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Nights in White Satin	By : ImagineLayla131 Category: +S through Z > Total Drama Island Views: 6331 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE TOTAL DRAMA FRANCHISE OR NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN. ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY TELETOON AND THE MOODY BLUES, RESPECTIVELY. NO MONEY/PROFIT IS BEING MADE OFF OF THIS FANFICTION!

Chapter List
- 10
- 11
- 12
Author's Note: Hello, world and my wonderful readers. How is everybody? Once again, thanks for the reviews, follows, and favorites! :D The more reviews I get, the quicker I update, but you all know I'd update regardless! If anybody has any suggestions, feel free to send me a private message, I'd love to hear them! Sorry if this chapter seems short, only 50% of it was already written out, and that's the last pre-written chapter until Chapter Fifteen, when Phase Three of the heist happens! The response I've received has me incredibly uplifted, I can't thank you all enough! Thanks to Knute, SkorpionQueen012, and the one guest reviewer whose name I don't know, I know I can always count on your ideas and reviews!
I apologize if I offended anybody with what happens in this chapter, that was NOT my intention AT ALL! . I AM NOT some demented masochist. This was originally written in the screenplay and I decided to keep it to make the moment for when Duncan and Courtney finally get together more passionate and meaningful , that they are all each other has because they've both endured so much. I've already converted the sex scene/lemon, and it's definitely one of my favorite parts in this piece!
DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN NOR HAVE ANY AFFILIATIONS WITH THE TOTAL DRAMA FRANCHISE OR NIGHTS IN WHITE SATIN. ALL PROPERTIES OWNED BY TELETOON AND THE MOODY BLUES, RESPECTIVELY.
I ONLY OWN THE TAINTED KITTY, THE STRIPPER NAMES, AND MY OWN ORIGINAL STORY IDEAS, WHICH CAME FROM THE SCREENPLAY I'VE BEEN WRITING AND HAS BEEN COPYRIGHTED
WARNING: DRUG USE AND RAPE
Chapter Eleven: Breaking Point
Northridge, 3:30 am
Duncan walked into his apartment, grinning from ear to ear. He had spent a pretty great evening with Courtney, and he was glad she took a chance on him. He was falling for her the more he got to know her. She's beautiful, intelligent, intuitive, witty, articulate, and she had a bit of a wild side that he was plenty curious to explore more of. He also thought she was a very strong girl, but could sense her vulnerability and how she had a skyscraper guard up, he wanted to knock that down as well. He was even more determined now to make her his, and not simply for a sexual conquest. Duncan wanted her to be his girlfriend, he wanted to protect her and give her everything he had. All he had to do was get rid of the meat for brains "male model". The theme from JAWS ring tone vibrated from his phone. He was so pre-occupied after Phase One with confronting Heather and going out with Courtney that he forgot that he had to make a call, and was surprised that he was the one being called at such a late hour, but he answered anyway.
"Hello there. I'm surprised you called me so late. (Pause.) How'd it go? Very well. (Pause.) Yes, everything went down exactly like I predicted. He was practically creaming his panties over the jeweler, we could hear the desperation in his voice, he's in. (Pause.) Phase Two goes down in a week, we've gotta make this guy sweat. (Pause.) Who cares? We aren't simps that are going to give in. He's not going anywhere. (Pause.) Have you looked into Phase Three? (Pause.) Great, because I have NO idea where the hell to find genuine looking counter fit bills. I'm not about to buy every box of Monopoly in the tri-county area, that shit's too fake looking anyway. He can't be able to tell they're fake unless they're put through a money counter at a real bank, not an at home cash counter, which I'm pretty sure he has. (Pause.) I've heard a few things in the slammer, that's how. (Pause.) I am in a good mood, these past couple of days have been very revolutionizing for me. (Pause.) More or less. You should keep doing research and let me know when you have a game plan, I've been racking my brain for one as well. (Pause.) The airport, if everything goes according to plan. Never know what hit 'em. (Pause.) Alright, we'll chat in a week. Until then."
Duncan hung up his phone and got ready for bed. When he was snuggled in his bed, Bowser at the foot of it sleeping and a 30 Rock "Best of The Beeper King" marathon, he plugged his phone in and texted Courtney.
Hey there, Courtney. Thanks for coming out with me tonight. I had an awesome time and would like to see more of you soon. Sweet dreams, Princess. Hopefully, they're of me lol ;P. Duncan.
He smiled, pressed SEND, and laughed over the predicaments of Tina Fey's Liz Lemon.
Van Nuys, 3:50 am
Courtney walked into her apartment, grinning from ear to ear. As much as she hated to admit it, she had a pretty enjoyable time with Duncan, he was not who she thought he was at all. He's handsome, outgoing, intellectual, funny, compassionate, not to mention incredibly sexy, and she loved his rebellious side. In more ways than one, if she believed in that kind of thing, he's what she imagined her dream guy would be like. After her dad died, she gave up on silly fairytales and happy endings. After Blainely came back and she ended things with Chris, she had given up on love. Maybe she was only hurting by depriving herself of such things, and now was the time to start believing again, and maybe Duncan was the guy to help her do that. Courtney walked into her bedroom, finding that Justin never showed up. Since he was so busy traveling the world, he crashed at Courtney's place whenever he was back in California.
She had no idea why she was even with him anymore. They say opposites attract, but Justin and Courtney were on opposite sides of the spectrum. They had both changed and grown apart in the two years they had been together. In the beginning, he was a gentleman and showered her with gifts, but it wasn't the reason why she was with him. Things with Chris had just ended, and Zoey had suggested she join Plenty of Fish, a free dating website that Zoey was a member of (despite still not being able to find a steady boyfriend after being a member for three years). If anything, it was to fill the void, but she did find a part of herself falling for him. They dated for a year until Courtney discovered his horrible drug habit, in which she broke down crying and begged him to get help, which he did. He said he did it because he loved her, that he was going to quit modeling, go to college, and marry her. That never happened, he was gone for almost a year once he left rehab. Surprisingly enough, all of his ad campaigns ended up either mysteriously falling through or only being based in the country they were shot in, which she could never find online. Something was incredibly sketchy, and she knew she was an idiot to let it go any further, things had to end. If they progressed with Duncan, she'd definitely have a push in the right direction to call them off sooner rather than later. "Guess he didn't bother showing up. Fine by me." She shrugged and dropped her bag on the floor, then proceeded into the bathroom, getting ready for bed.
Twenty minutes later, the sidewalk in front of Courtney's building.
A black Cadillac Escalade pulled up, with loud rock music blaring. Four guys were inside, laughing hysterically, as the car billowed with marijuana smoke. The driver was a gangly redhead that had a pathetic excuse for a goatee, and wore black rimmed rectangular glasses, a two layered shirt Sheldon Cooper style, jeans, and high top sneakers. The second guy behind him was a puny brunette with a barely there goatee that wore a beanie with a koosh ball on top, a heavy sweatshirt, jeans, and loafers. The third guy was a tall lanky floppy haired brunette with a gap in his teeth that wore a long sleeved polo shirt, cargo pants, and sneakers. They all looked like nerd rejects, but not until the fourth guy. He was a Hawaiian god, tan and toned, incredibly buff, with silky black hair and blue eyes with blinding pearly whites. He was Courtney's male model boyfriend, Justin. They were obviously high. "Gentleman, it's been a trip, as always. Now, it's time for my dick to get a ride from the pussy fairy."
Ezekiel, the guy with the beanie, pumped his fist in the air. "Ahh, yeah!" He had a thick Canadian accent.
"Hit that fine ass honey!" Cody, the gap toothed kid, followed Ezekiel, but closed his statements with humping motions against the seat.
Justin shouted "You know it! Whoo!" The guys exchanged high fives as Justin exited the car.
"See ya later, homes!" Harold, the gangly red head, said. He had an incredibly deep voice, you'd think he could have been a smooth jazz radio disc jockey.
Justin made a sideways Klingon side. "Keep it real, boy!" and slammed the door. The car sped off and Justin walked inside.
Those losers weren't really his friends, at least not to him. It was more quid pro quo. He got them into the hottest parties and persuaded other models to hook up with them, and they gave him drugs and had the honor of hanging out with the stunning artifact of a man that he was. Justin was incredibly vainglorious and superficial. He laid off the smack for a little while, but he went back on it as soon as he went to Barcelona. His job had acquired him access to unlimited drugs, but his California connections were a plus as well. He walked into Courtney's apartment, throwing his coat and shoes off to the side, and made his way into her bedroom.
Courtney was peacefully sleeping in a lavender camisole tank top and matching cheekies. The sheet was off slightly, revealing her backside. Justin walked in, staring. She was pretty, but he had been with hotter. A part of his stone heart did love her, but it wasn't enough. He only kept her around for when he decided he wanted to be domesticated, but that was never going to happen. She'll do for tonight. He became immediately fixated on her, a smirk appeared on his face, as he unzipped his pants. Courtney slightly stirred in her sleep as Justin hastily removed his clothing. Justin, stripped down to his thong to further showcase his perfect six pack, got into bed with Courtney, running one hand over the curve of her body, the other playing with her hair. She stirred again and woke up, turning her head around.
"Justin?" She asked him, half awake.
"Hey, baby." He smiled down on her.
She blinked, still trying to fully wake up. "What are you doing here? What time is it?"
"Don't worry about it. I'm here now, that's all that matters. Relax and enjoy me." Justin started kissing her neck.
"Mmm, ok." Courtney relaxed into his touch, slightly cringing when he slapped her ass. It wasn't that she didn't like it, it could be pleasurable at times, it depended on how it was done. Courtney, like everything else, was even analytical about spanking and hair pulling. Bridgette joked that Courtney was liked Goldie Locks in that aspect, wanting it to be "just right.", which Justin always did it too hard even though she complained. He turned her around and crashed his lips down to hers in a rough kiss. They had a brief, aggressive make-out session, with Courtney trying to maneuver it and failing. He kneaded her butt cheeks and stopped kissing her.
"Turn around. I want to do you doggy style."
Now?! "Do I have to?" She whined. She was so tired, thank goodness it was Sunday. She could sleep in and spend the day at home
. Justin pouted his magazine gracing model pout. "Don't you love me?"
He sounds like a desperate chick. "Of course, but-"
Justin cut her off. "Then do it. Please?" He turned her over as she reluctantly got on all fours. Justin pulled down her cheekies and started fucking her doggy style, holding onto her with one hand and vigorously rubbing her clit with the other. "Oh, god. Court, you're so fucking tight." He moaned, as her shoved her top up and teased her nipples.
Justin wasn't very big, which was shocking considering he was six feet tall and wore a size twelve shoe, he was only about six or seven inches, which was considered average according to Cosmopolitan. She moaned. "That feels so good." Courtney couldn't even remember when the last time she had sex was, but she was enjoying it despite being in the position he forced her in. Justin wasn't a bad lover, but Chris was pretty fantastic, even though she thought he was on Viagra at one point, but he claimed her was always hot for her. She had only slept with two guys, so it wasn't like she was an expert. Her mind started wandering about what Duncan was like in bed. Now that she learned the truth about his encounter with Heather, he probably wasn't as bad as she said, and she bet he'd be better than Chris and Justin combined.
"I love your fucking ass, so much. I gotta feel what it's like…" Courtney's eyes flew open as she felt Justin pulling out. She had been so lost in thought over Duncan she almost didn't hear what he said.
"What?! Wait, Justin…" Before she could continue, Justin had sodomized her. She wasn't a prude sexually, but anal sex was never something she wanted to try and Justin knew that. It was the number one way to contract HIV/AIDS through sexual intercourse, and although she didn't judge anybody's decision to do it, she knew it wasn't something she ever wanted to do. The pain was so unbearable and excruciating, that she began to shriek. "JUSTIN! STOP THAT, PLEASE! DON'T DO THAT!" She pleaded, as tears brimmed her eyelids.
"Shush, you don't want to wake the neighbors, or do you, bad girl?" He slapped Courtney's butt cheeks, ignoring her.
"I DON'T WANT THIS!" She thought she was in a nightmare, lucid dreaming, and was trying to wake herself up. Sadly, this was a nightmare that she couldn't wake up from, for it was a horrifying reality come true.
"Oh, but I do. Do it for me, after everything I've done for you." What had he done for her? He was a shitty boyfriend, even more so now.
He pushed her head down into the sheets and began to increase his pounding, her agonizing cries muffled. One hand was holding onto the back of her head while the other hand was on the small of her back, steadying himself. The bed springs slightly creaked, along with the loud sound of Justin's testicles vigorously slapping against Courtney. Her screams went unheard to the world except for Oreo, who looked on helplessly. He knew his owner was in trouble, but didn't know what he could do about it.
"God damn, babe! This is so much tighter than your pussy is, I love it!" He groaned, continuing to ignore her protesting hollers. Courtney was having a hard time breathing, Justin was holding her down so roughly she thought she was going to suffocate, and it seemed like he wasn't going to be stopping any time soon. It felt like she was being penetrated with the back of a knife holder. "Oh, Court, Courtney. Fuck yeah! You like that, don't you, bitch? Dirty pole dancing slut! Yeah, yeah, take it, little girl!" He slapped her ass again, which only made her scream as much as she could against the sheets. "This perfect ass is all fucking mine. MINE, MINE, MINE! OH, GOD! I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum! FUUUUUCCCCKKK!"
Justin pounded her harder than ever now, his hips bucked violently as he came. He slowly stopped the humping and fell on top of Courtney, almost breathlessly. She looked mortified with tears streaming down her cheeks. She couldn't believe this had happened.
Why hadn't she dumped him earlier?! Duncan or No Duncan, the time is now!
Justin kissed up her back. He whispered to her "Courtney, you're so fucking perfect. You're always going to be my girl. If anybody ever tried to take you away from me, they're fucking dead in their tracks. Now, get some sleep, sweet cheeks. You've had a hard night." He cackled as he kissed her neck. "Hard night with my hard cock in your ass." Justin slapped her ass and got comfortable in her bed, falling asleep almost instantly. Courtney was still laying down on her stomach, her panties pulled down to her ankles, her top pushed up to her clavicle, her face frozen in fear and humiliation. This was her breaking point.
11:45 am in the morning
Courtney woke up hours later, with a throbbing sensation throughout her whole body, the pain was excruciating. She was relieved to find that Justin was gone, leaving a note saying he had to catch a flight to Morocco and wouldn't be back until after New Year's. She knew she had to leave, but she was scared and didn't know who to turn to. Bridgette and Zoey were trustworthy, but she didn't want them to freak out over it. Courtney got out of her bed to go to the bathroom, but she found her sheets had spots of blood on them, and she knew she wasn't getting her period for another week, and the painful memory of hours before came flooding back. She let out a scream, tearing the sheets off the bed, and started crying. This couldn't be her life, she deserved better.
Courtney wiped away her hot tears and went into the shower, gently scrubbing her body to avoid increasing the already horrible pain. As she showered, she began to figure out a plan of action. Although there were a few people that would help her, her stubborn demeanor kicked in and it had to be done alone. She got out of the shower and changed into a T shirt and some PINK! Pajama bottoms. After blow drying her hair, she threw the sheets away. Even though he was her boyfriend and the sex had been somewhat consensual before the sodomy, he did rape her, but she wasn't going to turn him in, dumping him would suffice. When Courtney returned to her apartment from the trash can, she made a call in to the answering service of Dr. Perlowe's office, her OBGYN, for an immediate HIV/AIDS test, pap smear, and STD Testing. The next thing she did was hop on the internet and look up storage units. She would start by putting her valuables away in storage, then give her two weeks notice. By the time Justin came back, she'd be gone. Courtney was so wrapped up in her plans that she didn't even notice she received a text from Duncan. It had arrived some time after she got home last night. She read his message and smiled.
Hey there, Courtney. Thanks for coming out with me tonight. I had an awesome time and would like to see more of you soon. Sweet dreams, Princess. Hopefully, they're of me. Lol ;P. Duncan.
He was a little full of himself, but it only added to his charm. Maybe Duncan was going to be the next big thing in her life, the one that would make her shatter her façade and let her guard down for, to fully give herself to. A good start would be not acting so bitchy and standoffish towards him.
Hello, Duncan. Thank you again for taking me to dinner last night. I enjoyed myself and would like to see more of you as well. Maybe we could hang out again this week? P.S., since you call me Princess, I'll start calling you "Dunky". Now we both have a nickname that gets on the others nerves. Lol jk xoxo Courtney.
Duncan just got back from the gym, the sweat making his clothes cling even more to his body. His phone vibrated, he looked down and smiled when Courtney's message flashed across the screen. "Oh yeah, she totally wants me."
WHAT'D WE THINK OF THIS CHAPTER? IS JUSTIN A PR*CK OR WHAT? I HATE TO SPOIL THE STORY, (I WOULD WANT TO KNOW THIS IF I WERE A READER) NEITHER DUNCAN NOR COURTNEY WILL DIE IN THIS STORY, I CAN'T SAY THE SAME FOR THE REST OF THE CHARACTERS, BUT THERE WON'T BE TOO MANY DEATHS. STAY TUNED FOR CHAPTER TWELVE: PHASE TWO/THE CALL, COMING SOON! PLEASE READ AND REVIEW! NO FLAMES!
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