Wooooow! Well, I thought about getting rid of the story, but as usual, I decided to plunge forward for a bit. One, it really gets more into how women react after such trauma, and this is not as simple a fic as it seems on the surface.
The second surprises even me. This is my protest fic. See, Fanfiction no longer allows users to search for certain phrases, "The" "Or" and "rape" Because they are considered too ordinary a word.

Pause for a second here. How many times does that last word appear to make it 'ordinary.' Seriously, are there stories called, "The raping-est rape-rape of legitimate rape of the rape of a rape rape raper. I felt uncomfortable using that word when I began, but now that Fanfiction has decided to screw with authors like this, I got some gumption!
Oh! And there is an official video for this fiction. It is called "Wizeminem" at Youtube. If you go to my Youtube accound it'll be there. Well, back to the fiction.

Chapter the Next In and Out

In and out and in and out he fucked her roughly.

Alex could no longer even cry. Justin had raped her every minute he had stuck her in his play house. She had lost her magic, lost her ability to fight back.

In and out and in and out and In and out and in and out….

Justin forced her to look him in the eyes. That was important with him. Oh sure, he had done a great deal to her; toys, outfits, and occasionally he would play with Harper at the same time, but he insisted on intimacy. Every time, every time he fucked her, he forced her to recognize it.

In and out and in and out and in and out….

Justin groaned and got up. Alex fought the impulse to roll over and cry. He made sure to keep eye contact with her. As much as he loved pushing himself inside her, as great as physically degrading her was, there was also a need to mentally rape her.

Inside her mind and out….

He spat in her face, and started again. She was forced to look into his eyes.

In and out and in and out and n and out and in and out….

And in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out….

Alex had learned a great deal about her predicament. Justin had manipulated time here. She was in a sort of bubble, and time only occurred when her brother entered the bubble. Time occurred, but did not move forward. He had proved this repeated with the whips, amongst other things….

Into her mind and out again….

Justin loved to remind her of what he had done. Sometimes he just made her tell him how much pain he had caused her. His favorite was the last time she had honestly tried to escape. She managed to her brother in one of his own devices. She whipped him, called him a loser. Eventually, he used magic to escape, track her down, and bring her back.

In but never out, those were the rules….

He tied her down and sliced off her pinkie toes. It had hurt so much, but that did not stop him. He worked his way to her calves, then stopped dismembering her below her knees. Her hands went next, finger by finger he mauled her.

In and out and in and out the knife shredded her….

Then he gave her a mastectomy.

In and out and in and out the blade moved until she lost her female identity….

….

She had screamed and screamed and screamed as she watched him. He was beyond ecstatic showing her what he could do, what she had lost, and how easily he could take something so close to her heart. He made sure she knew what he could do if he wanted. Of course, time reversed, and she found herself on his bed. Justin was panting over her, blood evaporating off of him since technically it was never there. She never stopped him again.

In and out and in and out and In and out and in and out in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out, in and out and in and out and in and out and in and out, and in and out and in and out and In and out and in and out and in and out and in and out and In and out and in and out…. He violated her for hours at a time. That was another thing, time outside stopped. She had spent about a month providing pleasure with her mouth alone, and he just left her.

He could stay inside her forever.
Justin loved to look in her eyes. They were so expressive in their, no her, emotions. The intense anger, the drowning sorrow, the lightning excitement when she was rewarded for good behavior, her eyes held Justin entranced. He had played games with a blindfold, sure, but those soon proved boring. She could predict what he was going to do to her; they knew each other so well. They were always in each other's hearts, minds, even souls,

Always in, never fully out.

Eventually he stopped pumping. His eyes rolled up, and she no longer had to play along. In the beginning, he had loved forcing himself into her, but eventually he made it clear what would happen if she did not co-operate. Although she could not emotionally mature, she knew what would happen if he met with resistance. If she crossed her legs, he was whip them, her arms, and he would brand them.

He pulled out, moaning.

Justin rolled off of her, "How about one more for the road, little sister?"

Chapter Two

(Five years later)

Life was amazing for Justin Vincenzo Pepe Russo. He was governor of New York, and slated to be the next president (if only he would choose either Democrat or Republican) he had but one small, insignificant problem: T.J.

Of all the people who realized what was going on, it had to be T.J. who noticed. After 'Max' won the competition, he went into seclusion. Justin's former delinquent's class followed him. Eventually, it becomes a 'Voldemort' paradox; an evil magic that everyone thought was gone has reappeared. Crumbs was not even that surprised when Justin showed up. Of course, there was no reason to strip him of his powers, for Justin had won them fair and square.

It also became evident that the wizard council was unsure of how to move. It was eerily similar to how governments dealt with cults. On the one hand, Justin was talented and powerful, moving up in the wizard world lusting for power, and with Felix at his side, he had it; that and the dark angels who protected him constantly. On the other, he had not broken any serious laws, simply identity theft, and moving against wizard youth was… tricky. So they decided to wait for him to strike. When one is a thousand years old, they learn how to wait, and wait, and wait.

Waiting proved fruitless. Justin never visited the wizard world. His class recruited a few more delinquents out of Wiz-tech, but never aggressively. It was like an atom bomb had been dropped, and all it did was kick people in the shins.

T.J. had exposed Justin. It had been the red-haired youth that had found who was the mastermind behind the dark angels' ascent to power, who it was that influenced Felix to leave the wizard world, who had started to bring together the most terrifying monsters in history. It had been ironic, then, to see that T.J. no longer had any magic.

Justin had laughed himself silly. Supposedly the adult in front of him should have been guaranteed full-wizard status, but here he was, more human than most of New York. His laughter had ceased when T.J. threatened to expose Justin's bizarre past, "We grew up together, J-man, don't think I can't expose you as some kind of freak. You have a live press conference tomorrow, right? Well, I would hate to have to expose you…"

The laughter in Justin's throat died, "I'm one of the most powerful politicians in the world, and a full-wizard, and do you actually think you can threaten me?"

T.J. just nodded. They both knew Justin could not stop him; not without exposing himself to one of the worlds he was trying to rule. His wand itched in his back pocket. One twirl and the other would be spinning throughout eternity as a blob of goo. No one spoke. They just stared the other down.

Justin smirked at his clever opponent. T.J. left. The governor had only twenty-four hours to turn over his magic to the council or his political career was over. But Governor Russo was more interested in power than anything else, so giving it up was unacceptable.

T.J. attended Justin's press conference the next day. He found a place in the standing room only area and braced himself. One twirl of a wrist and his guts would paint the side-walk. But such an overt use of power would get Justin arrested. Surely the wizard knew that. The conference started when the menacing figure walked out. He seemed a bit on edge. A light bulb exploded when he walked by it. Anyone with any degree of magic in their blood could see he was brimming with power.

"I would like to take some questions," He stated. Some of the journalists smirked. They all knew Justin did not have much of a conscience, and tried very hard to be nice.

"What are your plans for the future?" Asked someone looking for an easy answer.

"I will continue my public duties, and would like to continue them in perhaps a higher office," He wanted to go bigger. T.J. shrugged. So the bossy guy had decided to keep his public power. That meant he was going to turn over his magic to the council until they decided that he was reasonable. In about ten centuries.

"What about people who believe that you already have enough?"

Justin leaned forward with a predatory look, "I never have enough, and just to let you know, I won't be giving it up."

T.J. felt his life flash before his eyes. If Justin was going to fight to keep his powers… his first victim would be those who could stop him. The audience was rapt with attention as Governor Russo moved carefully, pointing his finger on one individual in the audience.

"You ain't seen nothin' yet," He vowed. With that, a humming filled the air. A large bug came down and attacked an innocent-looked blue-eyed blonde haired schoolgirl. Justin leapt forward and swept her out of the way. The audience ran away squealing, except for Marcia, a reporter who vowed to expose Justin for the psycho path he was.

Justin turned towards the camera, "The reason I cling to power is become there are things in this world that hide in the shadows… an unnatural element that must be dealt with. I have countless bizarre stories from my youth upon which to draw."
He set the schoolgirl down, who ran to her soccer-mom looking escort. Justin stood tall, "And I intend to take the fight to them."
T.J. stood shocked. Justin had just declared war.

The next day, Justin declared war on 'the unnatural' in the world. He himself summoned bizarre phantoms and fought them off. According to him, the world had suffered unnaturalness for far too long.

His moves terrorized the world. Soon, all of New England was now under his control. In a few short years, he would seize the world.

And no one yet knew what the unnatural was. T.J. begged the council to take action, but of course the human world could not bear a magic war. There was only one hope; a single rebel who seemed to anticipate Justin's every move, who stayed ahead of his every plan, who bested him at every turn.

Now if only someone knew the rebel.