Your Better Than Those Brutes

It takes every ounce of resolve you have but you manage to fight down your rising lust, you have just risked your life to save this woman, what kind of monster would you be if you saved from being **** only to turn around and **** her yourself.

So instead of focusing on her breasts and pussy you turn your attention to her injury's, as far as you can tell she has no broken bones, but her body is covered in cuts, bruises and welts. Carefully you clean and bandage her wounds using up much of your little first aid kit. With what little medical skills you have expended the rest is down to her and her will to survive.

Covering her nakedness with a blanket you cast your eye over your basement shelter, it was clear to you when you ventured out this morning that your supplies were running low, now that there were two of you the need for more supplies was paramount.

With a final glance at your comatosed guest you make your way back up into the mall, the fear that others may have come in search of those two you killed eairler has you as nervous as a kitten, jumping at every noice. The sun is just begin to set outside when you call it a day, you've managed to scavenge about a weeks worth of food and some extra medicinal supplies into bolster your depleted first aid kit. Making your way back towards your shelter you pause outside a clothing store.

The idea of your female guest parading around the basement naked is somewhat appealing, but would little to aid you in retaining control of your lust for her body. Stepping into the store you begin searching the racks, Fighting down the temptation to outfit her in skimpy skirts and halter tops you opt for jeans and sweaters. The same goes for underwear, you choose practicality and grab some sports bras and pants.

Returning to the basement you find she is still out cold, setting the pile of clothes beside the bed you place the revolver you took from the guy you killed on top of the pile. Retreating to the rear of the shelter you begin to prepare some food. The smell of the tinned chilli wafts around the basement assaulting your sences, and hers as well as you her her stirring on the cot behind you.

You fight down the urge to turn, keeping your back to her,

"The men who attacked you are dead" you inform her.

"My name is Alex, your safe here. The clothes and gun are yours" you add "Take them and leave or stay, the choice is yours".