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This probably a little tame by gurochan standards. If it's liked, I may consider writing more. I know there's not an overwhelming selection of people honestly good at writing here.

Repressed memory; or, alternate universe concept

CHAPTER FIVE: v0.2

It was the day after my sixth birthday. We were finally cleaning up from the mess that had accumulated, and been ignored in favor of celebrating. I was finishing picking all the wrapping paper off the floor, and stuffing it into the disposal unit.
I had gotten a lot of gifts, mostly educational holovids and curricula, but there was one in that mess that I had really been looking forward to. 
A mini-hoverboard. I wasn’t able to use it yesterday because it was raining, but the sun was out today.
I was alone in the room with Matthew, who was drinking his cup of coffee at the patio table in silence. Mother and my older sister, Laura, had gone out on an errand earlier.
He lifted his head slightly.
“I have a hypothetical question for you.”
“What is it?” I asked, curious.
“If you could save the world or save yourself, which would you choose?”
I stopped what I was doing.
I was going to ask where that had come from, but as I was running the question back through my mind again, it got me. I became quiet, thinking about it.
What WOULD I do?
Hypothetically, of course.
I built an entire scenario in my mind, but I reached no conclusions several minutes later. If I was the last person alive on Earth, would I begin to regret my decision to save myself alone? Would the rush of saving the whole world, only to know I was to die a minute later, be too intimidating for me at the crux of that moment? Or could the promise of nirvana stop those selfish desires in time?
Did I even believe in an afterlife? 
It was too much to think about. For one, the question was way too limiting. There were too many variables, and too few choices.
I sighed, and shrugged halfheartedly. 
“I don’t know,” I admitted. “So what’s the answer?”
“To tell you the truth, I have no idea,” he said and took another sip from his cup. “Someone asked me that once, and it’s been bothering me ever since.”
I ignored him. I was putting my presents into piles to be organized later, and I picked up his gift for me. It annoyed me for a moment, and I glared.
What kind of dumb gift was that, anyway?
It was a dull instructional book on the alien K-90 spore that didn‘t interest me at all. What I was really interested in was that hoverboard. 
“Did you take a look at that book?”
I shook my head slightly.
“I can’t help but notice that you’re not eating a lot lately,” Matthew noted.
The things he was saying were so random. I didn’t see how those two facts were related at all. The textbook didn’t look very appetizing, that’s for sure.
When I met his eyes, he was looking at me intently, with his eyes narrowed slightly. This wasn’t just an innocent observation, but an interrogation.
“I’ve had a stomach ache,” I said.
He didn’t respond to that, and went back to looking out the windows solemnly. I was putting the final touches on the mini-hoverboard assembly, and was ready to head outside.
My hand was on the door when he spoke again. 
“I can always tell when someone is lying,” he said, looking directly at me. “And it’s usually because they’re not very good at it.”
I was frozen by indecision. His mouth firmed when I didn’t immediately react.
“If you go out that door, I’m going to be upset with you.”
Involuntarily, I took a step back.
“Now come over here, sit down, and listen to what I have to say.”
It was like I lost all self-control when faced with the steel in his voice. He never took this kind of commanding tone with me or Laura, it was very unusual. It was the kind of thing I expected from my mother, not Matthew. 
I was already sitting down into the chair when I regained my senses, the hoverboard forgotten on the table. My hands felt a little numb so I wrung them nervously. 
He just watched me.
My silence was proof enough of my guilt, I suppose. Even without fully understanding why I never felt like eating, I didn’t want everyone else sticking their noses into my business.
“I dislike it immensely when people lie to me,” he said flatly.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered, eyes downcast. I huffed a little under my breath. I could be out surfing the air currents right now.
I could feel the weight of his gaze on me without even seeing him.
“An apology means nothing to me if you’re just thinking that you’re going to get away with it again.”
“No.”
“Your lips are moving, but I can’t hear you.”
“I’m sorry,” I repeated, raising my voice a little.
“Shouldn’t you look at someone if you’re really sorry? Now that you‘re six, you should learn to do these things correctly.”
I slowly looked up at him. I guess it was true that addressing the floor wasn’t the best way to convince him of my new sincerity. He had his arms crossed, and stared me down, unblinking. He was openly skeptical.
“I’m really sorry,” I said earnestly.
Matthew chewed on his lip absently.
“Next, ask the other person if they’ll forgive you.”
My eyelids flickered with an angry tic. God, he makes me want to bash my forehead against the table. Is this long, involved process really necessary in order to force an apology out of me?
“Do you … forgive me?”
He raised his eyebrows slightly.
“For what?”
My nostrils flared slightly as I inhaled deeply, struggling to maintain patience. 
“For lying,” I said finally.
“I suppose so,” he accepted grudgingly. “Provided that you do one thing for me.”
“What’s that?”
“First, you’re going to have to come a little closer so I can tell you. Come here.”
Unknowingly, I stood up and follow his directions with a trusting obedience. The thing that I really should have done was run screaming in the opposite direction.
Matthew reached down, and unzipped his jeans. His throbbing erection freed itself out of his clothing. I could only stare mutely, taken completely off-guard. I had seen this sort of thing in medical books, but … how can I say this … they looked a good deal smaller on the anatomy sketches. This was a thing full of vitality and need, and it made me sick just to look at it. It was quivering, like it had a life of its own. Just seeing it disgusted me.
My eyes were large as I stammered to speak. “W-w-w-what?”
I was just starting to become aware of modesty, and the concept of private places. I already knew there was something wrong with this picture, but I had no words to describe it. No one ever thought to teach them to me.
Oh, God, I wish I had the foresight not to just stand there like an idiot, doing nothing at all! I didn’t offer any form of resistance!
His fingers closed around my chin, cupping it carefully. He lifted my face toward his, away from where my gaze had been locked downwards at his groin. I swallowed hard, and he could feel the rise and fall of my throat against his palm. It seemed to do something for him because his expression softened slightly.
My lips were a little slack, and he traced my bottom lip with his thumb. Then, he pressed his thumbnail between them, and tapped it against my teeth. I reared back slightly in surprise.
His reaction was immediate; he had been prepared for this. With one hand, he grabbed my thigh, and with the other, he got a hold of my shoulder. He lifted me up onto his lap, where I settled awkwardly. I was stiff from fright. He crushed my body against his with a hand on my back.
His penis jammed tightly against my abdomen, feeling hard and intrusive. I was starting to fight him now, and jerked away, trying to free myself. He trapped me where I straddled his legs, still gripping one arm tightly. My wrist hurt from how hard he squeezed it.
“Look at me,” he commanded.
I was starting to whimper and cry a little, feeling very confused. My eyes filled with tears that rolled down my face.
“Damn it, I said look at me.”
He reached up and slapped me. I reeled backwards and stared at him, gaping. Then I started bawling loudly, shrieking with a mixture of pain, shock, and terror.
“Quit sniveling! You’re such a baby, for a little girl who’s so smart … “ he complained, and his voice lowered to a terrible whisper against my ear. “If you don’t, I swear I’ll kill you.”
I could feel his hot breath rushing against my cheek and neck.
I shuddered, trying not to cry or sob out loud. My tears continued to seep out of my eyes. Matthew hugged me to him, stroking my back slowly with his hands, caressing along my spine up and down. After a minute of this, I calmed despite myself, but not because I felt any better … only because I was exerting a lot of self-control. I shook all over, like a leaf in a breeze. I took his threat seriously. I honestly believed that he would have killed me if I had made too much noise.
His grip on me relaxed slightly.
“That’s better,” he said in a low voice. “Now what I want you to do is put your mouth on it.”
No need to ask what ‘it’ was: ‘IT’ was still pressed to my stomach. 
“Ew! No!”
I made a horrified little squeal and recoiled at the thought of it. That was where he … that was what he urinated with! I couldn’t do that! Who knows what kind of germs were there?!
He grinned mirthlessly at me, but it was more like an angry baring of teeth than any kind of smile.
“Now I know that you don’t want me to force you to cooperate.”
I looked up at him, hating him, and fearing him. My voice was small, my protest almost nonexistent.
“No … don‘t do that … ”
“I thought so. Now why don’t you be a good little girl and follow orders?”
His hand softly caressed my bottom, his mood switching in an instant. He slid his hand into the waistband of my pants. It was an adult’s caress, his thumb pressing into my buttocks through the fabric of my panties and his fingers applying pressure elsewhere. I gasped as I felt the beginning of penetration. His digits felt very large in proportion to my body.
Matthew smiled coldly into my eyes, clearly enjoying my shock and discomfort. I had to look away from him, but that only brought my eyes downward. His penis was very close to my face. 
One of his hands wrapped around the back of my neck, holding it firmly. I tried to escape, pressing my knees into his thighs to try to back away but all this accomplished was raising my rear end farther up into the air. I panted hard, my mouth inches away from his genitals, trying to avoid any contact. I twisted my head back and forth. His grip on me tightened.
“Please don’t,” I whispered feebly.
“I’m sorry,  I can’t quite hear you again … ”
“Don’t! Please!”
“What?”
“Please!!” I wailed.
“Well, why didn’t you say so!”
With that, he forced his fingers into my anus. My eyes went wide, and I gasped terribly, trying to arch away from this new intrusion. Matthew watched me with a languid expression through half-closed eyes. His control over me was completely effortless.
I writhed helplessly. Just when I thought it couldn’t advance anymore, couldn’t possibly be any worse, he pushed them in deeper. I felt the familiar nausea roll up from the pit of my stomach, the momentary disorientation as future memories flooded me. This would not be an isolated incident, but one in a long chain of building a habit of obedience to him. One day, my body would betray me.
I rued the day when that happened because it would mean I would be giving up everything that was important to me.
There was a hint of a stirring inside me, something struggling to get out, to react to this threatening situation. But, whatever it was, it wasn’t enough to awaken it again. I was unable to use my abilities to free myself from this torture.
He curled his fingers inside me, and sent me back to a very painful reality. I groaned deeply, my head settling on his lap with weakness. My fingers clutched at his clothing, bunching it into little folds.
Matthew curled my hair around his fingers absently. I realized that meant that my neck was free, and I straightened up, my hands pushing on his chest away from him. He seemed to be waiting for this, and grabbed my ponytail. It pulled at the scalp, leaving it burning. My head was wrenched back until I was looking him straight in the eye. He watched my face carefully as he withdrew his fingers.
The relief that flashed across my face was obvious. Matthew only thrusted his fingers in even more deeply a moment later, causing internal muscles to clench in protest. I screamed loudly, trembling all over. The sound pleased him.
He became impatient for release. He drove my head down onto his erection, ramming it into the back of my mouth. I gagged immediately, choking, and struggled even harder. I was weak compared to him; I could find no purchase against him. I didn’t have long to wait, but it seemed an eternity. 
Matthew pushed down more until his tip was nearly into my throat. The muscles of his thighs tensed beneath my body, and I felt his penis jerk slightly. That was the only warning I got.
He orgasmed inside my mouth, and the semen bubbled out around my lips. Some of his strength left him in that moment, and I found enough leverage to rise up. I had a coughing fit, trying to rid myself of the bitter taste. It seemed to line my entire mouth, clinging to it just to spite the attempt. My mouth was dry from fear as well.
He grinned at me, but there was no love in it. I was squeezed tightly against him by his strong arms wrapping around me. He lifted me up from the waist.
“How was that,” he asked me huskily. 
I could find no words to express my hate for him in that moment. So I spat right into his face.
Matthew laughed haughtily, unconcerned.
“That doesn’t bother me, little girl.”
He put a hand on my cheek to turn my head a little, and licked his fluid right off my face like an animal. I was deeply disgusted.
I was pressed into his chest. He rumbled from deep within himself, obviously amused. He was still hard, and he pushed this into my leg to remind me of his state.
“It turns me on when you fight back a little.”
“I hate you!” I snapped at him. I realized that my face was wet with something other than succus; tears.
“Not surprising,” he commented. “But saying that kind of thing only makes me hungrier for more … ”
Oh, God, was there no end to this in sight?
Matthew trapped me against him with one arm while he unzipped the flap of my shorts and pulled them down around my knees. My underwear were brought with them when he yanked and I was stripped from the waist down.
My entire world was inverted as his large hands encircled my upper thighs, and he flipped me over neatly. I dangled impotently, clawing for support in mid-air and finding none. Matthew made a rather disturbing sound, rather like a manic giggle as I sputtered with surprise. But seeing as how I was currently on level with his stomach, upside-down, I have no idea what his face looked like. Nor did I care to know at that point.
Something moistly closed over my pubic region. It didn’t take me long to figure out what it was. I redoubled my efforts.
He sucked hard at that area, trapping the tender flesh between his teeth. He bit down, breaking the skin. I lent voice to a yell that dwarfed my previous attempts in sheer volume. My hands shot to between my legs, trying to shove his chin away. He only clamped down harder, drawing more blood.
I took a deep breath and cried out harder, building in pitch and hysterics. Matthew finally let go. I landed into his lap, sobbing with pain. I coiled into a fetal position, bringing my knees to my shoulders. I held my groin, wishing that the burning would stop instead of growing in intensity with each passing second.
He chuckled cruelly, and wiped the blood from his mouth with his wrist. He cradled me in his arms and looked down at me, waiting for me to recover.
I have no concept of how much time it took for the torment to fade into a somewhat reduced anguish. It seemed like forever. I found him tracing my face with a softness that I might have described as loving, if I didn’t know any better. As it was, it only mocked me.
“I’ll grant your wish,” he said suddenly. “Maybe this never happened, right?”
He giggled again.
“But I hope you’ll remember it someday, and think fondly of me … ”
I felt something prick the back of my neck, and everything got hazy. All I remembered clearly at the time were his blue eyes, as dark as the ocean at midnight and just as cold as its abyssal plain. They were robbed of any sympathy whatsoever for me.	
My energy drained out of me, and I lost consciousness …

It was pointless and it deffinitly wasnt a favorite.

godamn it why does it go so freakin far off the page, Im not going to have to scroll to the right every time i read a sentence.!!!