Warning: CITRUS ALERT!!! This fic contains rape and other lemony
graphics, so be warned. Also, I don't know a whole lot about Maliek and
Isis Isthar, so if I make some big goofs, please forgive them. Thanx.
Disclaimer: Standard Disclaimer Applies.
Time Heals All Wounds part I
My brother was muttering to himself again, in a pleading sort of way, so I knew what was coming. I quickly finished weaving a portion of the camel's hair cloth I was working on, picked up my black cat Nut (pronounced 'noot') and walked briskly to by room. I locked the door and sat down on my bed next to Nut, who seemed to know something was wrong, I fingered my Millennium Taunk absent mindedly. The spirit locked in the Millennium Rod would gain dominion, I knew it. I just knew that no matter how hard my brother fought it, he would lose. I knew that my brother wouldn't normally care if the circumstances were different, if I wasn't involved. That he was fighting for my well- being. This thought comforted me, knowing that my little brother cared, considering he usually doesn't show his emotions. Then another thought invaded my mind. The first time my brother ever cried was the first time Yami Maliek did what he does to me. Seeing the tears flow so smoothly was unnerving, I knew he wanted to apologize, and that shook me even more. I was jostled out of my trance when a hard pounding commenced on my door. Nut hissed the little inky hairs on her back standing on end. 'Open the door, Isis,' came a voice, more colder and harsher than that of my brother's. I knew it was only a matter of time. The pounding started again, and this time, the door burst open. There in the doorway was someone who had the same sun bleached hair, same tanned skin, and same crystalline eyes as my brother. But in my heart I knew, oh yes I knew, that the man before me was not who he looked to be. 'You've been very naughty, my dear,' he said in a mock gentle voice. He smiled a smile that belonged to my brother, but not now. I stared back into his eyes, hoping to, but knowing that I wouldn't, find a trace of my brother. He stared back, his eyes roaming over every curve of my body. He uncoiled a thick rope and snapped it menacingly. Then he lunged at me. I rolled out of the way, but he grabbed me by the hair of the head and threw me onto my back on the bed. I struggled to move away, but he was already on top of me, pinning me down with his legs. He grabbed my arms and tied them together at the wrists, and then to the bed post above my head. I struggled to free my arms but my efforts were futile. The man is a genius with knots. He leaned towards me, and laughed at my efforts in the face. "You know Isis," he said, the sweet, pungent odor of my brother's breath, not his, invaded my nostrils. "I don't understand why you even bother resisting; you know it won't do you any good." "Bite me," I whispered fiercely in reply. "Gladly," he spat, tearing off my top and bra. Then he lowered his head and bit down on one off my nipples, hard. He giggled merrily when I cried out in pain. Then raised his head once again and pressed his lips to mine, stiffening my screams. I writhed and thrashed beneath him as his tongue explored every contour of my mouth. As he roughly fondled my breasts I could feel his cock starting to rise above me, and I knew it would only be a matter of time. My resistance became even more desperate, and he bit, pinched, and scratched at my every move. Then, his hands, my brother's hands, being expertly controlled like that of a marionette's, roamed down my body and lingered at the ties of my skirt. He slowly unfastened them, and then tore them off in a frenzied rage. He moved his hands between my thighs and pinched the folds of skin unyieldingly. I cried out once again, and once again he silenced me. His fingers fondled and played with my womanhood, and I half sobbed, half moaned at my body's reaction to his ministrations. Finally, he stopped. Not being able to contain his erection any longer he sat up to unfasten his pants. His weight relieved from one of my bare legs and I brought it up to knee him roughly in the groin. "Bitch!" he howled in pain and rage. "You'll pay for that!!" He ripped off my underwear and plunged his cock into me. The pain was unbearable and I screamed out to no avail. He kept pounding relentlessly into me, sending sharp jabs of pain up my spine.
After what seemed like an eternity, he was finally spent. "That wasn't so bad, now was it?" he asked, heaving for air, and smiling to see tears streaming down my face. When he left I moved painfully to my side and curled into as tight of a ball that I could manage. I saw Nut emerge from beneath my bookshelf and hop up next to me and start licking my numb arms, as I fell into a dreamless sleep.
**~~~~~**~~~~~**
When I awoke I was once again on my back, and Maelik, my brother Maelik was gently dabbing my torn and bleeding crotch with a damp cloth. Nut was sitting on his knee, purring contently. My brother's expression was solemn and broken; I could hardly stand to look at him, that hopelessness too beseeching to contemplate. I reached out to find my hands untied and wrists bandaged. I gently placed my hand on his stationary one. He froze, and looked me in the eyes; I returned this by searching his own. I hated his demeanor, hated that damn spirit in the Millennium Rod, and hated what it made my brother do to me!!! I hated Egypt, hated Africa, and hated the whole world!!! I HATED EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!! But I still loved Maelik, my brother, after everything I still loved him. I wanted to tell him that I loved him, tell him that it wasn't his fault, and even if it was, I would forgive him. I wanted to tell him that it was alright, that he's my baby brother, and I, his big sister. That he still had me when everyone and everything else failed, I would still be there for him. That nothing ever, not even the gods, ours, Christian, Buddhist, Greek, Roman, otherwise, or all together would ever change that. I opened my mouth to tell him, but before I could say anything he nodded. "I know," he said softly, in his own voice. "I know." I know.
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Time Heals All Wounds part I
My brother was muttering to himself again, in a pleading sort of way, so I knew what was coming. I quickly finished weaving a portion of the camel's hair cloth I was working on, picked up my black cat Nut (pronounced 'noot') and walked briskly to by room. I locked the door and sat down on my bed next to Nut, who seemed to know something was wrong, I fingered my Millennium Taunk absent mindedly. The spirit locked in the Millennium Rod would gain dominion, I knew it. I just knew that no matter how hard my brother fought it, he would lose. I knew that my brother wouldn't normally care if the circumstances were different, if I wasn't involved. That he was fighting for my well- being. This thought comforted me, knowing that my little brother cared, considering he usually doesn't show his emotions. Then another thought invaded my mind. The first time my brother ever cried was the first time Yami Maliek did what he does to me. Seeing the tears flow so smoothly was unnerving, I knew he wanted to apologize, and that shook me even more. I was jostled out of my trance when a hard pounding commenced on my door. Nut hissed the little inky hairs on her back standing on end. 'Open the door, Isis,' came a voice, more colder and harsher than that of my brother's. I knew it was only a matter of time. The pounding started again, and this time, the door burst open. There in the doorway was someone who had the same sun bleached hair, same tanned skin, and same crystalline eyes as my brother. But in my heart I knew, oh yes I knew, that the man before me was not who he looked to be. 'You've been very naughty, my dear,' he said in a mock gentle voice. He smiled a smile that belonged to my brother, but not now. I stared back into his eyes, hoping to, but knowing that I wouldn't, find a trace of my brother. He stared back, his eyes roaming over every curve of my body. He uncoiled a thick rope and snapped it menacingly. Then he lunged at me. I rolled out of the way, but he grabbed me by the hair of the head and threw me onto my back on the bed. I struggled to move away, but he was already on top of me, pinning me down with his legs. He grabbed my arms and tied them together at the wrists, and then to the bed post above my head. I struggled to free my arms but my efforts were futile. The man is a genius with knots. He leaned towards me, and laughed at my efforts in the face. "You know Isis," he said, the sweet, pungent odor of my brother's breath, not his, invaded my nostrils. "I don't understand why you even bother resisting; you know it won't do you any good." "Bite me," I whispered fiercely in reply. "Gladly," he spat, tearing off my top and bra. Then he lowered his head and bit down on one off my nipples, hard. He giggled merrily when I cried out in pain. Then raised his head once again and pressed his lips to mine, stiffening my screams. I writhed and thrashed beneath him as his tongue explored every contour of my mouth. As he roughly fondled my breasts I could feel his cock starting to rise above me, and I knew it would only be a matter of time. My resistance became even more desperate, and he bit, pinched, and scratched at my every move. Then, his hands, my brother's hands, being expertly controlled like that of a marionette's, roamed down my body and lingered at the ties of my skirt. He slowly unfastened them, and then tore them off in a frenzied rage. He moved his hands between my thighs and pinched the folds of skin unyieldingly. I cried out once again, and once again he silenced me. His fingers fondled and played with my womanhood, and I half sobbed, half moaned at my body's reaction to his ministrations. Finally, he stopped. Not being able to contain his erection any longer he sat up to unfasten his pants. His weight relieved from one of my bare legs and I brought it up to knee him roughly in the groin. "Bitch!" he howled in pain and rage. "You'll pay for that!!" He ripped off my underwear and plunged his cock into me. The pain was unbearable and I screamed out to no avail. He kept pounding relentlessly into me, sending sharp jabs of pain up my spine.
After what seemed like an eternity, he was finally spent. "That wasn't so bad, now was it?" he asked, heaving for air, and smiling to see tears streaming down my face. When he left I moved painfully to my side and curled into as tight of a ball that I could manage. I saw Nut emerge from beneath my bookshelf and hop up next to me and start licking my numb arms, as I fell into a dreamless sleep.
**~~~~~**~~~~~**
When I awoke I was once again on my back, and Maelik, my brother Maelik was gently dabbing my torn and bleeding crotch with a damp cloth. Nut was sitting on his knee, purring contently. My brother's expression was solemn and broken; I could hardly stand to look at him, that hopelessness too beseeching to contemplate. I reached out to find my hands untied and wrists bandaged. I gently placed my hand on his stationary one. He froze, and looked me in the eyes; I returned this by searching his own. I hated his demeanor, hated that damn spirit in the Millennium Rod, and hated what it made my brother do to me!!! I hated Egypt, hated Africa, and hated the whole world!!! I HATED EVERYTHING!!!!!!!!!!! But I still loved Maelik, my brother, after everything I still loved him. I wanted to tell him that I loved him, tell him that it wasn't his fault, and even if it was, I would forgive him. I wanted to tell him that it was alright, that he's my baby brother, and I, his big sister. That he still had me when everyone and everything else failed, I would still be there for him. That nothing ever, not even the gods, ours, Christian, Buddhist, Greek, Roman, otherwise, or all together would ever change that. I opened my mouth to tell him, but before I could say anything he nodded. "I know," he said softly, in his own voice. "I know." I know.
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