Don't Ruin The Wedding

[RapeU]

Teaser: I begged. I pleaded. I cried out for help. It didn’t deter him. Despite my best efforts he ripped the clothes from my body and got naked himself. I tried to fight him off every step of the way, but it was useless. He violated my body. While he was inside me I tried with every ounce of my strength to push him off me, but it was no use. His disgusting hands invaded my bosom and his mouth pressed against mine. All I could do was make muffled moans and groans of protest and pain. He took me for what felt like hours.
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The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: Don't Ruin The Wedding
Author: RapeU
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A semi-incestual story of someone getting molested slowly over a period of time. Future step siblings when the molestation starts. The main character runs into now Officer Amber Richardson from A Song Without Music and tells Amber about her torment.

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Title of the Story

I ran with no sense of direction and no idea where I was going. It didn’t matter where I ended up. I just wanted to be away from it all. Suddenly I was no longer running, but on the ground dazed. What happened? Oh, I ran right into an officer.

“Are you hurt?” The officer was female. She got up first and looked at me with concern in her eyes. I looked back and into her eyes. Her eyes bore into my soul. “You need help,” she said with softness in her voice. “Help?” I asked in a daze. She nodded. “You ran from something. Or someone. Come, sit in my car with me.” I gave her a questioning look. “All I’m asking is to just sit for a little while to make sure you’re ok. If you don’t want to sit in my car, we can sit somewhere in the shade.”

Something about this officer told me she was different. I felt like I could trust her. Her eyes had warmth and compassion in them. “Let’s sit in your car,” I decided. “It will be cooler there than in this heat.” The officer led me to her car and opened the front door for me. She got in and turned the car on. Cool refreshing air bellowed in my face.

“Now,” she said “I have a feeling you need someone to talk to. You can do that here. You’re safe with me.” I stared at the floor, not wanting to look her in the eye. Safe? I hadn’t felt safe in a long time. She noted my hesitation to talk “If you need a quiet place, we can just sit in silence until you’re ready to leave if you want. Whatever you need I’m here to help. It’s your choice.”

“But what if you don’t believe me? Nobody believes me.” The officer replied “Something has happened to you. Otherwise you wouldn’t have run right into me the way you did.” “Yeah,” I said. “A lot of things have happened.” The officer replied with sadness in her voice “Me too. That’s how I know you need someone. I’ve had things happen too.” While she spoke those words I saw a familiar look in her eyes. I realized that I had seen that look every time I looked at my reflection. A haunted look. The thousand yard stare. The look in her eyes faded and was replaced by compassion and warmth. I was amazed. This police officer just lowered her defenses so I could see that she was like me. Broken.

“I don’t even know how you can help me.” She smiled warmly. “By listening if you choose to tell me. If not, I need to make sure you’re going to be in a safe place.” Alarm and panic rang through my voice “Like what!” I exclaimed. She noted my alarm and shook her head. “I’m not going to drop you off at some psych ward, prison cell, or someplace you don’t want to be.” The officer put a reassuring hand on my arm. “If you can promise me your home is a safe place I can drop you off there. If your home is not safe, then there’s different shelters I can take you to depending on your needs. But let’s just focus on one thing at a time. Is your home safe?”

“No. I’m not safe in my home,” I answered and began my story as to why…

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It all started when my mom, Megan, met this really great guy Ted. I nicknamed him teddy bear and he along with all of his coworkers thought it was the funniest thing in the world. He really is a big teddy bear and cares about both my mom and me. My real dad died when I was young. Ted isn’t the problem. His son Robert, or Rob as everyone calls him, is.

Rob lost his mom when he was young. I guess that’s how we developed a common connection. Everything was fine at first. Rob and I seemed to get along like normal friends. Ted and mom were in love, and when Ted popped the question everyone was ecstatic. About a week after, mom and Ted bought a house and the four of us moved in. That’s when Rob changed. It started very slowly. Sometimes I’d catch him looking at me with an unusual twinkle in his eye. Other times he would brush up against me and his hand would get awfully close to my middle, ass, or breast without actually touching me. Then one night under the light of the stars, he made his intentions fully known. We were using his telescope to see some kind of comet. I can’t remember which one. All pomp and circumstance for a small speck across the sky. After it was over was when it happened.

“You know Amanda, you’re really pretty.” I realized then that the gleam in his eyes had been a lust for me. Gross. “Thanks…I guess…” I slowly backed away from him, creeped out by his stare. “I like you Amanda. I want to do more with you.” He closed the gap between us. “You mean like dating? But we’re going to be brother and sister,” I protested. I kept backing away from him until my back hit against the brick wall. “Not blood related,” he pointed out. “Plus we’re both adults. We can do whatever we want with each other. Nobody’s going to care.” He continued to get closer and closer to me as I was backing away. “Still, it seems like we’re betraying mom and Ted. It’s weird!”

He kissed my lips suddenly without warning. I froze for a few moments, shocked. After the shock wore off I pushed at him. “Stop,” I whispered. “Come on Amanda, don’t fight it.” He kissed me again with his lips pressed harder against me this time. His tongue managed to invade my mouth. I pushed his chest harder. He backed away. “Don’t touch me” I angrily commanded. His eyes darkened with anger. For a moment I thought he was going to hurt me, but instead he turned and stormed into the house. I spat onto the porch. My mouth felt disgusting. I went into the house and brushed my teeth twice to get that gross feeling out of my mouth.

After the kissing incident my mom could tell something was off about me. She asked and I just said I was on my period, which was partially true. I didn’t tell her what Rob did. I thought it was just a one time thing and he would get over it eventually. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

In the following weeks, the looks and brushing up against me increased dramatically. It seemed like he would purposefully arrange it to where he and I would walk by each other just so that he could have another chance of creepily looking at me or almost touching me. I finally said something to my mom when he got brave enough to give my ass a very firm squeeze. She talked to Ted who then talked to Rob. Of course Rob denied it and claimed it was just part of natural sibling horseplay. They believed him over me. “Oh Amanda, he’s always been one of the boys and hung out with guy friends. He hasn’t had many female friends and he’s just trying to be playful.” “Gosh I can’t imagine why he had so few female friends…” That sarcastic comment earned the death stare from my mother. The death stare meant the conversation was closed.

With mom and Ted not believing me, Rob’s interactions with me became significantly worse. His hand would touch me wherever convenient any time we were both out of eyesight of mom and Ted. Somehow we were both out of eyesight frequently. I kept telling him to stop, but he wouldn’t stop doing it. It got to the point where I felt so unsafe that I locked my bedroom door whenever I was in it. Thankfully I still had the privacy of my bedroom. Yet I couldn’t be in my bedroom all hours of the day. I had to emerge for the bathroom, shower, and sustenance. Each time I would leave my bedroom he would be around and inappropriately touch me. I tried to say something again, but it was his word against mine. And they sided with him.

I then decided if mom and Ted wouldn’t listen to me, I should move out away from them and Rob. If I didn’t live with Rob, then perhaps his abuse would cease. I wasn’t able to find another place to live because shortly after my decision I was diagnosed with ovarian cancer. The diagnosis was pretty shocking because it is rare for a young woman my age to be diagnosed with it, but at the same time the diagnosis made sense. Cancer among women was common in my father’s side of the family. My mom knew this and always stressed to me the importance of making sure my doctors knew. A tumor was growing on one of my ovaries and was caught early thanks to constant vigilance by myself and my doctor. I had to have it surgically removed and chemo afterwards to be safe, but the doctor said my outlook was good as long as I kept up with regular cancer checks. After surgery, Rob would come to visit along with the rest of the family. He didn’t try anything at the hospital. Probably thought there would be too many potential witnesses. With his lack of abuse at the hospital, it strengthened my decision to move. Unfortunately, I couldn’t do it right away because I needed to recover from surgery and a few rounds of chemo.

Once I was discharged from the hospital Rob’s antics resumed. And it was worse. He would corner me in places out of their eyesight and touch me. I uselessly tried pushing him away, but he of course was stronger than my recovering body. One day he cornered me, lifted my shirt with one hand, and squeezed my left breast with his other. I slapped him in the face as hard as I could, though it was still weak. He grabbed both my wrists and pinned them to the wall. Then he kissed me before I could protest. He then fondled my chest, gave me a menacing grin, and causally left the room as if nothing had happened.

I tried to say something again about what he did, but mom and Ted still didn’t believe me. Mom actually asked me if I was taking too many pain pills. It was more of a rhetorical question because Rob had already gaslighted them into thinking I was hallucinating from pain meds. He took some of the pain meds out of the bottle to make it look like I took more and did who knows what with them. That led to mom hiding all the meds in the house and coming up with a medication schedule. With Rob fooling mom and Ted into thinking I had become addicted, I knew there was no chance of them allowing me to live elsewhere. Oh and guess who volunteered to watch over me to make sure I used medication responsibly? That’s right, Rob.

It was a pretty nasty choice. Either get pain relief and be abused or be in pain with no abuse. Thankfully most of the surgical pain was present the first few days post surgery, and that was when I was still in the hospital. Rob’s plan of choosing abuse or pain didn’t work. Yet I still needed to emerge from my room for basic necessities. And whenever I emerged, Rob would usually be there.

One time he actually wasn’t there when I made a trip to the bathroom, but he appeared when I opened the bathroom door after finishing my business. He startled me by walking into the bathroom and holding onto the door to prevent me from shutting it. I backed away purely out of instinct. He shut the door behind him. Wordlessly he lifted my shirt and bra. I opened my mouth to protest, but words just wouldn’t come out because I was so afraid. He fondled my chest for what felt like an eternity. Then he kissed me again. I felt so dirty that I immediately took a shower after he left.

It got to the point where Rob was doing it so much that I would stay in my room as much as possible with the door locked. But I still had to go to chemotherapy after recovering from surgery, so I couldn’t just stay in my room. I thought maybe Rob would not find me attractive without hair. Nope, he didn’t care about my bald head one bit. In fact, Rob had a barber cut all his hair off and donated it to some organization. I can’t remember which. Everyone thought it was sweet that my future brother was supporting me throughout my cancer journey. I knew it was all just to keep up appearances.

I remember right after he shaved his head he caught me in the bathroom again. This time he slid his hand down my pants and rubbed me down there while kissing me. I was weak from chemo earlier that day and wanted to try and stop him, but couldn’t. Afterwards, he would still continue touching me and kissing me when I didn’t want him to. Each time it happened it felt like he would touch and kiss me longer. So I stayed in my room with the door locked most of the time and avoided coming out as much as possible. I used the excuse of me having a bald head and didn’t like the feeling of a wig. My mom told me it was silly to be like that because Rob looked like I did, but she didn’t do anything to try and stop me from camping out in my room.

I eventually ended up with a uti from holding my bladder too long. When the doctor asked why I was holding it so long I tried to explain, but he brushed it off just like mom and Ted did. Then, two months before the wedding, mom and Ted decided to do a couple’s weekend. I begged my mom not to go. I saw Rob’s eyes when he heard mom and Ted would be gone the whole weekend. I felt physically sick to my stomach. Mom asked why I was being so silly. I tried to explain again but she wouldn’t listen to me.

I had nowhere to go for the weekend except to be locked in my room, praying that each time I emerged he wouldn’t catch me. Rob met my friends when mom and Ted started dating. My friends could tell something had changed after the move. I don’t know how he did it, but Rob managed to convince my friends I was crazy and a liar. He would go so far to manipulate situations to make it look like I lied to a friend when I simply just didn’t know what I was saying wasn’t true. I had a support system before Rob came into the picture, but he had totally dismantled it before I even knew what he was doing.

Thus, after mom and dad left, I bolted to my room and locked the door like always. I lay on my bed and stared at the ceiling just like always. Only this time, Rob had a key. The key unlocked all the rooms in the house. He had requested it from mom and Ted in case of an emergency. I didn’t know he had done that until later. So I was completely shocked when my door unlocked and he barged into my room.

“I was upset when you rejected me Amanda. But after thinking about it I noticed you didn’t say anything about what I was doing to you. So I kept going just to see what would happen and how far I could go. When they sided with me after you blabbed was the moment I realized I could have you whenever I want as long as they remained blissfully unaware about our…relationship…”

I begged. I pleaded. I cried out for help. It didn’t deter him. Despite my best efforts he ripped the clothes from my body and got naked himself. I tried to fight him off every step of the way, but it was useless. He violated my body. While he was inside me I tried with every ounce of my strength to push him off me, but it was no use. His disgusting hands invaded my bosom and his mouth pressed against mine. All I could do was make muffled moans and groans of protest and pain. He took me for what felt like hours. I think he had taken Viagra or something, I don’t know. All I know is I felt his member throb multiple times with the warm fluid of his disgusting seed. The smell of ripe fruit overpowered the room. When he finished he called me his weekend whore and left me sobbing in a curled up ball covered in filth.

Sleep did not come easily. Nightmares plagued my dreams. Mid morning he entered my room again. All I could do was cry in protest as he ravaged my body all over again. I felt weaker than the night prior, but still tried to fight him off. He laughed at my attempts and mocked me for being unable to stop him. His seed spewed into me multiple times again. It felt like hours before he finally withdrew and left me alone to sob and wail.

All I knew was despair and pain. Later that day he came for me again. I had no energy to try and fight. I just kept begging and pleading for him to stop. He laughed at me whenever I pleaded, he mocked me for not being able to stop him, and he continued to call me his little weekend whore. Finally he finished and left me. I moaned and sobbed all night long. I desperately tried to keep myself awake to avoid the nightmares while also praying he wouldn’t come back for me again.

The day mom and Ted were returning, he dragged my broken, tired body to the bathroom and turned on the shower. We disgustingly showered together. I guess he didn’t want mom and Ted to notice the disgusting smell of sex. Halfway through the shower, he took me anally. It hurt like hell. My screams pierced the bathroom walls. More of his fluids entered my ass. The shower then resumed the cleaning phase. After he turned off the shower I just sat in the tub with my arms around my legs and cried. Eventually he returned to the bathroom and dragged me back to my bed. He had changed the sheets on my bed. The air around the room smelled like he had sprayed scented Febreeze all over. There was no evidence of what he’d done, save for my wounded broken soul. I cried myself to sleep again. He continued to ravage me in my nightmares.

I tried telling mom and Ted, but they dismissed it as an addict who was looking for a way to get more pain meds. Rob took the meds out of the bottle again to make it look like I had found and used them. He had mom and Ted convinced I was trying to go after him so that I could get high. He told them I was in my room crying because I was in withdrawal and it would probably be better if they didn’t disturb me. I couldn’t get mom or Ted to see the truth that Rob was lying.

Mom and Ted really thought I was going through drug withdrawals, so they decided to send me to a rehab facility. I was there for several weeks. I didn’t want to be in rehab, especially since I wasn’t even an addict, but it was better than dealing with Rob’s abuse. Unfortunately being away from Rob didn’t stop the nightmares. I avoided going to sleep as much as I possibly could, which didn’t help my physical well being. Lack of sleep made it look like I was a recovering addict going through withdrawals. Since mom and Ted didn’t believe me, I saw no point in trying to convince anyone I didn’t belong in the facility.

Eventually I was sent back home into hell. Rob came at me whenever he wanted, whether or not mom and Ted were home. He wouldn’t try to have sex with mom and Ted in the house, but he would still grope my body and kiss me whenever he wanted. I tried pushing him away and fighting back at first, but it was useless. He easily overpowered me every single time. Each time after he finished, he looked at me with a menacing stare and said “If you tell on me again I’ll make sure the wedding is ruined and you get blamed for it.”

Eventually mom and Ted went on a date night. That of course meant I had to stay home with Rob keeping an eye on me in case I tried to abuse medications. I didn’t try to convince them otherwise because I knew they wouldn’t believe me.

Inevitably as soon as they left he pounced on me. “Don’t ruin the wedding” he said before he ripped off my clothes. He dragged me kicking and screaming into my room. I tried to grab anything sturdy to keep him from taking me where he wanted me. I even grabbed the frame of the door. He just laughed, grabbed my wrist, and squeezed it to force me to lose my grip.

Once I was trapped on my bed he violated me fast and hard with no mercy. I felt more pain in my womanhood that day than I had felt right after surgery. He slapped my breasts hard. All I could do was cry out in pain. It didn’t last long this time probably because he wanted to get it done and over with before mom and Ted came home.

“Take a shower. I’ll get the sheets,” he said after he finished. I slowly rose from the bed and mechanically walked to the bathroom. “Remember Amanda,” Rob said as I walked, “don’t ruin the wedding.” I spent a long time in the shower, sobbing and crying. I heard mom knock on the door and ask if I was alright. Then I heard Rob’s voice explaining that I was having a rough time with recovery but that I was doing good. That satisfied mom enough to leave me alone. When she had left Rob peaked his head in the bathroom and whispered loud enough for me to hear. “Finish up quickly so that they don’t ask more questions. And don’t ruin the wedding!”

Wedding day came and went. Mom and Ted were married and Rob and I were brother and sister. The honeymoon was a popular conversation topic. Rob of course wanted them to go on their honeymoon as soon as they could, and I knew exactly why. I was silent whenever the topic came up. Then again, I didn’t talk much anymore. There didn’t seem to be much of a point to talk whenever no one believed a word you said.

Rob of course didn’t stop abusing me. Every day he would kiss and grope me as many times as he could. He continued to threaten me. “It would be such a shame if they were called on their honeymoon and had to cut it short because of you.”

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“So it finally clicked in my head that he was never going to stop. First it was the wedding that I shouldn’t ruin. Now it’s the honeymoon. I just…I couldn’t take it anymore…so I decided to run and…and…I…I…”

I couldn’t continue talking to the officer. I just broke down crying and sobbing. All the emotions that had been trapped inside of me burst through like an oil rig that just struck oil. The officer patted me reassuringly and gave me napkins to cry into. I don’t know how long I cried, I just know I cried until I didn’t even have tears anymore. After a few moments of silence, the officer spoke.

“Ok Amanda, I think we both know you shouldn’t go back home.” I nodded “Mom and Ted are on their honeymoon. I’m completely under his control if I go back home.” A grim look covered the officer’s face. “Then I will make sure to take you somewhere safe. Somewhere he won’t be able to get to you.” She paused for a moment in thought. “What happened today before you ran into me?”

I looked at the officer with fear. “He…he…” I couldn’t bring myself to say the words again, my emotions and capacity to talk about it were completely and totally spent. Thankfully I didn’t need to. “He did it again?” I nodded. “What did you do after he did it again?” I shrugged, “I just threw my clothes on and ran. I didn’t want to be in that house another moment. I could hear him laughing as I left. He probably expects me to come back.”

“Then we go to the hospital. It’s crucial we go now.” I shuddered, “they’re going to examine me down there.” “Yes,” the officer said “it won’t be pleasant. I will be with you the whole time. I’m also going to ask them to test your blood for drugs.” I opened my mouth in shock and she shook her head “not because I believe you’re on any, but because of what you told me about Rob making it seem like you’re an addict. If you haven’t been using it will be a mark in your favor.”

“There’s a slight problem.” I said. The officer’s face expressed disappointment “Amanda…if you’re using…I…” I shook my head, “Drugs aren’t the problem. Ted is a doctor and works at the hospital. Mom’s a hospital nurse. It’s how they met and fell in love with each other. Everyone in the hospital knows who they are and by association know who Rob and I are.” The officer frowned, “that explains why the doctor who treated your uti brushed you off.” Her eyes burned with anger, determination, and intensity “disgusting pig” she muttered to herself. “Then we will go to a different hospital in a different city where there will be no conflict of interest. No one else is going to brush you off. I’ve got you.” Relief flooded through me. Someone believed me after all this time! Maybe I could finally get away from Rob and live in peace. “Thank you officer Richardson. Thank you so much.” She smiled, “You can call me Amber.”
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