The meanest bitch in the world | By : psychotol Category: +1 through F > Daria Views: 4703 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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Constraints: Shortly after “Esteemers”.
Synopsis: Linda drives home the point about this being a dog eat dog world.
The meanest bitch in the world.
Content: rape, incest.
Legal: the cast of Daria belong to MTV.
Authors note: This is purely for entertainment purposes (if you’re as sick as me), and I don’t take it that seriously as a theory about Sandis attitude, while it’s not unrealistic, it’s just as likely she came to be this way without any of the following having happened.
Sandi sat up in bed, contemplating the message her mother had given her.
“To volunteer is to say ‘use me’” was another occasion she had said this kind of thing, then there was “Shared leadership is like the contents of an open safe, all your valuables are up for grabs to the first person who comes along and takes the opportunity”
And now she had given her daughter a practical demonstration of her theory.
“You did what?” asked Linda.
“I appointed her vice president, she could be really good for the fashion club” said Sandi, detecting a note of anger and disbelief in her mothers voice.
“I thought I told you not to give any opportunities for your enemies to win” said Linda.
“Excuse me, mother, how is Quinn an enemy? She just got here” said Sandi.
“She is, as you have said, smart and beautiful, if you don’t take her out somehow, she will do the same to you, god Sandi, can’t you get a clue for once?” said Linda, clearly exasperated.
“Or I could destroy my enemy by making her my friend” said Sandi.
“Or you could destroy your enemy by making her dead” said Linda.
“Fine, I’ll think of a way to destroy her” said Sandi.
Linda fumed, like she didn’t believe Sandi was taking her advice.
But they where done with this line of conversation for tonight.
Sandi had found Linda’s world view to be paranoid before tonight, and had started dismissing her suggestions as paranoid, but now things had changed, and she was less willing to take the chance that Linda was right now.
Sandi felt one pair of hands grab her arms, another grab her ankles, and she was pulled across her bed, she got out the first syllable of “What” before her face was pushed into her quilt, which seemed to be thicker than she remembered, then she felt someone sit on her back, the hands of that person pushing her face into the padding as she struggled to get that person off her.
Then she felt her pyjama trousers being pulled down. Exposing her ass, she was unable to get her arms out from their folded position under her torso, and was unable to determine the gender of the person sat on her back, she pushed at the floor to try to get out from under this person, too alarmed to think clearly.
She kept trying to ask who was doing this to her, but she could barely hear the words herself, so she doubted that (assuming they cared) they could hear her.
Then she felt something warm and soft prod her asshole, hands spreading her ass cheeks.
She gasped and resumed struggling upon the realisation that the man behind her wanted to rape her, up the ass no less, but he pushed her knees back down, and held her ass down, this time spreading her ass cheeks with one hand, causing Sandi to cry in anticipation of the event.
Several seconds passed with the head of the mans penis just resting at her asshole, Sandi shivered as she waited, knowing that she could not prevent it right now.
She heard someone say “Do it”
It sounded like her mother.
The person sitting on her twisted around, her mothers voice said “Do it now, she needs to learn the consequences of her naivety, unless you WANT her to become a prostitute or something” said Linda.
No, fucking, way.
This just had to be a dream.
“Fine” her dad said.
She then felt the pressure increase at her asshole, and she felt it tear as it was pushed inside her.
Her throat felt like it had just let out a loud scream, she didn’t remember doing that.
She couldn’t feel anything other than her asshole chafing and stinging, her guts churning, her wet face, and her vocal chords getting a serious workout.
Her parents where raping her.
This seemed slightly unreal, her parents had pinned her face down on the bed and where raping her, this could not be happening.
Her increasingly sore asshole disputed this theory.
Her dads hips where slamming into her ass, and she could feel her body being pushed and pulled, and her arms where starting to tingle from the crushing pressure of her and her mothers body on one side, and the mattress on the other.
The pace increased, and her dad finally stopped, squeezing her ass cheeks around his penis as he ejaculated in her rectum, which was starting to ache from squeezing against her dads penis.
He waited a few seconds, she could feel his heart beat thought his penis, which started to deflate.
She felt it slide out of her asshole like a lump of shit, leaving what felt like a void.
She didn’t attempt to move.
“Next time you think about letting someone else win, try to imagine your enemies, even those that seem like nice people, doing that to you, because if you are at their mercy, this is exactly what they will do” said her mother before she let go of Sandis head and got up.
Sandi didn’t move, not until several seconds after her mother closed her door.
She kept her face where it had been pinned until she felt the urge to cry pass.
When she finally lifted her face, she kneeled next to her bed, and maintained that position for several minutes.
Did this really happen?
She stood up, and felt her asshole twitch, which reminded her of the torn sphincter muscle, which felt like it had been cut with a knife.
She turned on her bedside lamp and sat as close to it as possible, taking her field makeup kit and using it’s mirror to attempt to assess the damage.
It was bright red, and it hurt to expose the orifice, there was no visible blood, but it could all be trapped behind her asshole which was probably tighter than a ducks asshole.
She considered going to a doctor about this, but that could risk someone finding out she had been, …
Did she want to go to the police?
There was a good chance of a prosecution if she did, but she would be pitied as, - NO!!! NO ONE WAS GOING TO LOOK DOWN ON HER LIKE THAT!!!
Sandi Griffin: object of pity, come on people, let’s comfort her, everyone gather round, see the cute little anal bitch, aww, she's crying, isn't that cute?
No way, no one was finding out about this, they’d never take her seriously, they wouldn’t look at her as a leader if they found out, they’d look at her as the crying victim who was to be pitied and comforted, not respected and obeyed.
Her mother was right, she needed to make everyone worship her, that meant everyone else had to feel they were worse than her.
She rearranged her bed to the way it was supposed to be (no point preserving evidence, she was not going to prosecute) and lied back, pulling her quilt back over her.
It was a rough lesson, and Sandi hated her mother for it, but she was glad for the clarity she now had.
The world was unfair, she was going to be unfairer.
Starting with her war on Quinn.
End.
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