Re: Any fandom, non-con
anonymous
March 23 2014, 03:28:52 UTC
FACE DOWN: Chapter 3
*Face down in the dirt, He says, “This doesn’t hurt- I’ve finally had enough”*
Suddenly, Pinocchio’s white-gloved hand reached up and closed around Alice’s delicate wrist, and the other was placed firmly over her mouth, making sure that she was not able to bite. His blue eyes darkened, and he glared at the beautiful but black-hearted girl who had made his life a living hell for the past four months, ever since she had slammed the back of his boyfriend Lampwick’s head into a locker, putting him in a coma. She had then pushed Pinocchio up against the same locker and raped him, whispering all kinds of nasty and lavacious things in his ear as he sobbed and struggled to get away from her. When she reached her climax, she made him go home and clean up before taking her out, smiling sweetly and ignoring the tears that ran thick and fast down his face and the muffled weeping, shame filling his pretty eyes, cheeks burning with humiliation, and heart shattered. “What-?! You can’t-,” sputtered Alice, the sound of her voice muffled. But Pinocchio had HAD it- now it was HER turn to listen. “NO, Alice- that’s what I told you, and you never listened. “I begged you to ‘stop’, ‘quit’, and ‘get OFF’, pleaded ‘enough’ and ‘DON’T’… I HAD a boyfriend; and even if I WERE straight (which I’m not), I would not EVER choose *you*. For four months, I’ve been isolated from my friends, raped, used, and abused by you, bitten, scratched, hit, slapped, and spit on, and even wore a DOG COLLAR! “Do you feel like a woman when you push me and other people around? Do you feel better, and more powerful, as I fall to the ground? Does it make you feel good when I cry?” He knew the answer. “Yes- you do.” While all of this had been going on, Once-ler had called the police- Deputy Woody Pride now strode into the room with a pair of handcuffs in his hands. His brown eyes flashed with anger as he took in the bruise and scratch marks on Pinocchio’s face, and the fading hickeys on his neck along with a very faint collar line. As soon as Alice started trying to yell or take control of the situation, he gagged her, causing a rouse of cheers. Anna strode forward and slapped Alice so hard that her head snapped to the side. “That was for Pinocchio- and everything that you’ve done to him,” she spat, blue-green eyes flashing. Rapunzel then took her frying pan that she used in home ec out of her bag and SMACKED Alice’s backside. “THAT was for what you did to his boyfriend,” she said primly, tossing her hair back. ……………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………. Anna sighed happily and laid her head on Rapunzel’s shoulder as they danced at prom. It had been three months since the whole Alice fiasco; Pinocchio had healed physically and mentally from the four months of abuse and rape, and was back in a HEALTHY relationship with Lampwick- and said boys were dancing with each other right now, and sharing a kiss. Alice had been tried and sentenced with-OUT parole for sexual, physical, mental, and verbal abuse and rape, being placed in juvie for an undetermined amount of time. Good riddance to EXTREMELY bad *rubbish*!
*Face down in the dirt,
He says, “This doesn’t hurt-
I’ve finally had enough”*
Suddenly, Pinocchio’s white-gloved hand reached up and closed around Alice’s delicate wrist, and the other was placed firmly over her mouth, making sure that she was not able to bite. His blue eyes darkened, and he glared at the beautiful but black-hearted girl who had made his life a living hell for the past four months, ever since she had slammed the back of his boyfriend Lampwick’s head into a locker, putting him in a coma. She had then pushed Pinocchio up against the same locker and raped him, whispering all kinds of nasty and lavacious things in his ear as he sobbed and struggled to get away from her. When she reached her climax, she made him go home and clean up before taking her out, smiling sweetly and ignoring the tears that ran thick and fast down his face and the muffled weeping, shame filling his pretty eyes, cheeks burning with humiliation, and heart shattered.
“What-?! You can’t-,” sputtered Alice, the sound of her voice muffled. But Pinocchio had HAD it- now it was HER turn to listen.
“NO, Alice- that’s what I told you, and you never listened. “I begged you to ‘stop’, ‘quit’, and ‘get OFF’, pleaded ‘enough’ and ‘DON’T’… I HAD a boyfriend; and even if I WERE straight (which I’m not), I would not EVER choose *you*. For four months, I’ve been isolated from my friends, raped, used, and abused by you, bitten, scratched, hit, slapped, and spit on, and even wore a DOG COLLAR!
“Do you feel like a woman when you push me and other people around? Do you feel better, and more powerful, as I fall to the ground? Does it make you feel good when I cry?” He knew the answer. “Yes- you do.”
While all of this had been going on, Once-ler had called the police- Deputy Woody Pride now strode into the room with a pair of handcuffs in his hands. His brown eyes flashed with anger as he took in the bruise and scratch marks on Pinocchio’s face, and the fading hickeys on his neck along with a very faint collar line. As soon as Alice started trying to yell or take control of the situation, he gagged her, causing a rouse of cheers.
Anna strode forward and slapped Alice so hard that her head snapped to the side. “That was for Pinocchio- and everything that you’ve done to him,” she spat, blue-green eyes flashing.
Rapunzel then took her frying pan that she used in home ec out of her bag and SMACKED Alice’s backside. “THAT was for what you did to his boyfriend,” she said primly, tossing her hair back.
…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………….
Anna sighed happily and laid her head on Rapunzel’s shoulder as they danced at prom. It had been three months since the whole Alice fiasco; Pinocchio had healed physically and mentally from the four months of abuse and rape, and was back in a HEALTHY relationship with Lampwick- and said boys were dancing with each other right now, and sharing a kiss.
Alice had been tried and sentenced with-OUT parole for sexual, physical, mental, and verbal abuse and rape, being placed in juvie for an undetermined amount of time. Good riddance to EXTREMELY bad *rubbish*!
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