Universe Backstabber: The Worst Night Of My Life

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Universe Backstabber: The Worst Night Of My Life

By Harley Quinn hyenaholic

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Me: Warning, warning, this fanfic is VERY disturbing. It contains detailed and realistic descriptions of violent rape (I won't say accurate, because I've not got any experience in that field, thank god), as well as normal violence, and a total absence of a happy ending.

Nic: What? You mean I get raped?

Me: Oh, hi Nic. But that's what I said in the summary, wasn't it?

Nic: Well, yeah but...

Me: Look Nic, it's only a fanfic. You don't really get raped.

Nic: But it's really realistic!

Me: That's the point, dumbass! This fanfic wasn't written to make you laugh or turn you on! It was written to make people realise how horrible and sick rape is! And to give a good kick in the groin to anyone who writes humourous rape fanfics. Now, this fanfic is the second in a series called Universe Backstabber.

THIS IS NOT THE ARCHIE UNIVERSE AND IT NEVER WAS. THERE ARE NO ALIENS AROUND TO FILL IN PLOTHOLES, THERE IS NO KNOTHOLE, AND ROBOTNIK WAS NEVER A ROBOT. I CALL THIS UNIVERSE "UNIVERSE BACKSTABBER". IN THIS UNIVERSE, APART FROM ALL THE EXTRA BACK-STABBING THAT GOES ON, EVERYBODY IS EIGHT YEARS OLDER THAN THEY WOULD BE IN THE ARCHIE CONTINUITY. IF I DON'T KNOW HOW OLD THEY ARE IN THE ARCHIE CONTINUITY, I WILL USE THE SONIC X CONTINUITY OR MAKE AN INTELLIGENT GUESS. THIS MAKES THEIR AGES NOW...

Shadow: ??? (hey, you didn't think I was going to give him an age did you? That would be practically sacreligious)
Robotnik: 53
Vanilla: 47
Nack: 27
Big: 26
Espio, Rouge, Nic: 25
Sonic, Knuckles, Vector, Charmy: 24
Tikal: 22
Tails, Amy: 18
Cream: 14

Me: This edit has been made especially for new readers (I should be so lucky) and makes the A/N a bit more streamlined. Oh yes, and two more things. To make life easier for me, everybody's birthday is on the same day. Last week. And Universe Backstabber begins in January 2006, for no particular reason. And none of the above characters belong to me. They belong to Sega and Sonic Team.

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Prologue...

It might have been the worst night of my life, but it wasn't Nack's fault.

I know it wasn't his fault. Then again, it wasn't my fault either. It was the monster. The demon. The monster caught him while he was weak, and hurt him, and hurt me. And there's nothing I can do about it.

What am I talking about? I suppose I'd better tell you...

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Chapter 1: Humiliation

He's been out all night drinking again. It's something he's been doing a lot, lately. I guess it's mostly because we've been having a lot of problems with Robotnik, and Sonic, and the cops lately. He comes home drunk almost every evening. The money's running out, and he's wasting it on booze, and that makes me so... angry!

I'm usually asleep by this time, but now... now I've made me a decision. I'm going to really talk to him about it. If I don't do it now while I'm angry, I won't do it at all. I cross my arms and glare at the door.

The door opens, and Nack comes in, swaying slightly, looking at the floor.

"Nack," I snap. He looks up at me briefly, then collapses into a chair and switches on the TV.

"Nic, it's been a long day, just..." he starts, his voice slurred.

"Nack, you've been out all night drinking again! I can smell the smoke and booze on you from here!"

"So what..." Nack flicks through a few channels, "Just shut up, okay?"

Nack's off-hand rudeness only fuels my anger, "So what? So what?! So you're only drinking away the money we need for rent, and food, and bills! You won't go out and get a reliable job! One where people will pay you, and you don't risk getting shot! You won't even go out and get an unreliable job!" I hesitate. Nack hasn't moved, his eyes are still watching the television, "Are you even listening to me?" I shout at him.

"Yeah, sure..."

"You're not, are you?" I snatch the remote off him and turn off the television, "You're a lazy, selfish bum, you know that Nack? You're nothing. People say you're a money-driven scum-bag, but I know you better than that. If you were money-driven, you'd get a goddamn job! You're just a scumbag!" Nack looks up angrily, but I'm in full ranting swing now, "I've got a real job, while you... can barely stand!"

"Oh yeah?" Nack snarls, standing up a little shakily, "Well if it weren't for me, you'd have been hanged as a witch years ago! You have no idea how hard it is out there, Nic!"

"No, Nack," I hiss under my breath, "You have no idea how hard it is in here!" I slap him sharply, and Nack gasps in shock as the blow knocks him back a few paces. There are now three clear red streaks on his face where my fingers connected. It can't have hurt him, but I shouldn't have hit him at all...

Then, just as I step forward to apologise, he straightens up by himself. Glaring at me, he back-hands me across the face, knocking me to the floor. I gasp as all the air is knocked out of me for a moment. Nack has never, ever hit me before, and I can barely comprehend the idea.

"Aw, I've wanted to do that for years," he sneers, a sudden cruelty glinting in his eyes. I get to my feet quickly and stand as if to advance on him for a moment, but the expression of dark intent in his eyes turns my mind. Instead I duck under his arms and run into the dimly lit kitchen. Looking around me, I snatch up a rolling pin.

"Keep away from me, Nack!" I warn him, "I'll defend myself if I have to!"

"Why don't you put that little wooden club down," Nack suggests, still advancing on me, "People could get hurt."

I swing it at him a couple of times in response, and he watches me for a second. Then he catches the rolling pin mid-swing and tosses it aside. Before I can grab another means of defence, he has opened a kitchen drawer and pulled out a sharp bread knife, then slams the drawer shut again. In one swift movement he has pinned me against the edge of the kitchen table, gripping my wrists tightly, his tail wrapped around my waist.

"Nack, what the hell do you think you're doing?!" I shout at him, angry, "Nack, you're hurting me!"

Nack sneers at my protestations, then presses the knife against my throat. He doesn't answer my frightened question, but he suddenly twists my right arm so violently that I think it's going to break, and a gasp of pain escapes my lips. Without hesitating, he knocks me down onto the floor hard, and I land with another sharp gasp. Before I can get up, he's on top of me, pinning my arms down with his knees as he presses the knife against my throat once again.

As Nack's heavy body weighs me down, I look into his eyes, and instantly regret it. They are wild, dilated, almost... drugged. I can smell the alcohol coming off him like a battering ram. I can hear his heavy, ragged breathing, "Stop it Nack!" I shout, suddenly frightened, "Stop it! Let me up!"

"Shut up, Nic," Nack snarls, "Just shut the hell up for once in your life, or- or I'll fucking kill you!" He appears to calm down a little, as he trails the knife down my cheek, across my throat, over my chest and my body, finally tapping it against my thigh. I'm trying everything to push him away, to get him off me, but he's just too big, too strong, and I'm too scared. I haven't got a chance. As I struggle, he presses the knife harder against my throat, so hard that it almost, but not quite, cuts into me, and I cannot help but to cry out. In his eyes I can see the pleasure he is deriving from my pain.

"You're a slut," he whispers, his eyes shining, "And a bitch, and a liar. You're always pushing people around, always taking, never giving. Well, let's see how you like it when something's taken from you."

With these words, he slides the knife under my vest. My fear increases rapidly - surely Nack would never...

Without warning, he is suddenly using the knife to cut off my clothing, piece by piece, slicing through the fabric and bringing the knife so close to my body that it parts the fur. I can only watch in horror as he discards the remains of my clothes over the floor, his breathing becoming heavier and more rapid as he surveys my now naked body. He tosses the knife aside, and for a brief second I struggle again, but it's so pointless. He discards his gloves, and places his bare hands on my hips. They travel all over my body, no longer obstructed by my clothes, and I begin to cry helplessly as he forces me to endure his violent gropings.

"Nack, please..." I plead with him, the tears running down my face, "Please stop..."

Nack says nothing; he only groans with pleasure.

I can no longer feel any pain, for the terror is overiding it. I cannot close my eyes as I watch Nack fumbling with my flesh, my breathing now so frantic that I feel I may scream at any moment. I manage to get one arm free and try to push him off me, but he grabs my hand and forces me to stroke his chest and torso. There is a burning, hungry lust in his eyes as he pushes me back down on the floor once again, still pinning me down.

"No, Nack, you can't do this to people," I cry frantically, "You mustn't do this to people! It's wrong! Don't do this to me, Nack! I'm your sister, dammit! You can't do this to me!"

Nack trails a finger down my cheek, "That's the reason I want you," he says simply, "At first... At first I thought you only want what you can't have."

I open my mouth, but I have no time to answer. I can only cry out again as he grabs my braid and pulls my head back sharply, until I can almost hear my neck creak. As the tears trickle down my cheeks and into my fur, he presses his lips against mine and kisses me deeply, sliding his tongue into my mouth. This is wrong, this is all so wrong... but it's still happening.

He breaks the kiss, "But now I have you, and I still want you. So I guess it would be better to say... that you always want what you shouldn't have."

With these words, Nack yanks off my gloves and pulls off my belt roughly, tossing them aside and rendering me fully naked. Up until this moment, I have been relying on the fleeting, desperate hope that he will regain his senses, that he will stop somewhere, but I now see that the light at the end of the tunnel is a burning supernova.

He buries his face in my chest, breathing in deeply, then raises his head again, "You have no idea how long I've wanted to have you this way," he says as he looks down at me, his voice more gutteral than ever. He slides both hands into the heat between my thighs, and slowly parts my legs. I whimper softly in pain as a lazy smile traverses his face, "Your eyes, your lips, your... your body. I feel as if I've been waiting forever," he whispers, stroking me hungrily, "I've wanted you for so long..."

I shudder as his fingers invade my body, "Nack, please, stop," I beg him, my last shreds of hope vanishing as the supernova degenerates into the black hole of knowledge that is dragging me in relentlessly.

Nack shakes his head, "I've wanted you for so long," he repeats, taking my face in both hands, "Oh god, you have no idea how much I've wanted you. Every part of you. And now I finally have you," he strokes my lips, his fingers damp, "And you think I'm gonna stop now?"

Nack touches my hips again, and my body bucks as tears run freely down my cheeks, "You are so beautiful," he murmers, "I'm so damn lucky to have you for my sister..." He bends down and kisses me again, but he doesn't stop at my lips this time; he works his kisses all the way down my body, his fingers following after.

"Please, Nack!" I sob as he continues to touch me, "Don't do this to me! Don't... don't do this..."

He ignores my pleas, and removes his dirty old stetson hat. He looks at it for a moment, and then tosses it aside, then pulls off his belt and discards it.

"NO, NACK! NO!!!" I cry out, my voice rising to a scream.

Then I scream again, as he forces himself into me, the sudden intrusion intensely painful to an extent I have never felt before, and all the worse for being deep inside my body. It is so obvious that he doesn't care what he's doing to me, either physically or mentally. He only cares that he gains pleasure from my franticly struggling body. He picks up a shred of what was once my clothing from the floor, and forces it into my mouth, nearly choking me. He ignores my desperate, stifled screams of fear, pain, and humiliation, and my struggles, treating them as if they are nothing more than a mild inconvenience, and continues to violate my body mercilessly.

I can hear Nack's grunts of pleasure and satisfaction, interspersed with my sobs and screams of agony which are muffled by the fabric in my mouth, as he drives his body in and out of mine, rising and falling on top of me, his breathing hoarse and rapid and heavy as he goes deeper and deeper. The pain he could have caused me with the knife he discarded is nothing to the pain he's now causing me with his body. I scream again, loud enough to be heard through the makeshift gag, as he comes to his climax and releases his semen inside me.

That one horrific moment seems to go on forever, but finally he pulls out of me with a satisfied grunt of pleasure. I manage to cough up the shred of fabric, but the time for screaming is now over; I can only lie there in misery and suffer the aftermath of the pain he has dealt me.

Nack rolls off me, his breathing still heavy as he wraps his arms around me, so that he's almost on top of me again, his heavy body preventing me from moving. But even if he wasn't weighing me down, I can still only lie there on the kitchen floor, robbed of all the dignity I had left, still naked, still crying, and still as weak and as helpless as the child born only an hour ago.

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End of Chapter 1: Humiliation.

Me: And don't say I didn't warn you...

Nic: You bitch! I just got raped! By my brother! That's incest!

Me: Yeah, whatever. Now, people, R&R! And if you want to, you can go to the second chapter. When it's up, of course.