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My Beloved Brother	By : Shotahunter1851 Category: +1 through F > Danny Phantom Views: 2879 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 3
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My Beloved Brother

Chapter 2.5 Sam’s rape

What follow describes the events that took place the night Sam was drugged by Jazz and sexually abuse by Gregor;
This fiction is in accordance with several private messages requesting a more explicit scene.
Do not read if you’re easily offended by sexually explicit material.

Though this part does have much to do with the story, reading it is completely optional.
Please enjoy, if you don’t like it, please don’t be too cruel in the comments.
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The sun was descending on the far horizon, as the moon took over the sun place up above in the sky cozy among the clouds and the stars, a young white-haired boy walks around the apartment he shared with his aunt and uncle as well as their daughter who was no older than ten years old. He didn’t want to go to the library like Jazz had ordered him to, he didn’t feel like turning into her gofer, after all, back in the old country he was the errand boy of many bullies if he fails to comply with the many ridiculous demands he would be beaten black and green. Hence the reason he moved to the states, the clock on the living room wall marked 7:18 pm, Gregor decided not to attend to Jazz’s appointment, he rather glued himself to the single couch as he began watching some local television.

“Damn it.”- Gregor mumbled as he speeds towards the library as fast as he could.

“The fuck is wrong with women these days, first my slut of a sister that doesn’t stop getting nailed by random dudes even when I’m home”- the white-haired boy continued.

His mind recalls the many times he caught his sister Zoe having sex in her bedroom, the living room, or even the kitchen, often with men who were double her age. She never did care if Gregor caught her in the act, some of her partners were his bullies and on some rare occasions some of his so-called friends. The boy hated his sister more than anything. His workaholic parents were hardly ever at home thus giving Zoe the time she needed to be with her “playmates,” despite her younger brother being in the house almost all the time.

“Then mom and dad always working.”- the boy mumbled as he could see the library across the street.

His family's financial situation wasn’t bad at all. They, in fact, own two cars and had their own house and a healthy bank account, the boy did wonder if they actually worked for such prolonged hours or just spend that amount of time elsewhere.

“As if I didn’t have enough with my aunt bossing me around like some damn servant, now I have to deal with this crazy Yankee.”- the boy said to himself as Jazz complains about him being late.

The boy looks around, unable to see anyone nearby. Only the large empty courtyard in front of the library, a few buildings across the street beyond a decorative line of trees that separated the car lanes. Upon asking what she wanted, the redhead told him that she was very pleased with his service and constant help, mostly by keeping tabs on both the goth and her younger brother.

“Service?”- the boy questioned as he waits for an answer. Yet Jazz ignores him as she motions the teen to follow her.

Gregor follows the redhead further into the large empty parking lot, a tall brick wall surrounding the whole parking lot. The only entrance was next to the front building, the lot was divided into two parts, the side parking for “clients” and the employee parking lot in the back, it was there that Jazz had parked her pink vehicle, the only one in sight, a few large dumpsters in the back corner, illuminated by a single lightbulb.

It takes them a few steps to reach her car, the girl details to him just how no one ever comes to this public library during the night, sometimes even during the day, Jazz knew the schedule like the back of her hand thanks to the long hours she spends here. She hands him a small package as she tells him it’s his “reward” and for a moment he is left dumbfounded but upon opening the box he is surprised with the contents.

“Condoms?”- Gregor whispered as the idea that perhaps Jazz was willing to have sex with him had crossed his mind.

“You’re a good man, and you’ve been a good friend to me, so here’s your reward, enjoy her”- Jazz said as she opens her car door. Before Gregor could give voice to his initial thought.

Within the vehicle was a sleeping Sam, it didn’t take a genius to know what Jazz expected of him, the redhead turns around as she tells him to text her once he’s done, and Gregor remains in silence as the girl walks away. The white-haired foreign student wonders just how much she hate Sam or what did the goth ever do to her to have earned so much hatred, not really wanting to stand outside, the boy climbs on the passenger seat.

(XXXXX)

“No, I won’t do it, I’m better than this.”- Said the boy firmly as he pulls out his cellphone ready to tell Jazz he wasn’t going to do it.

Almost from far away, he could hear a very familiar voice insulting his manliness followed by a series of loud moaning, the very same that haunted his dreams, he knew the sounds didn’t come from anywhere but within his head.

“You’ll follow me even here, damn whore!”- Gregor yelled as he realizes that the voice in his head was none other than Zoe’s. He turns his attention towards Sam who still slumbers over the white bedsheet, her checkered skirt was running up revealing her black panties still covered under her purple leggings, and her blouse though short now shows far more than just her belly button.

“She seems uncomfortable”- whispered Gregor as he removes her heavy combat boots while trying to ignore the teasing in his head. Even as he takes her boots off, Sam doesn’t react at all. The temptation had begun to rise as Gregor takes a sneak peek under her skirt, the underwear she wore had small purple bat plaster all over it.

“She’ll never know, right?”- Gregor whispered as he pulls down her leggings along with her panties.

All around is in absolute silence, no more teasing in his head done by his imaginary sister, only the distant sounds of random yet seldom cars which broke the silence for a moment, he could hear his heart beating, his stomach felt empty and his hands felt tingly. He could barely see her young womanhood, the only light came from the lightbulb on the wall, moving almost on instinct he pulls out his cellphone, and though his hand shivers his fingers managed to search for the flashlight app.

With heavy breathing and sweaty hands, he pulls down Sam’s leggings and purple bat panties exposing her young and “unused” vagina, Gregor’s eyes look over to the dark crotch wondering if he should really do this. The light from Gregor’s phone shine brightly over Sam’s bare crotch, slowly but firmly the white-haired boy brought his face as close as he could, the smell that emanated from Sam was akin to an aphrodisiac making his heart beat hard.

“So that’s what a hymen looks like”- Gregor said as he took a few pictures with his cellphone.

Unable to think clearly anymore he took a single lick of her vagina, the salty flavor clouded his mind, the ecstasy of having for the first time lick the privates of a girl made his penis harden so much it hurt him. Breathing heavy, Gregor took a glance out the windshield but as expected the parking lot was still empty, just the red brick wall and a few lightbulbs far ahead. He cautiously pulls her black blouse over her head, leaving only her black brassier insight. There wasn’t much to gaze underneath as Gregor’s eyes were far more intrigued by what was a bit lower, once more his eyes darted to all sides making sure for the last time that they were alone.

(XXXXX)

He almost ripped off his own clothes leaving only his socks on, perhaps the unnatural circumstances and the fact that for the first time in his life, he and a girl were nude made his penis slightly longer than normal. Gregor’s nervousness made him break two condoms as he tried to open them with his teeth as he had seen in porn movies, the third one came out just fine as he used his fingers instead of his teeth, but as he tried to put the rubber on, he discovers he was putting it backward, with a soft growl he flips it around and managed to roll it down his member. Naturally, Sam’s entrance was tight and difficult to breach therefore using all his strength Gregor pierce through her making a string blood come running down from her vagina while Gregor gave a loud moan similar to a girl’s.

“Damn, it’s amazing!”- the boy screamed knowing all too well that no one could hear him.

“Zoe, I’m sorry I thought so low of you. Now I know why you were so obsessed with having sex all the time”- Gregor Spoke out loud in his native tongue.

“It’s so warm and slippery… it’s incredible”- the white hair continued lad as he rocks his hips inside Sam.

Gregor ejaculated after only three humps, embracing the goth he filled the condom with his seed, and slowly he pulls out from Sam, mainly because his penis was extremely sensitive now. but a wide smile was drawn on his face. Taking once more his phone out, he took a commemorative photo of Sam's swollen and bloody vagina, he took a second picture of his bloodstain condom-covered penis, and a final picture of him lying next to Sam. Breathing heavily he glances over the still dormant goth.

“Was that as good for you as it was for me?”- the boy questioned in a triumphal voice.

(XXXXX)

Unbeknown to him his actions weren’t a complete secret as a camera masterfully hidden under the dashboard had not only recorded the rape but was transmitting live to a certain redhead who watches unimpressed by such a lacking performance. What Gregor did notice was a small trash bin with a plastic bag in the back of the car, he was certain it was meant for the used condoms, Gregor knew he had committed a crime and needed to leave as little evidence as possible.

He peeled the rubber off but as he was about to throw it in the bin, he notices Sam’s mouth slightly ajar, he wanted to try so many things he had seen in his vast collection of porn films. The white-haired boy recalls a scene, in particular, where the actress ripped the condom and swallowed the semen. Knowing all too well he might not have a second chance like this, he pops the contents unto Sam’s mouth, seeing her swallow it by mere reflex was more than enough to make him go hard again.

“Ready for round two?”- Gregor questioned as he readies himself one more time.

Jazz continues watching the events unfold as she enjoyed a third mochaccino, though she liked the beverage, she didn’t fancy drinking it for a third time in a row while viewing a “porn” movie. She moved her eyes around the café, many couples were having a romantic dinner unaware of what was taking place just across the street, she did wonder if anyone would even care, or would they just ignore them just like no one cared when she was almost the victim. Sam’s feet dangle in the air as her rapist was getting the hang of it, Gregor knew he couldn’t try the many things he wanted mostly because of Sam’s unconscious state but even so, he came up with an idea.

No longer caring for the girl’s wellbeing he flips her around like a rag doll exposing her silk white buttocks, the white-haired student took several pictures before spreading her cheeks. Gregor licks his lips as the tip of his penis begins to prick Sam’s anus. The boy could imagine Sam moaning loudly like in his porn movies, repeating the lines that turn him on but of course, all of this was in his empty head, the girl was unconscious, she didn’t agree to do this.

Gregor’s hip-swaying ended after twenty minutes, he no longer could hold an erection, nevertheless, he was satisfied with the results, his arms tremble as he wipes Sam’s privates with the bedsheet. While he pulled his pants back on, he texts Jazz, telling her he was done, he knew she would want him to clean up the mess, though he had absolutely no problem with it, this might prove difficult since his legs didn’t stop shaking. Even the text he sends proved rather difficult with his trembling hand, through the rearview mirror Gregor could see Sam laying on her stomach with her legs slightly spread open, her crotch was red and swollen, contrasted with her almost pale skin.

(XXXXX)

About ten minutes later, Jazz had come out from the shadows, in the direction of the café, Gregor steps out of the pink car with his legs still shaking, a glance through the window showed him what he had done to Sam. A brief sense of guilt overcame him momentarily as he stares at the goth, Jazz came up to him and told him he could leave, since she had to take Sam back home, and couldn’t be seen driving him around.

He voices his worries as to how she would return the girl and hide the evidence, the redhead was just as guilty as he was, at least that’s what the boy thought. Not really explaining her plans nor the reason she had to make Sam go through this, the redhead simply orders Gregor to leave at once, he quietly obeys the order, and a few moments later the pink car passed next to him leaving the student now rapist behind.

Hidden in an alleyway near Sam’s house, Jazz proceeded to clean the goth girl with chlorin not really caring if the chemical harmed her delicate parts, it was 10:30 pm when the gothic teenager began to react, the effects of the drug had started to wore off, she puts the bedsheet and used condoms inside a black plastic bag and dumps it the large dumpster. Using a black hoodie she kept in the trunk along with some beer cans, Jazz hides her face while aiding the droopy teen by quenching her dry throat with some beer, even though the local store didn’t sell alcohol or cigars to minors, the redhead was surprised to find out that all she needed was to ask nicely.

Perhaps they saw her as an adult due to her cold and stoic way of speech, or maybe they just didn’t care a girl wearing a hoodie had come to shop, whatever the reason, she had what she wanted. With the teen completely out of it, Jazz pours a whole can over the goth who stares at her with a blank expression, still unaware of where she was or what had happened to her, she didn’t realize who stood in front of her. Once the goth could stand on her feet, the redhead hands her a cigar and leads her back home, knowing all too well the reaction her conservative parents will have, standing in the shadow she makes sure the goth reaches the doorbell.

“Jeremy came here!!!! Right now!!!!!” Pamela screamed.

They saw her daughter wobbling her way into the house, the stench of beer and cigars was awfully strong, Jeremy sees his daughter smiling at him before passing out in his arms.

To be continued.
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