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Repression and Repercussions	By : SilentMagi Category: +1 through F > Daria Views: 5313 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: Daria and characters are all copyrighted to Glenn Eichler and Susie Lewis Lynn, I make no profit off this other than basic enjoyment.

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Repression and Repercussions
Chapter 2

Daria shook herself from the daze she had been in after the thirteenth infomercial, only to notice the sun rising on the horizon. Now was the time to make her run, before Jane woke up and convinced her to stay. Grabbing her sleeping clothes she made her way to the front door, she’d make up something to tell Jane, but right now she couldn’t risk the temptation of being so close to someone she had violated, both in her dreams and physically. Shutting the door quietly behind her she thought her escape complete, until she turned around and ran into a warm body of flesh. Looking up she blushed and stepped back.

“Hey Daria, you’re up early...” Trent said slowly with a small chuckle, which led to a cough.

“Umm, Hey Trent... I’m sorry about running into you like that...” Daria said as the blush spread on her cheeks. He had felt so strong and firm underneath that shirt, and the warmth seemed to call to her.

Trent shrugged and set down his guitar case. “I was just coming from practice, wasn’t really paying attention. Why are you leaving so early?”

“Umm... mom wants me home for family togetherness time...” Daria lied trying to hide the dark circles under her eyes. “I should go...”

“You don’t look so good Daria,” Trent said with a slight rumble to her name that sent shivers down her spine, “Let me give you a ride.”

“Alright,” Daria said as he led her to his car. Getting in she watched as he entered, noticing the bulge of his pants, the ripple of his muscles under his shirt’s sleeves. Closing her eyes, Daria fought the waves of images assaulting her mind by listing all the works of Shakespeare in reverse alphabetical order by the female lead.

Slowly she let herself slip down in her seat, rubbing Trent’s firm stomach and chest, smiling slightly as he sucked in his breath. Bending over she took the zipper for Trent’s pants in her teeth and slowly unzipped them, her smoldering eyes burning behind her lenses. Letting his member slide out from the fly of the boxers she purred softly licking the head slowly. As she felt the car speed up she captured his seed planter in her mouth and rocked her head up and down ever so slowly bringing it deeper into her mouth, while her tongue swirled over the fleshy firecracker she had trapped.

The sudden stop of the car’s motion snapped Daria out of her trance, causing her to blink a few times before looking about to get her bearings. She could have sworn she actually tasted Trent’s penis in her mouth, could feel it as it rubbed the roof of her mouth.

“We’re here Daria,” Trent said while looking at the house, “You should get some sleep, you really don’t look good. Hate to see Janey’s best friend and the coolest high schooler I know get sick.”

Blushing heavily Daria nodded and left the car in a rush, her clothing tucked under her arm as she practically ran away from Trent and the vision she’d had. What was happening to her? First her best friend, and now her ex-crush... both times she had been dominant, raping them against their will, or maybe it wasn’t. Eyes wide Daria fumbled with her keys trying to keep out the images of Jane and Trent chained naked in a basement waiting for ‘Mistress Daria’, begging her for a loving touch. Unlocking and entering her house, Daria practically ran up to her room up to her room after relocking the door. Tossing aside her bed clothes she began frantically pacing her room, trying to figure out what was happening with her. She was losing control of herself, and apparently she was a bisexual dominant nymphomaniac, or at least that’s what her mind kept screaming at her.

A few minutes later Daria leaned against the wall, that ever so thin wall that separated her from Quinn. Slumping down Daria let out a spiteful chuckle at the thought that this wall was such a perfect metaphor for how the sisters were. How Daria longed to tear down that wall between them, and embrace Quinn, showering her younger sister with love and protection like a big sister should. Closing her eyes Daria fought back the tears of longing from her eyes.

Slamming her fist into the wall Daria marveled at how a small section of it swung outward, the hinges had blended into the padding so well no one could have seen it, and it probably was out of the way enough that no one would see it in Quinn’s room. Bending over she crawled through the narrow passage way that had been opened. She would tell Quinn how much she cared, how much she wanted to be there for her, how much she loved her. Standing up Daria noticed that Quinn was sleeping on top of her blankets again; she had done that as a kid many times, saying it was too hot to sleep under them. Something was different than when they were kids, Quinn’s budding young body was sleeping on top naked, her tiny strawberry colored nipples standing erect on those perfect puffy mounds of flesh on her chest. Daria could feel herself walking closer, she had to talk to Quinn now, before her resolve weakened, she had to feel those breasts.

Daria’s eyes flew open as she gave a shout of panic; her heart was thumping in her chest as she thought of what she had nearly dreamt about doing. Looking at the corner where the door had been she sighed, seeing the wall firmly intact. Running her fingers over the padding she bit her lip, thinking that she needed this room, a padded cell to protect the world from her. Shaking her head Daria rose from the floor on wobbly legs, and groaned inwardly as she felt the moisture inside her panties. She needed another shower, and a new pair of panties. After that she would drink some of her tea to put her into a dreamless sleep, letting her get some rest, without images of her raping and molesting everyone she knew flashing past before her eyes.

Grabbing the fresh underwear from her drawers Daria stumbled down the hallway, leaning against the wall for support. Why were her legs shaking so badly? Could she really be sick? Entering the bathroom she shut the door and leaned on it heavily for a moment, letting the quiet of the house sink in. Pushing off she walked over to the sink and looked at herself in the mirror, the only obvious sign she wasn’t ok were the dark circles under her eyes, and the flushed tone to her skin. A nice hot shower would help explain the color of her skin, and sleep would take care of the circles.

Turning on the water Daria smiled slightly as the wispy curls of steam rolled up from the water pouring down. Turning around she removed her clothes and piled them up behind the door so that they wouldn’t get wet. Finally, before removing her glasses, the final item she ever removed, she looked into the mirror again, and saw her figure. Sure she didn’t show it off nearly as much as Quinn, but it was still a beautiful figure. From her long, slender legs, up over her baby smooth butt cheeks, along the trim stomach, and finally arriving at her pleasantly full breasts. They had taken on the slight sag of gravity that was natural to women, but still held the firmness of youth. One word passed through Daria’s mind when she viewed herself in that slowly misting mirror, hot. Sliding off her fogging glasses Daria smirked to herself and slipped into the shower.

Closing her eyes Daria savored the hot water as it cascaded over her, and let her mind think back to that little bit of narcissism. It was her one vice, her one little thrill that even Jane didn’t know. Daria sighed as she shook her head again; it was just something she did to prove the idiots wrong at school. This water felt good, almost like hands rubbing her neck in just the right spots to loosen the tension she was feeling. Exactly like two hands...

Turning around slowly Daria saw herself resting her hands on her shoulders. The doppelganger slowly leaned in and captured Daria’s lips with her own, sliding her arms down so to trap the original in their embrace. Daria couldn’t help but submit to this other self, let her breath be stolen away by the tender kisses along her neck, down over her breasts, along her stomach, all the way to her maidenhood. The kisses turned into long, slow, loving licks that collected the trembling girl’s nectar as it dribbled out, the whole feeling of watching herself licking her crotch was unreal. Leaning back with a moan Daria felt herself sliding down along the wall, down into the loving embrace of her clone.

Daria’s eyes shot wide open when she heard knocking on the door, and then Quinn’s voice asking her to hurry up. Daria quickly shut off the water and dried off. Wrapping the towel about herself she put her glasses on and then snatched up her clothing. A moment later a bleary eyed Quinn was nearly ran over by what appeared to be a wet blur. Gaining the sanctuary of her room Daria leaned against the door breathing heavily. That was too bizarre, even considering what else she had been dreaming about. She needed to talk to someone, but who could she turn to? Who could she tell these dreams and thoughts to that would understand? How could she even work up the courage to?

With a tiny, almost silent whimper Daria hugged her knees and feared for her sanity.
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