Stand up to the monster.

You look at the white hot hatred in James' eyes and the stark fear in Emma's she mouths 'stay down' but her fear for your safety only makes you more worried for hers. You flashback to kindergarten, when a bully that was no less terrifying through a child's eyes loomed over you as you ran and let your sister take your punishment for you. You aren't a child anymore. You aren't sure exactly what you are, but whatever it is, you won't let this monster hurt your sister ever again.

You whole body aches from the hard landing, but you rise on aching, wobbly joints and look into James' cruel, crazed eyes. "Get your God Damned hands off her, or so help me..."

SMACK

You fly across the room before you can finish your sentence and land in a painful pile as the crowd parts to make room for the massacre. No one steps in to help you or your sister. You can feel the uneasiness and excitement in the air. The crowd wants to see blood. They can't believe the wimpiest nerd in school is finally standing up to a bully after they just watched him get fucked like a girl and love it. You hear a few well meaning murmurs to stay down, but you know you can't...not anymore. You spit the blood in your mouth on the floor and rise again, more slowly this time, but more determined as well. "I'm not going to warn you again. Let her GASP"

James moves like liquid lightning. Closing the gap between you in a swift step of his long legs and plowing his fist into your stomach forcing the air from your lungs and sending you crumpling to your knees. "Who the fuck do you think you are? Faggots don't get to talk to me like that! Faggots don't get to talk to me at all. If you look me in the eyes one more time, I will pop them out of your socket and skull fuck you to ****!"

It doesn't sound like a colorful exaggeration so much as a statement of fact. You know your next move will be your last, but with this horrorshow het up and high on his own hate, you don't dare let Emma leave with him now. You don't have the strength to rise again, so you have to make your last stand on your knees. "And I said I wasn't going to warn you again. Now I'm going to fuck you up so bad it makes you cum. You'd like that, wouldn't you...little boy?"

You wait for the inevitable **** that you hope will at least get this monster locked away for life and keep your sister safe, but your words seem to have struck him to the quick. James looks like he is the one who was slapped, staggering back, a look of trepidation on his terrifying visage. He recovers quickly, laughing hollow and horrifying, "Keh Keh Keh. Oh yeah? This is a first. So who's gonna fuck me up, faggot? You? KAH HAAAH HAAAAA!"

You seem to do your best thinking on your knees, or perhaps it's where your instincts kick in. You point to a thick slab of muscle watching uncomfortably across the room. You point and say with counterfeit confidence, "No. Him." He looks around like he hopes you are pointing to someone else, but his pride doesn't let him look away when James glares at him gruesomely. "He's going to kick your teeth in so I can fuck your bloody maw while I suck his cock so sweetly he'll think of me everytime he cums for the rest of his life." The stocky stranger stiffens, but stays where he is. You aren't sure if he's sold yet, but he is definitely weighing the offer.

The monster considers his challenger's size and smiles sharply, "Cool. Is that all you've got? Because I can break that boy in two and still have the stamina to pound your brains into the floor with my dick all night long." He takes another step towards you and you see your hulking would be hero hunch over, ready to charge, but he doesn't make a move yet.

You toss back your head and laugh with what you intend to be an air of carefree confidence but ends up a cracked cackle, "AAAH HAAAAA HAAAAA HAAAAAA HAA HA HAH! No. See that stud?" You point to a titan in a tank top, his guns oiled and on display, and you hope not just for show. Your instincts are dead on again, as he puffs up reflexively when the rapt attention of the audience falls upon him. You sweeten the pot, saying sing-song, "This big stud is going to break your legs so you can't crawl away when he fucks you using my dick. You saw how hard my sister came? You are going to squirt twice as hard when I plow your pussy!"

James stands stock still, a murderous chilling calm in his voice. "Cool. Just so you studs know. I will literally end your life if you take one step forward. No one is going to stop me from stomping this abomination to **** and making his slut slag sister lick my boots clean before I cave her skull. So who's going to save you now?"

Your eyes scan the room and you find an unlikely ally. You point to a stunning, statuesque cheerleader with tears welling in her eyes. One of Emma's best frenemies and a long time crush of yours, Cindi, looks shocked when you single her out, but of everyone, she is the first to step forward. "That's right, fatherfucker! I will fuck you up and make you eat the other stud's cum from Ella's ass while she eats my cunt." She takes another step forward and pulls Emma away back into the crowd. James turns to confront her, his fearsome fury reaching a killing crescendo when the rest of the cheer squad steps forward to flank her.

For the first time, James takes a step back, and that's the only chance you need. Thrusting with every ounce of **** you can muster, you spring forward from your knees and tackle his ankles from behind. Unsteady, he can't find his footing, and he falls long and hard down to the tile floor with a sickening yet satisfying KATHUNK! Cowed and concussed he can only stare up as the crowd turns on him, taking turns coming up to stand over him and spit on him.

"If you ever try to hurt my friends again, the football team will make you our balless boy!" Brad spits on his face and his squad mates hoot and hock loogies on James' as he curls into a fetal position.

"If you even think about trying to get **** for this, just remember, my daddy is the sherriff and bad things happen to pretty bois like you in lock up." A bespectacled beauty who's name you don't even know kicks the defeated demon in the ribs before coming up and giving you a kiss on the cheek followed by a flick of her tongue in your ear.

"And if county seems like easy time to you...you MISERABLE FUCKING WASTE OF AIR..." Emma let's lose on the once fearsome, now fallen freak, stomping down on his head and spitting. She regains an eerie calm and coos, "I've got video of all the twisted shit you made me do, long before I was of age and you were old enough to know better. From now on, if you show you're face around me, I'll know you want it pissed on." As if to prove she isn't being figurative, she gives James one last look at her pussy as she hikes her skirt and sends a hot stream of urine into his eyes, nose, and gasping mouth.

You scoot over to him, hearing his whimpers and smelling his own waste adding to Emma's bouquet. You make him a promise, "Now what's going to happen is we are going to get you cleaned up, give you a makeover, and everyone who wants to is going to get a chance to fill your holes. Does that sound good, faggot?"

You take his anguished wails as a 'yes' and give the football squad the signal to drag him off with the cheerleaders chanting behind "One two three four! Drag that bully from the floor! Five six seven eight! Turn that sissy into **** bait! Thrust, pound, slam, drive, shove it! Make that bitch learn to love it!"

Emma runs to you and takes you in her arms, kissing the blood from your lips as you kiss the tears from her eyes. You hear something so strange and foreign that you are sure your must be dreaming, but then your sister sucks on your busted lip and the toothache sweet pain tells you you are actually hearing it...applause.

You rise on wobbly noodle legs knowing Emma won't let you fall and you feel countless hands bracing you up, lifting you to your feet and higher, your sister joining you in the air as the crowd raises you both over their heads. Your pinkies make a promise as the crowd carries you back to the party, more than a few sneaking greedy gropes along the way. You turn to your sister and whisper, "New lesson. Party sluts can trust themselves, their sisters, and occasionally their friends." You don't know how she hears you over the din of the mob, but she nods and smiles and squeezes her pinky with yours.

(I think this story has reached a lovely end point, but let me know if you want more chapters)