Isabella, March 20th 1970 (age 16)

Rapist: Alex Delarge (age 18)

Warnings for this chapter: Coercion, Taking Advantage, Sexual Repression.

So sorry about the lack of updates, I've written and rewritten this chapter a million times it seems. This one is unique in the sense that it's told from a third-person point of view. The next one after this will go back to Alex's but I don't think I could get into his twisted mind at the moment. This another two-parter one, It's getting harder to find time to update :/ because of #ugh responsibilities

Thank you all for the support, you guys are wonderful!

part one

She was nine years old when her father remarried Gertrude Barker, and from that time on wards this was the only life she'd known. A life of etiquette lessons and a complete lack of anything resembling laughter, love, warmth, or fun; her stepmother was a cold and stern woman who was hell bent on ensuring that Isabella was a proper young woman with not so much as a hair out of place. She'd turned the once free-spirited, boisterous, fun-loving child into a quiet, lady-like, submissive young woman.

Her whole life was a schedule; the word "spontaneous" had not been in her vocabulary since her early childhood days. Good God, even her meals were planned ahead of time. Her weight was monitored, her stepmother often shaming her as a child for her healthy appetite and love for food; Isabella was so hurt that she stopped enjoying food in fear that she would get fat, she didn't starve herself mind you. But she forced herself to eat the bland tasteless food her stepmother's cooks would make.

And then there was the corset, it seemed so sadistically medieval in the 1970s didn't it? but Gertrude insisted she wear one to keep her figure. If she went out, there were rules for her attire. She was forbidden from showing any cleavage (this wasn't a family of whores now as it) she had to have permission to a wear a skirt or dress, the skirt must completely cover her knees, strapless shirts or dresses were forbidden, she could not wear lacy bras or panties.

Please, don't even ask about boys. Isabella had never had a sex education class but that didn't stop her from discovering the sexuality of her own body, at the age of thirteen she masturbated for the first time. When she innocently asked her stepmother about "the funny feeling down there" thinking she'd understand what it was and explain it to her (her being a woman as well) Gertrude viciously beat her with a belt and ranted about what a whore she was, and she forbade her from ever touching herself down there again. She went on to rant and rave about the "evil that goes on brothels"

So she never touched herself again and she never asked about the butterflies in her tummy when she'd see a handsome young man. Isabella was sixteen now and she'd never been on a date, she knew that a lot of other girls her age hadn't either but at least they wouldn't be called a whore and locked in their rooms if their stepmothers found out they had even had somewhat dirty thoughts about boys (and once or twice girls) now did they? But then everything changed when her stepmother announced she'd be visiting her cousins in Italy for a few weeks. She'd never left Isabella alone, ever.

It wasn't until the fourth day that she mustered up the courage to leave her prison—I mean house—and venture out into the unexplored city of London where she'd lived almost her entire life. She'd seen an ad for a place called "The Duke of New York" with a special on hamburgers and milk shakes on Saturdays, she hadn't had a banana milk shake since she could remember, and it had been her favorite. She was going to have so much fun while Gertrude was gone. And soon she found herself in the Duke ordering a large Banana milk shake, crispy fries, a bowl of spaghetti with meatballs, and a slice of German Chocolate cake. She ate like a bird at first, as if afraid of being caught. And she failed to notice a pair of piercing blue eyes watching her from afar, a predator lurking in the shadows.

"Excuse me darling"

She jumped a little bit, completely startled as she looked up into…one of the most gorgeous pair of blue eyes she'd ever seen. Her throat went a little dry, who was this handsome young man?! "Um…y-yes?" she quickly sat up straighter and smiled at him, keeping her shaking hands under the table. "You just looked so lonely over here, I don't think I've seen you around before" she was playing with her hair, "well you know, it is a big city. My name is Isabella" for a girl who had been living a Rapunzel-esque lifestyle talking to a handsome stranger was as exciting as it could possibly get. Sadly, we all know that Isabella's story would not end happily like the beloved Fairy Tale.

Despite Gertrude's cruelty; in a strange and sad way she had managed to protect Isabella from the true horrors of the world. How could a girl who had been forbidden from the world of sex even comprehend the very notion of rape? She'd known cruelty yes, she'd known isolation most definitely but she had never been given the chance to explore her own sexuality. She'd always been taught that it was a horrible, nasty, evil thing. Isabella still trembled at the memory of her violent beating, for daring to ask why it felt tingly when she'd touched herself down there.

"My eemya is Alex Delarge. What gorgeous green glazzies thou has, my lovely. And your litso…how like an angels, oh my Bog how is it possible for someone to be so utterly beautiful?" lines that cheesy usually didn't work on the devotchkas around the neighborhood but Alex was amused to find not only was this one stupidly flattered but also embarrassed at the attention he was giving her. She blushed and ducked her face away, "I'm really not but thank you" he threw his arm around her shoulders. "Nonsense my darling! You're the most devine and marvelous devotchka I've ever viddied" he had to force himself from laughing out loud, she was making this so easy.

"You're real nice, Alex. Um…wh-what are you doing tonight?" her heart was pounding, what was she doing? She couldn't just ask him something like that! She shouldn't even be talking to him! He was…He was…He was a BOY what if Gertrude found out and what if he wanted to kiss her and would that make her a filthy whore if she let him? wha- "I'll be at the Korova with my droogs. In fact I was about to head over there now, would you fancy taking a stroll with Uncle?" she wasn't sure why he was calling himself "Uncle" but he was charming and sweet and she most definitely did not want to go home yet.

He wrapped his arm around her waist as they walked, keeping her close to him. "You have interesting clothing, I've never seen anyone wearing clothes like that" she commented. He smiled down at her, "It's the height of fashion these days my darling. And the black cane is a sort of weapon, to like protect myself and my friends against less than kind strangers in the dark" he told her. They walked and she started talking about her home life, the classes she had to take, the endless rules and dress codes, the meals and etiquette lessons that never seemed to end.

As they continued walking she noticed they were approaching an apartment complex, "Is this your house?" she asked and he smirked at her. "Come inside, darling" for some strange reason she didn't even hesitate. Maybe it simply because she was so tired of being good and lady-like all the time. She was tired of being locked away and repressed. And before she knew it they were in his room sitting on his bed. Her ankles crossed and her hands folded in her lap, her posture perfect and stiff. She swallowed nervously, she'd watched movies that portrayed situations like this.

"I'm not very good at things like this" she admitted sheepishly, "I…I um…I've never even…kissed anybody" her voice was hushed and almost ashamed. He cupped her chin in one hand in a deceitfully loving way. "Never fear me, my darling. I'll soon have you creeching to Bog and his Holy Angels in pure pleasure" he promised darkly and it sent a shiver up her spine. He used his hand to tilt her face upwards, smirking at her innocent and doe-eyed expression. And his lips captured hers, she whimpered against his mouth and instinctively but timidly pushed her lips harder against his. He eased his tongue into her mouth, and he was slowly manipulating her body into a laying position on his bed.

It suddenly occurred to her that she was lying flat on her back in a strange boy's room, but before she could feel ashamed or guilty about it (because her stepmother would somehow find out and god knows what she'd do) Alex's mouth was on her neck, and his body felt so deliciously strong and distinctly male against her trembling feminine one. His lips trailed wet open mouthed kisses along her jaw line, throat, and between her breasts. "Please…" she breathed out, not sure what she was asking for. He captured her mouth once again, his kiss was more demanding and hard. A man kiss. Deep. It made her knees tremble and that place between her legs feel…strange; for lack of a better word.

Then he began to unbutton her blouse, using his teeth and looking up at her with those piercing blue eyes. Every time his lips brushed against her skin she would shiver in delight, "Oh Alex…" she whimpered softly, and even he could see how delicate and angelic this girl really was. A good man would have felt overwhelmed with pride and love, to have someone as sweet as her in their bed putting her trust in them, a good man would kiss her forehead and tell her how beautiful she was. A good man would have kissed her softly and apologized for the pain from her first penetration, a good man would have held her afterwards in calm silence, a good man would have stopped when she cried about him hurting her. But she was with Alex Delarge. And he wasn't a good man.

Alex pushed her shirt open, revealing her luscious young body and plain white bra. Heavy cotton. A mature woman's bra, not sexy at all; "Let's get this off, shall we?" he said unsnapping it and pulling it away. Isabella hurried to cover herself up, blushing scarlet in embarrassment. But he pulled her hands away and pinned them down, "No no no, little sister, let Uncle Alex like viddy these delicious groodies of yours, right right?" he kissed her hard and quickly on her mouth and then began to suck on her right nipple letting his hand pinch the opposite. She squeaked and moaned softly. Writhing under his expert ministrations, his lips suckled hungrily at her breasts; teasing her nipples into hard points.

He trailed his hot open mouthed kisses down her body, stopping at her jeans. He unsnapped the button and pulled them down her long slim legs, he gave her a chaste kiss just above her underwear line, his chin tickled by the satin bow that served as yet another reminder of her innocent nature. He hooked his thumbs in the sides of her panties and smirked at her impatient but nervous expression. He pulled it off of her and gently eased her legs apart, "Has anyone ever eaten you out, sweetheart?" he asked in a lust-filled growl, "…eaten me out?" he smirked, "Allow uncle Alex to show you"

"OHH!" she squealed as his lips and tongue found her unexplored vagina, her breathing was harsh and her eyes were rolling to the back of her head as her hips began to roll and even hump his hot wet mouth, he knew exactly where to work his magic. Her legs were starting to shake, "A-Al…Alex…ohhh" she managed, otherwise unable to speak at all. His tongue found her entrance and with a smirk, he began to tongue fuck her. She screamed and began to writhe around, her legs shaking hard as her first orgasm swept over her and left her light headed and dizzy.

"How honored I feel, little sister, to be like the first chelloveck in all the history of the world to give you your very first orgasm." He smiled, kissing her once more. She shivered in anticipation as he dropped his own pants and pulled out his hard penis, she'd seen pictures in the anatomy books she'd studied. "Go on, touch it" he encouraged, she took it into her hand cautiously as if it would bite her if she wasn't careful. "Put in your mouth" her brows furrowed, "…but…you pee with this…" he chuckled, "Oh darling, I assure you, going to the bathroom is the last thing on my mind. Just trust me"

Just Trust me…

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