Somebody to love (Futa/M,Shemale/F,Futa/F,F/F,size)

Story by lustepic

My writing got out of hand and this story dropped into existence from my psyche, which from time to time brushes against borders of sanity from its lurking place deep in madness.

WARNING: If you read this, try to ignore the plot holes along the way, while dodging spelling errors fired at you and bad grammar which can wrench your head around on your neck.

Lastly: Following story has nothing to do with any living or dead people, organizations or places.

The stench from the festering alleyways and a black asphalt heated to sponginess under scorching sun assaulted Spacey’s nose, when she stepped out from the diner she had been sitting and drinking coffee for the better part of afternoon on refills. Sauntering aimlessly looking she began circling the block for the third time today while keeping close watch if anyone was taking any interest in her. Nobody did. Good and also annoying as her outlook of slightly built young Asiatic man with a clean-shaven, vaguely womanly face in worn out khaki’s and a cap on short cropped hair was how she normally looked.

“Please… no … not again … not here too …” A woman’s voice.

“Shut up, bitch!” A man.

The voices, originating from somewhere deep in the alley Spacey was passing by, were subdued, almost inaudible in the surrounding noise from the street, the cars honking their horns and music blasting from the stereos. Stopping, Spacey turned and stepped into the alley without hesitation. Navigating through refuse in the ground she walked deeper into the alley towards the place where voices had come from.

Two men, or boys, street gang members by their clothes were groping and undressing a woman who was desperately trying to prevent them. Intent on their prey, assailants didn’t notice Spacey’s arrival. Jacket on the ground had a familiar camouflage pattern.

Checking the surroundings to see if any one else was around Spacey at first executed a sleeper hold on the closest boy and when the second one turned to face her, punched him into the solar plexus with stiff fingers making him lose his breath and drop to his knees, allowing her easily ably sleeper hold on him too.

The woman had grabbed knife from the ground where it had dropped from one of the attackers and was pointing it at Spacey.

“NO … Don’t came any closer …” The woman threatened while pointing the knife with trembling hands at Spacey. The woman had a tanned skin and she looked more like a young girl than grown up now that Spacey could she her better. Alcohol reeked in her breath.

Spacey waved her hands trying to indicate she wasn’t a hostile, not wanting to speak and spook the woman.

“You are all … the same … “ the teary-eyed woman wailed.

Lifting her hand to throat Spacey switched the collar under her shirt on and spoke: “I’-m f-r-i-e-n-d-l-y f-o-r-c-e-s, p-r-i-v-a-t-e.” in a metallic sound from her voice box.

This agitated the woman greatly and made Spacey curse to herself having misjudged the woman’s mental sate.

“I’m not going back and suffer the same any more!” She shouted and suddenly reversed her hold on the knife and stabbed it towards her groin.

Spacey swung her hand reflexively at the knife, clattering it on the ground from the woman’s grasp, at the same time grabbing hold of the woman’s shoulder to spin her around, and used sleeper hold on her too.

‘Now what?’ She thought. Three unconscious bodies on the ground and she couldn’t very well leave the woman here.

First things first, get the woman and herself out of the scene before the other gang members arrived or these two woke up. They would come around in a few minutes. Picking up the woman easily into her shoulder in a carry hold like so many other soldiers in the past, she headed out of the alley. Nice body and tits on this one, she noted on cursory short of way on her trek out of the alleyway.

Waiving for a taxi didn’t produce results and she was forced to haul her burden, who continued to remain unconscious from the booze in her, several blocks before arriving at her destination, a bus stop with a route going to her home, and a bench. Smiling broadly Spacey lowered her charge beside a glaring granny with a white hair. Together the three of them sat and waited for the bus to arrive, the granny sniffing and muttering under her breath the whole time. In the end the bus arrived and stopped in front of them amidst screeching brakes and honking from the other cars. Opening doors revealed a big-busted and handsome black woman driver with a dreadlocks who hollered “Hop in, you loonies, it’s too hot to sit outside.”

Spacey was surprised; Big Bertha was driving number 6 and not her normal 18.

Granny climbed on the bus like escaping across a prison wall, desperate to get away from Sp

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