I'm saved… eventually.

The immense sexual interest and rough groping from these women as they scream and hold me down… it isn't flattering— it's scary. The Samus is already straddling me, her love juices painting sticky patterns on my crotch while she lowers her hips threateningly.

I'm bucking the salivating girls holding my limbs down, but they don't let me protect myself and I can't breathe as this statuesque woman clamps her snatch over my twitching cock. "My God, you're so hung! I'm lucky I'm such a big girl— this might hurt if I wasn't!" She laughs as she says this, as if she isn't sexually assaulting me.

I've been violated and humiliated a thousand different ways today, but nothing compares with this. When Samus takes me—when she makes me hers—all the fight leaves me; I'm frozen underneath her gyrations and stop struggling. There's a horrible feeling of violation in my body that locks up my muscles, and I curse my humiliating inaction as she grinds away on top of me.

Myriad salivating girls clear a circle around Parker and me, cheering uproariously as we're gang ****; paying no heed to our terrified, violent protests as they drink in the vista of a couple naked hunks being rode like wild horses, and restrained by six women each. Every time I think I'll get a chance to beg them to stop, another horny woman shoves her mouth onto mine— silencing my **** screams as I'm ravished without mercy.

Samus raises her thrusting hips for another rough pound, and through tears, I brace for impact, but… the pelvic slam doesn't come. Bleary eyed, and with all my muscular limbs held down, I can see Natalie hoisting Samus onto her overdeveloped, green-painted shoulder by the cosplayer's collar.

My blonde friend chucks Samus clear into the stage, using only one of her puissant arms in a show of ****.

"Anyone else want a piece of me?" she challenges to the mob, a wicked grin decorating her verdant face. The other nerd girls scramble away from my **** body at Natalie's threat, leaving me supine and trembling on the floor, gasping for air as their attack finally ends.

The kindly—albeit bashful—Amazon takes a few carefully placed steps closer, gingerly approaching me while I **** myself to breathe. After a calming hand is placed on my nape, Natalie lifts me bridal style, holding me tight against her warm, bountiful bosom as she takes proud, heroic strides towards the stage. I wrap my weakened arms around her to support myself and gaze into her face… was Natalie always this confident? Was she always this… Hot?

"You're safe now, Ahab." She assures me, uncharacteristic certainty flooding her; I take it to heart, feeling truly safe in her embrace, until, "I-I, uh I…" she peeps my cock, whereupon she stammers, red-faced.

"I, uh I-I, uh, I—"

Haha! There's the Natalie I know and love. Feeling more comfortable despite my embarrassment over being carried by her, I speak up, "Hey, Natalie? Please don't tell Ming Zhao."

"Huh?! Don't tell her what?" She asks, flustered and trying not to look at my naked body.

"About this."

I pull down Natalie's face, and ravish her with a passionate kiss; teasing her tongue with my own as I reward her for everything she's done. She lets out a squeak—flushing redder still—before returning my gesture with all her enthusiasm. She carries me to the stage just fine during our torrid make-out, but there's an obvious problem for the colossal, sexy girl…