it was that was after her would be in a world of hurt right now. Seeing that Deeny, though still skittish, had calmed markedly knowing that she was no longer alone to face this stranger, Hank glanced over at the door to the tack ...