1. Take it Easy - Chapter Three


    Date: 12/14/2014, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Spanking, Teen Male/Teen Female, Violence, Author: zxnoregretsxz69, Rating: 84.2, Source: sexstories.com

    When she angrily told him to fuck off, he stopped dead. Then, he reached for her again, more aggresively this time. She slapped him hard. He shoved her backwards and she stumbled, falling to the ground. It was at this point that I decided to intervene. I made my way over to them, but when Nicole looked at me, the guy turned around and saw me. "This is none of your business." He said dismissively. "That doesn't matter." I growled. "Get away from her, fuck-face." I walked forward so I was only a few feet away from him. "Leave now, and I'll pretend you didn't say that." "You leave now, and I won't rip your hands off for touching that girl." I had decided not to use her name so the guy wouldn't know who I was later. "Fuck you." He replied as he reached into his pocket. My years of karate kicked in. One of the most important things you can learn in self-defense is that if someone reaches for his pocket in a heated situation, he's probably about to pull out a weapon. I quickly shoved him backward to allow Nicole time to get up. Sure enough, he pulled out a short tactical knife, the kind that's sold in camping stores. It was too dark to see who he was, but he was a couple inches shorter than me and slightly built. "Get out of here, girl." I warned her, never taking my eyes off of the attacker. Nicole ran home, tears streaming down her face. Luckily, I could tell that he wasn't an experienced knife fighter. Someone who knows what they're doing holds the knife blade-down to allow ...
    for powerful overhead strikes. He gripped it blade-up and advanced toward me. I shifted my center of gravity lower and got ino a fighting stance. At the same time, I started talking to him in a calm, calculated tone, trying to stop him from attacking or at least distract him. "Stop now while you still can. You've never stabbed anyone, have you?" He didn't respond, but the nervousness in his motions confirmed my suspicion. "What's that, a four-inch blade? Do you know what that would do to me?" "Shut up." He muttered. "Say you stab me with that. First you'd puncture my skin and rupture some blood vessels. Then, you'd go through a layer of muscle and fat. After that's the good stuff; if you miss my bones, you'd probably ruin some vital organs." "Shut up!" He said, more insistently this time. "I might die." I added, trying to pick my first move. "Do you think you could handle that? Watching my skin grow pale as my eyes lose their light?" "SHUT UP!" He screamed, sounding like he was going to be sick. "It'd be a slow, painful death, too. It might take hours. How would you feel if--" I stopped suddenly as I made my move. I lunged forward and hit him squarely in the nose with the palm of my hand. This served two purposes. The first was that the pain of a broken nose distracted him from the fight, and the second was that his eyes teared up, which blurred his vision badly. He reeled backward, waving his knife hand blindly. I kicked him in the stomach so he would double over, then moved ...
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