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The part NYDTQT is never going to write (or admit)	By : psychotol Category: +1 through F > Daria Views: 6437 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-The part NYDTQT is never going to write (or admit
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Constraints: the part in the fanfic “Shattered Heart” where Chris rapes Daria, I’m Guessing Shattered heart would be located between seasons 1 and 4.

Synopsis: a missing scene fanfic of a fanfic (If I posted this, I don’t care how sad I am)

The part NYDTQT is never going to write (or admit he or she wanked to).

Content: graphic description of rape.

Legal: cast of Daria belongs to MTV, “shattered heart” and Chris belongs to NYDTQT.

“Here it is” Chris said, gesturing at a door.

“Thanks” Daria said, as she entered the room, she didn’t really need to go, but she did want to ditch this moron, couldn’t he tell she was too young for ?
?

Well, probably could actually, but she wasn’t getting drunk in company such as that present at this party, which she really couldn’t remember why she was attending in the first place.

Oh yeah, it was Janes latest attempt to get her into Trents bed, the reason she was wearing this stuff and torturing her eyeballs with those fucking contacts.

This wasn’t a bathroom ‘what the fuck?’ she thought, staring at the bed “wait a minute” she said, she heard the door slam, Chris grabbed her and threw her onto the bed.

It took an entire 5 seconds for the situation to fully register, as Chris got on top of her “What are you doing? No! Get off me!” she said.

“Can’t do that, you dressed for action, and action ye shall have”

Another two seconds to register what this guy was really up to.

She punched at the soft spot under his sternum with an open palm as she pulled one of her legs out from under his ass, another punch at his face was intercepted immediately, she then tried tok hik him off of her but was unsuccessful, the first punch had no effect what so ever, he united her hands above her head grd grabbed her face with his r har hand, leaning in for a kiss.

She struggled violently and ineffectively as he forced her mouth open to get his tongue in.

“NOOOOOO” she yelled around his tongue, she had to get out of there, getting pregnant was so not on her to do list.

He kept kissing her for a few more seconds and then he broke off and started squeezing her breasts.

“GET OFF ME YASTAASTARD!” she yelled, it was too loud for his liking, but not loud enough to register to anyone listening to the music on the other side of the door, he clamped his hand over her mouth and decided she wasn’t strong enough to dislodge him anyway, so he used his other hand to roll her tee shirt and bra up to her neck.

“That’s what happens when you promise something and fail to deliver, all ‘come fuck me’ one minute, then ‘just kidding, ha, ha, ha-ha, ha’ the next” he said, feigning anger, typical cheap attempt at a mind fuck.

She couldn’t reach his face, nor could she stop him rolling up her shirt or gagging her, he squeezed her bare breasts brutally, twisting her nipples, abusing her like she was a toy, she intensified her struggles, but this was going nowhere, she paused to consider what might work, or at least to stop wasting energy.

“That’s more like it”

He removed his hand from her mouth and then pulled her tee s and and bra over her head, using it to pin her arms behind her back, he rose to his knees above her apparently thinking she had surrendered, she took this opportunity to kick him off the bed.

She then spun on the bed and stood up behind it, she pulled her tee shirt back over her head as she started towards the door, only to be intercepted and thrown face down on the bed.

“We’re not done yet, you lying whore”

Her teeshirt and bra where removed from her body and he shoved her face into the mattress as he started undoing her jeans, which she ignored as she tried to get her face up enough to allow her to breathe, he got off her to pull her jeans and panties down to her ankles and when he had done this.

She rolled over and tried to move back, giving him the opportunity to get his knees between her legs, pinning her feet which where bound by the garments that where trapped by her boots, he pinned her hands above her head as he got his other foot between her legs, once he had her legs around his waist, he rose to his knees again and started undressing himself.

Yet another level of panic was reached as she was now cunt naked and wrapped around him, Daria tried to get her feet over his head, but was unsuccessful, her hope of escaping was diminishing, she started punching him in the abdomen again as he started unbuckling his own trousers, but this had no effect.

Stupid aversion to exercise of any kind!

He got his trousers and pants down to his knees and he grabbed her hands with one hand as he masturbated with the other, Daria was starting to feel nauseous at the smell of sweat, the feel of him between her legs, the exposure of her cunt, and the sight of his hardening penis which looked considerably bigger than a tampon, and was probably going to be inserted with all the care of a DU sabot.

He moved back off the bed, dragging her with him so her ass was hanging over the bed, he then pinned her hands above her head and clamped his other hand over her mouth again, she could feel the tip of his penis moving down her abdomen to her labia.

She gave up struggling, and tried to think of another way to escape.

The penis was pushed against her mound, pushing the labia upwards, Daria hyperventilated as her body went hard, there was no realistic hope of stopping him entering her, how many nerve endings are we talking about again?

He looked her in the eye as he shifted on his knees to a better position.

He then slammed his hips forward, she felt her vaginal walls grate (like she was being fucked with a rasp), her vaginal sphincter tear, saw bright spots appear in her vision and she felt bile rise to her throat, she also realised she had emitted the squeak she just heard, she sounded like a dogs chew toy.

‘ohhhhh, great analogy’ she thought.

He pulled back, the friction hurt, Daria closed her eyes as tears welled from the paeveneven if she wanted to loosen her body, the pain wasn’t going to let her, he then rammed it back in again.

He kept the pile driver style thrusts going for a few minutes, the slow extraction was maddening as was the impossibility of escape.

‘Well, that’s rape for you’ she mused, she now concentrated on something to distract her mind from the pain and not puking as her attempt to resist the rape caused the pressure waves to be transmitted to the stomach.

He paused on one of the thrusts.

‘We done then?’ was the question that popped up.

He then started a jackhammer style thrust, this took her completely by surprise and disrupted her ability to locate herself in the room, let alone think, for a few seconds.

He paused again.

A shorter round of jackhammer thrusts then occurred.

‘Oh, right, he’s only toying with me’ she thought.

He kept delivering various lengths of jackhammer thrusts for a while, her body was getting tired of staying hard, she started to go limp.

All thought had ceased as he alternated between pile driver and jackhammer thrusts, she knew why he didn’t just hammer away until he came, but that didn’t help her much, she also didn’t know how much time had elapsed, could it have been several hours by now?

He eventually started a sinusoidal thrust, releasing her arms, he started massaging her breasts, this third style caused a more steady pain, souldould think through it, but it was still tortuous and the movement reminded her of masturbation.

He started to speed up, perhaps he was finally going to ejaculate and get it over with.

Great, sperm and possibly viruses.

He kept increasing the speed and eventually he ejaculated, the feeling of his semen against and in her cervix made her feel even more nauseous then she was feeling already, thoughts of herpes, AIDS assisted airborne viruses, and teenage motherhood flashed before her eyes.

His penis started to shrink, and he pulled it out, lifting her feet over his head and stepping back, he released her legs letting her ass drop onto the floor with a thud, showing her the same regard as a used condom.

Daria didn’t move as he got dressed again and left, she wasn’t getting into a conversation with this guy, ‘how could he? Easy, he’s a psycho, tell him how much pain he caused and he’ll get another boner’

It took about a minute for Daria to warm to the idea of moving, she was covered in sweat, contaminated with semen, which was oozing its way to her labia, and didn’t want to increase the sensations of being covered in a film of shit by moving, but she couldn’t stay like this either.

She pulled her panties and jeans up, and found her top, as she was putting it on (not bothering to separate the garments first), she started thinking about weather or not she wanted to call the police.

‘Let’s see, do I want to walk into the police station, have a bunch of cops photograph me, stick a cotton bud up my cervix, and probably fail to prosecute this guy because the Jury, most probably consisting of fairly conservative middle aged religious types, will think I was asking for it’

Convincing herself that how she had dressed was irrelevant to this was one thing, Rapists prefer less adventurous people anyway, easier to hurt, bigger contributing factors where her aversion to exercise and her lack of concealed weapons, not to mention attending this stupid party to begin with.

But she wasn’t going to attempt to prosecute unless she was 70% certain the jury would find the asshole guilty, right now she put her probability of a successful prosecution at 35%, and that was being optimistic, she’d either have to be black and blue or dead for her probability of success to be acceptable, and she wasn’t going to bounce herself off of furniture just for that.

Besides, CSIs had this annoying habit of telling self inflicted impacts from those sustained from an assault.

She pushed her breasts back into the push up bra and reset her tee shirt, then headed out to find Jane, no sense in leaving her to also get raped.

Although that would serve her right for making Daria come to this.

‘No, she couldn’t have expected this to occur, any more than I could have’

The sooner she could get this filth off and out of her, the better.

And she could use some morning after pills.

She fought the urge to barf again as she was reminded of the invading army of sperm cells that where making their way into her uterus.

Tears welled again.

‘Find Jane, and get the fuck out of here’ she told herself

End.
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