• Title: Your Friendly Neighbourhood Rapist Pt. 3: Your Saviour
• Premise: Our hero grabs an opportunity when he rescues a girl from other rapists
• Tags: [MF] [Noncon] [Male Dom] [Male POV] [First Person] [Bound] [Gagged]
• Note: This is a sequel from Part 2 of the mini-series link available in OP comments below
• Note 2: Next Part 4 is tentatively the "finale". Feel free to drop any comment on what you expect to happen to the male protagonist.
• Note 3: Please feel free to give me your feedback, I would like to improve on my short story writing skill (and speed).

I can't tell you how ecstatic I was for nailing the ZoneTek CEO one more time after I secured more spy-drones from her. The reason I did that was because the previous ones I used were either lost or destroyed. These past few months I have become a little hornier than usual, so similarly there is an uptick in the frequency of news regarding my affairs with women. Sadly the analogy of laws of gravity becomes relevant: What goes up must come down, and I am not talking about those chicks bouncing up and down on my cock - I mean the more frequent the news, the less opportunities arises because most of the half-decent looking ladies would start to take precaution when going about their lives. Cops taking more patrols in response aren't helping either. I got to wait for all this to blow over.

Anyway, now that it is getting close to the end of the year and I am scurrying about along with the rest of my fellow rats racing to serve our capitalist overlords. When I finally step out of my work place on friday night, the skies are already pitch black, with the street lights on to illuminate my way back. I breathe a sigh of resignation - Not a particularly stressful day actually, but you do have to wait for your colleagues due to task dependencies. And I miss sex.

The stretch of the road I am walking isn't particularly safe especially for the ladies, due to the higher crime rates in this part of the city. I am still electing to walk here regularly, because opportunities can arise and I am not afraid of any bloody mugger since I am always prepared to fight back. My imposing figure would make them think twice anyway.

Well, I am seeing her now. I recognize her walking around with that distinctive blue satchel. Platinum blonde hair frames her cute face, from the looks of it I am pretty sure she dyes her hair. Hard to tell one's age these days, but surely she can't be older than 30. That small set of lips looks just perfect, making me wonder how tight her mouth would be. Quite sure she prides herself on that shapely body of hers given how confidently she wears that tight white top. Her grey mini-skirt shows off a toned pair of thighs. She probably uses the gym regularly to attain her figure so she can show off her curves to us guys - even in a place like this. It is becoming more difficult for ZoneTek's spying technology to operate efficiently as more jamming signals are popping up and more security patches are being issued on the Smartphone OSes. Without adequate information, I don't even know the name of this pretty little thing and I don't want to risk having a go at her.

A couple of rough looking guys seem to think otherwise though. From the distance I see familiar signs that they are tailing her. I should know that because I do that all the time!

I peep behind the corner of a building and observe what these guys want to do with her, the curiosity taking over me. We are moving in the direction of a set of old, dilapidated buildings that were previously meant to be a shopping district before plans fell apart. Girl's stupid enough to take this shortcut that sometimes even I feel a little hesitant to do so myself. True enough, I almost miss the sight of the guys rushing over to her, upon which the trio suddenly vanished in the darkness. Probably not the first time the guys are doing this.

I look at the area ahead. The place is undeveloped, there are no security cameras around and I don't see any other person besides maybe homeless folks hiding and sleeping away. I am not about to take any chances though, I took out my black facemask from a hidden compartment in my work bag...

I can see that satchel lying on the sidewalk, the bright blue color still prominent even in the dimness of the barely functional street lights here. I examine the contents that spilled out. The wallet has the owner's ID confirming this satchel does belong to the girl - And coincidentally I now know her first name is Lily. The cash remain untouched - It is clear now the thugs are not after her money. Regardless, Lily does have her pepper spray which she obviously failed to take out in time. So it might be time for the hero to the rescue.

My ears picks up struggling sounds which becomes louder as I peek into the side alleys one after another. And then I see them at the dead end of a wall. The two guys' backs are facing me while the Lily has something stuck in her mouth to prevent her from screaming. One guy is restraining her with her back against the wall while the other guy is gleefully tearing bits and pieces of her clothes off her, causing her to protest through her gag, although the nearest decent guy will not be able to hear those muffled screams of pain and fear. Except for me, of course.

The guys whistle when Lily's bra is ripped off her body. Ouch, that must have hurt. But as much as I want to stop this unnecessary violence, I need to find the right moment to step in otherwise I would be hard-pressed to fight back two seasoned thugs at once. By the time they are done humiliating her, poor Lily looks scared out of her wits. Her previously tight top is half torn and exposing one of her nipples, while her miniskirt is completely gone and ripped to shreds, leaving her in only her panties, which will inevitably be taken off as well.

The guys like the sight of that so much that they briefly unhand her so they can focus on taking their own pants off. Lily's immediate action is to try to run away, but with two men blocking her path she has zero chances - Her head gets slammed back against the wall, stunning her into silence. Hey, this is no way to treat a woman! If they want sex, they should treat her nicely like gentlemen and ease her into mutual pleasure. These violent criminals gives us sex hobbyists a bad name. And about time these jerks are getting engrossed, so it's my next move: I sneak up and use the girl's pepper spray on them, causing them to scream in pain and giving me the opening needed for me to knock each of them out with a single blow.

I can't do anything about Lily's state of undress at this moment, but I can still get her to a place of relative safety where I alone can take care of her. I put my hand around her shoulders as I hurriedly drag her out of this hot bed of criminal activity and back to the edge of civilization.

That fabric shophouse closed up for the night and opposite of my company looks like a good place she can rest without anyone disturbing her. We both sneak in via the back into one of the rooms and I switch on the lights. Seeing a large sofa, I let her lie down on it before scanning through the entire shophouse. No one else is around to disturb us, which is good and I breathe a sigh of relief. Lily's eyes are wide open, barely responding to me even when I wave my hands at her. She's obviously still in shock from her attack till now.

I wince a little at the red marks across the body where Lily's ruined clothes pulled at her skin while they got torn off. But she looks fine otherwise. I need to be personally sure though. I can just call the police and report the crime, but why be such a boring killjoy? I tie Lily's hands together with a long piece of silk-like fabric I found in the same room, so that she wouldn't struggle as I play doctor. I just notice that her gag is still on, so I let it stay there, the only one good thing those thugs did - Women should talk less when fucking. I proceed to remove the remains of her top off with a pair of scissors, and pull her panties off her legs. I took a deep breath, my head almost spinning at the exposed beauty of the platinum blonde. Indeed as I had guessed earlier on, the carpet doesn't match the drapes. I have always admired Lily from a distance, and from this close-up, she looks even more ravishing, especially with her clothes off.

"I'm sorry to see you like this. A pretty woman like you doesn't deserve to be treated like that. Let me make sure you are okay..." My voice murmurs, with just a hint of seductiveness to let her know what to expect.

I kneel before her and flip her body over briefly, sliding my hands on her skin, which are looking large comparing to that slender body of hers, enjoying how my fingers move to outline the curvature of her body from her shoulder blades to her pretty little bubble butt, then to each one of her thighs, paying a little more attention to the upper regions of her inner thighs. She shivers in response and I just chuckle with a reassuring voice.

"No broken bones dear, your body is looking perfectly fine."

Then I flip her on her back on the sofa again, with her eyes now training on me, and I can recognize the familiar expression of fear even though she can't speak now. This is why bedside manners are important, frightened girls need constant reassuring that I won't harm them.

My fingers trace the shape of her tits and my thumbs focusing on gently rubbing her nipples, while I continue to monitor her face to see how she reacts. Her breathing seems to slow down and my thumbs can sense her nipples stiffening up.

"Body is reacting normally... You want me to do that to your breasts, don't you?" I gently offer. She still didn't respond.

To find out, my face lower itself to her left breast and I begin licking and sucking her erect nipple. My free hand continues sliding the length of her smooth stomach down to her crotch, where I gently massage her pussy with my fingers. For the first time I hear a response of what seem like a gasp from her.

"I can see you enjoy being touched that way, oh just look at that clit, it's swelling too!" I tease with a voice of positive delight, and to keep her on the edge, I start rubbing her clit while two of my fingers continue digging in and out of her pussy. She moans again in response.

"Seems encouraging, Lily darling. Now I need to test your responsiveness, how do you want me to continue? Nod your head if you want your pussy licked, shake your if you want me to continue using my fingers."

Lily didn't respond. Her face is only one of sullen, almost scowling appearance.

"Oh dear, you should have picked one option," I shrug, moving her into a sitting position on the sofa and pulling her legs apart so that her pussy faces me."

I dive down, head-first into her pussy, my mouth lapping hungrily. Lily's bound hands are now knocking at my head. She might be saying "let me go" as best as she can through that gag. Alternatively, my brain could be just playing tricks on me and she's just saying "give me more" - Very plausible since she's also moaning as a counterpart to every intense lick I am delivering her. At one time my tongue tries its best to see how deep it can sink into her vagina and her ineffective blows against me gradually peter out. She's clearly getting into it like the other girls I met do.

Since Lily did not pick an option, I continue licking till I feel she's on edge. I stop abruptly and look up her face, and her eyes - which were closed while I'm playing doctor with her - re-opens, as if wondering why am I stopping. Actually I just want her attention. I grin at her, my thumb pressing down on her clit and two of my fingers in her pussy, upon which I begin rubbing her hard and fast without any warning. She throws her head back and shudders, the wetness from her arousal lubricating my thumb when I examined her pussy earlier on probably help to enhance the sensations on her clitoris, pushing her over the edge.

Lily's still sitting on the sofa, her face red with embarrassment, her chest heaving up and down while her legs remain open. I take in the beauty of her body as I slowly caress my cock into a fully erect state. I guess she's ready for me.

I position myself close to her body so that her hands are hanging on my neck as my hands pull at her hips, ready to penetrate her.

My cock eagerly sinks deep into her pussy with one single stroke, her eyes widen and she gasps. We continue staring into each other's eyes, her tears flowing down her cute cheeks as I pound her with everything I have, the frustration from weeks of celibacy all flowing into my moment of savage thrusts into this beautiful thing.

I am really sorry she had to face those two jerks earlier on, and I do hope my actions make up for that and she still won't think less of us men. From how she responds to every single thrust I deliver into her, I think she would be just fine. To tell the truth though, my mind at this point is mostly focusing on getting off. My lust is going on overdrive, I did not stop until my cock begin pulsing and I fill her with full of cum - She doesn't look too happy about that. Is she unhappy about me orgasming first or is she unhappy I am doing her without protection? I am too busy basking in that one euphoric moment that I neglect checking on her.

I regret saying that I didn't prepare any farewell gift for Lily. After all, this moment is pretty much me taking that window of opportunity without any weeks-long planning that I usually do with other girls. During each encounter, after I finish with a woman, she would get a vibrator in her pussy while waiting for the cops to rescue her from her restraints.

But you must know that I did apologise to Lily for not getting her a gift, and I make up for it by gathering whatever remains of my libido and I have a second round with her soon after. I assume that's what she wants since she didn't say anything. I do enjoy a change of positions though, I get her to do me cowgirl position, and her muffled moans are so obvious of her need as she grinds herself off on my cock, her beautiful face drooling uncontrollably from her own wanton lust overcoming her. Having just unloaded, I am glad I am able to last longer on this round and therefore she's able to achieve a couple more screamingly-loud orgasms before I can no longer hold back and start shooting my load inside of her again.

The now well-satisfied Lily finally passes out after those intense climaxes, giving me time to dress up and get out of here.

What is my verdict on her psyche and physical body? I think she would make a full recovery. At least that's what I add to my anonymous report to the police when I tell them I had rescued her from some thugs.

Also an unexpectedly great friday for me leading into the weekend, to be able to enjoy doing a good deed! Nothing could spoil my weekend mood, except for maybe the Sunday tabloid news when they report a woman had been raped twice by the same man in a shophouse near my company building...