Two Broken, One Whole - Kristen's Board Contest

[RapeU]

Teaser: She stood, stretched slightly, and said “I could use a break.” The words were innocent. Her tone was the kind that made my heart leap. Hannah stepped closer to me, a small smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye. “I’ve been thinking about you all morning,” she said softly. “And I want to be with you.” Another step closer and her voice softened to barely above a whisper, “right now.”
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The author of this story has read and accepted the rules for posting stories. They guarantee that the following story depicts none of the themes listed in the Forbidden Content section of the rules.

The following story is a work of fiction meant for entertainment purposes only. All sexual acts depicted in this story take place between consenting adults. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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Title: Two Broken, One Whole
Author: RapeU
Chapter Tags: FF
Content Warnings: PTSD from past trauma is involved
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This story is going to be my entry for the Kristen's Board Memorial Contest. Essentially, this is a snapshot of Hannah and Wendy's relationship after they were gangraped repeatedly over the course of two weeks in The Blowout. You don't have to read the prior story to enjoy this one.

Originally I wanted to include the actual wedding in this story. I also wanted to introduce more characters in their world and plant the seeds for some future stories. Within the confines of a short story, it can't be done. Well, I suppose I could, but it wouldn't feel right for the characters.

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Two Broken, One Whole

There was a sound of a woman screaming, a desolate cry of suffering and pain. “HANNAH,” I screamed out. I tried to move but couldn’t. “No, Hannah, don’t hurt her,” I begged and thrashed against whatever held me. Another wild, feral scream entered my ears that completely broke me. “I’ll do anything you say if you stop hurting her, please!” A third scream, less loud as the rest of them, as if she was dying. “STOP HURTING HER!”

“Wen,” a voice broke through my hazy mind. Where had it com from? “Wen,” the voice said again, slightly clearer, “you’re in bed.” The voice became stronger and was familiar. I gasped and opened my mouth to scream again, but no sound came out. “It’s me,” the voice was calm, certain. “You’re here with me.” My eyes opened to darkness and shapes that didn’t make sense. My chest heaved. Tears poured out faster than I could breathe through them and I hurled out harsh, deep sobs. “Wendy, look at me.” I turned my head towards the sound of the voice. My fiancé’s face slowly came into focus in front of me. “You’re in bed,” she said calmly, solidly, “in our apartment, with me.” Hannah watched me like she was holding the world together by sheer force of will.

The sobs didn’t stop, they continued to tear out of me, raw and relentless. Hannah asked me soft and gentle, “can I touch you?” I sucked in a jagged breath and managed to reply through sobs “I…need…you…” Without hesitation Hannah pulled me into her, firm and secure. Her arms wrapped tightly around me. My face ended up pressed against her shoulder. I felt her hand between my shoulder blades, anchoring me there. I clung to her, my fists twisted in the back of her nightgown and continued to sob into her shoulder.

“It’s not happening,” she whispered quietly into my ear. Her hand gently and firmly patted my back in a slow, steady rhythm. “It’s over.” She held me through my fists shaking and ragged breathing. “You’re safe with me.” My sobs eased, my breathing steadied, and she held me tighter. After a few moments Hannah softly, gently whispered into my ear, “name five things you can see.” It was a technique our therapist taught us. I took a deep, shaky breath, “Your red hair,” I blinked away my tears, “the sheets, the wall.” I took another deep breath, “light from the clock, your neck.” I could hear the smile in her voice, “Good,” she breathed gently into my ear, “now what are four things you can touch?”

I lifted my head and our eyes briefly met. She had genuine, deep love and concern within her eyes. I touched my own head, then her hand, then the sheets, and finally touched her cheek. With a sigh, I murmured “I feel stupid for letting a nightmare get to me.” I hugged her tighter and continued, “sorry if I triggered anything with you.”

In a confident voice, Hannah said, “you’re not stupid. And triggering me isn’t an issue because you’re not doing it on purpose.” She tried to hide the haunted look in her face, but I caught it. Hannah continued, “we help and comfort each other. Always. It’s what we do.” I sighed, feeling emotionally drained, and replied bitterly, “I feel like we’re always going to be a two person cult for coping rituals.” She gave me another tight hug that made me feel slightly better. “Probably,” Hannah truthfully said when the embrace broke. She continued, “but we will go through it together. I’m not going anywhere after what all we’ve gone through.” I smiled and replied, “I don’t know what I would do without you.” She nodded and said in agreement “I’d be completely lost.”

The glow of the digital clock said 4:36 am. I sighed again and asked, “you think we’ll ever be normal again?” She shook her head, “we were never normal to begin with,” she pointed out. I heaved out another sigh and said, “you know what I mean.” My voice cracked, “back to the way things were before…” I couldn’t finish the thought. She gave me another tight hug. “Unlikely,” she honestly said, “but our love grows more and more each day. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I nodded and replied, “I’d marry you a hundred times over even if we had to crawl on our hands and knees through broken glass to the finish line.”

Hannah smiled, brightness in her eyes, and said, “there’s the woman I love.” I grinned and told her, “I love you too.” She kissed me on the forehead, a kiss of comfort. Then in her soft, comforting voice asked, “do you need to lay on me?” I nodded. She took off her nightgown, making her torso bare, then lay on her back. I put my head on her breast, my ear right next to her heart. The skin to skin contact made me feel safe, loved, and warm. Her steady, strong heartbeat comforted me, the rhythm of it was already pulling me closer to sleep. I felt one of her fingers rub the back of my ear just the way I liked.

“You woke me up.” She said it softly. If I hadn’t known her, it would have sounded like an accusation. But I knew exactly what she meant. She was making a promise that she would continue to wake up for me when I needed her the most. I took a deep breath in and let out a soft coo to let her know I knew. I then drifted off to sleep in her chest, my most favorite place in the world.

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I awakened to the unmistakable sound of pen scratching on paper. Hannah had managed to untangle herself from me and was working on our Valentine’s Day wedding, which was still a few months away. After doing my morning business, I left Hannah to her work and went to the nearest Starbucks. Upon return to our humble abode I found her sitting at the kitchen table like a general in a war room, hunched over her wedding checklist with her favorite blue gel pen. Hannah’s hair was a tangle of purposeful disarray, held hostage at the crown with a pencil. Her mouth was a thin line and her face frozen in deep concentration.

I announced myself, “Ma’am, you’ve been served,” and slid a cup into her line of sight. She smiled, “my hero, I was just about to spiral into another existential crisis.” She said all of this while still concentrating on the list. “What did you get me?” I smiled, “blonde Americano, triple shot, no room. Just how my amazing fiancé likes it.” She finished writing something, capped her gel pen, and took a sip. “My wonderful fiancé remembers well.”

I carefully moved some papers on top of a chair onto the floor and sat down. “Is the crisis an animal attack? Lions, and tigers, and bears?” She snickered and shook her head. “Not those animals, no” she said. “Squirrels on the other hand tend to get brave around human food. I’ve already made a contingency plan for that.” Immediately I gave Hannah a salute. “General, I will prepare our forces for a squirrel invasion and repulsion using your plan I’ve hereby decided to call Operation: No Nuts.” She affectionately rolled her eyes, smiled, and shook her head. “Terrible. But I love you anyway.” I grinned “I love you too.”

After a brief pause, Hannah explained, “The seating chart. Your parents still haven’t acknowledged our relationship. I’ve made a chart with them just in case they come around and another chart without them, but something is still off.” I nodded and said, “what if we just cancelled the reception and served devilled eggs on the way out the door. We’d be legends.” She gave me a scathing look. I held up my hands. “Kidding, only kidding.” Her look softened and I waited a brief moment before saying, “we could always fly to Vegas and elope. I’ve always wanted to gamble away all of our fame and fortune.” She snorted, shook her head, and asked, “what am I going to do with you.” I grinned and replied, “boss me around and be a pain in my ass for the rest of our lives like every wife in history?” That one made her laugh, her eyes sparkled. “You’ll be a wife too you know,” she said. “Yeah,” I grinned, “That’s the part I’m looking forward to.”

Hannah didn’t answer right away. She made a glance at the table, her controlled chaos of wedding plans, then glanced at me. One more glance at the table and she placed her gel pen on top of the papers perfectly parallel to the edge of the table. Then Hannah said, “I’m looking forward to that too.” The words were simple, but her voice had a tone that made my breath catch in my throat. She stood, stretched slightly, and said “I could use a break.” The words were innocent. Her tone was the kind that made my heart leap. Hannah stepped closer to me, a small smile on her face and a twinkle in her eye. “I’ve been thinking about you all morning,” she said softly. “And I want to be with you.” Another step closer and her voice softened to barely above a whisper, “right now.”

My breath caught in my throat again, shallow and fast, and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest. I rose from my seat, then remembered the papers I had moved earlier. When I glanced at that direction, I heard her say, “leave them, nothing’s broken.” I looked back at her and took one of her hands. She smiled a sexy smile that drove me wild.

We carefully moved away from the table towards the bedroom. As soon as there was no danger of ruining wedding plans, Hannah leaned in, her lips barely brushing against mine, teasing me. It was a whisper of a kiss that ignited a wildfire within me. My lips closed the gap between us and my whole body fluttered with desire. I tasted the familiar sweetness of Hannah’s lips, the subtle hint of coffee, and the intoxicating essence of Hannah herself.

We managed to slowly walk our way into the bedroom, taking our time and kissing along the way. The world outside our room ceased to exist. Our kissing broke as I began to unbutton Hannah’s blouse, fingers trembling from excitement and anticipation. Once it was unbuttoned she shrugged it off and let it fall to the floor. Then, she unbuttoned mine and I let it fall to the floor as well. There was another deep, passionate kiss where it felt like fireworks were going off in my head in celebration of our love. We unclasped each other’s bras, not breaking the kiss this time, and let them fall.

Our bodies pressed harder together. My breast tingled with contact from hers. Her hands wrapped around me, nails started at my upper back and softly, slowly scratched down. I let out soft moans, the kiss and her nails felt eternally pleasurable. My hands ran through her hair. As her nails found my jeans, I felt her fingers slip to the front beneath the waistband, fumbling just a little with the stubborn fly. I reached down to return the favor, working the button of her own pants. Our jeans came down almost in sync, a chaotic little dance that might have been easier if we parted lips. But we didn’t want to. Hannah’s hands found my panties, and she tugged them down. I did the same with hers and we did another chaotic dance. Once we were both completely nude, we broke the kiss so that we could find the bed.

I opened my eyes and saw the eternal flame of Hannah’s beautiful soul within hers. Careful to not make eye contact too long, I broke it after a few seconds by getting into our bed and laying on my back. Hannah slowly crawled on top of me. I embraced her naked body as her lips met my own for another deep kiss that made it feel like we were one.

Her lips moved down to my neck, to a specific spot right near the jugular vein. The most sensitive spot on my neck that always made me gasp. She kissed that spot, slow, passionate, as her fingers traced lines down my neck and to my breast. Hannah always took her time. It was her version of foreplay, to draw out every shiver, whimper, and moan.

Her nails slowly teased my breast, barely avoiding my nipple as she kissed my neck. I gasped and whimpered with pleasure as she started sucking my neck the moment her nails were on both nipples. Slowly her nails moved down my body, down to my stomach, and down further still. When she finally slipped her fingers between my legs it was so gentle, so deliberate, that I felt myself melt instantly. She knew the map of my body by heart, could find the pulse of my pleasure blindfolded. My whole world funneled down to her fingers inside me and her mouth against my skin. Her fingers built a rhythm that was gentle but insistent, and her mouth kept whispering against my skin. I clutched her back, nails digging in as my breath came faster and faster.

My moans became longer, deeper, uncontrolled. Her lips found my lips again just as the orgasm hit. She planned it perfectly, my moans turning into screams that were muffled by her lips. I wanted more, craved more, needed more. She didn’t stop, she always knew when I wanted more. I arched into her hands, into her mouth, into that overwhelming sensation. My head pressed back into the pillow, hands gripped her body, as Hannah’s fingers kept perfect pace with the throbbing pulse beneath my skin. Each time her thumb grazed my most sensitive spot, my whole body trembled.

Another orgasm came to me, it was with a shudder that left me raw and open, like every nerve had been stripped bare. Hannah still didn’t let up. For a while, I could only cling to her, grounding myself in the solid presence of her body draped over mine. I wanted more, needed more, and begged Hannah to keep going through my moans and screams.

Her mouth latched onto my neck again and every inch of my body screamed with pure pleasure. Then, her lips slowly kissed from my neck upward to my cheek. I knew she was teasing me, and I loved every moment of it. Her lips barely brushed against mine, just like before. Except this time a tidal wave of pleasure rocked my body as she touched me in just the right spot. My lungs emptied inside her mouth, a raw, seismic scream.

Her hand slowly moved away from my sex. My breathing was ragged and wild. She rolled off me onto her back, then patted her breast. Like the night prior, I lay on her chest, only this time to recover from the endorphin high instead of sleep. She wrapped her arms around me, one of my arms wrapped around her, and I was in heaven. Gradually my breathing steadied and so did her heartbeat. When I felt like I could move again, I asked, “Do you want me to?”

Hannah shifted. Her hand found one of mine and our fingers laced. She guided my hand down her body towards her sex. I turned my head to kiss her bosom and my fingers pressed against her sex, which was dripping wet. Every movement I made was slow, careful, and predictable. Hannah’s breath stuttered at the first touch, her hips arching up to meet my hand like the most exquisite offering. I slipped a finger inside her, just the way she liked, and felt her clench around me. Another finger slipped inside and she softly sighed with pleasure. My thumb circled the spot I knew she loved, the one that drove her wild, and she let out a desperate gasp.

Slowly I kissed from her breast up her neck until I found her lips. She was getting close, one hand tangled in my hair, the other fisting the sheets like she might tear them apart. I worked her slowly, savoring every reaction. The tension in her body built until she arched under me and shuddered with a soft moan into my mouth. Our lips parted and I slowly kissed down her body. Neck. Breast. Stomach. Sex. My fingers kept her sex busy until my mouth arrived. She let out another gasp when my fingers withdrew and my tongue replaced them.

When I hit the spot I knew she liked with my tongue, I heard her whimper. Her hands clawed at the sheets again, but this time it felt wrong. Like she wasn’t doing it from pleasure. I withdrew from her sex and cursed, “shit.” Our therapist stressed three things would be critical for the person offering support. Patience. Calm. Slow. I took a breath, willing myself to remain calm, “Han, it’s me.” Her body jerked slightly, her eyes were back at someplace I couldn’t see. Hemlock Lodge. “Hannah, you’re with me in our apartment.” Her eyes flicked to mine but were unfocused. One of her hands twitched towards me, then appeared to change its mind.

“Hannah, I’ve got you, you’re here with me,” I calmly and slowly said. She let out a soft sob, her body shuddered, but then her hand finally touched my wrist and squeezed. I drew her into me slowly, carefully. Her head rested on my shoulder and she quietly sobbed into it. I held her the way she held me the night prior and told her the same encouraging words. “You’re with me, only me. It’s not happening.” She held me tight. I rocked her slightly, just enough to let her feel a rhythm, a steadiness under the chaos. She exhaled shakily and relaxed into the movement.

“I’m sorry,” she whispered, “Their chants of ‘asshole’ just popped into my head and…” I tightened my arms around her, firm but gentle. “Don’t apologize,” I calmly but firmly cut her off. “It’s not your fault. It’s mine. I should have asked you if you wanted that.” Hannah shook her head “I wanted it. I just didn’t want the baggage from the lodge.” Softly, gently I replied “I know.”

After a moment I asked, “do you want to lay on me?” She nodded. I lay on my back and she rested her head over my heart. One of her hands rested on my other breast, fingers splayed as if to remind herself I was real. One of my hands was on her back, patting her in a steady rhythm. Another hand was slowly moving up and down her arm, tracing the constellations of her freckles. We lay there for a long while. Individually, we were both broken from our shared trauma. But together our love kept stitching us back into something whole, one panic attack at a time.

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Hannah and Wendy will return for a story of events that lead up to and include their wedding. It will be a consensual story like this one with a few seeds planted for both con and noncon stories.

[Lucius]

A fine slice-of-sex-life story that complements the earlier work nicely. We see the lingering impact of Hemlock Lodge on the girls' souls -- and get a great lesbian sex scene.

[Claire]

That was very sweet. It's almost weird to read something so wholesome here. It was nice to see Wendy and Hannah again after everything that happened in the first story.

I liked that you took more time to describe the sex than you do in most stories. And one issue I had with the first story, namely Hannah stealing the show a little from Wendy, was less present here. I was a bit worried that this would repeat here with the story starting with Hannah seeming fine-ish while comforting Wendy. But the ending showed nicely that Hannah also relied on Wendy. That was a very good choice for the overall narrative that I liked a lot.

I think what I'm missing in this chapter of their story is a sense of progression. I think it might have been better not to tell us that they would get married at the end of the first story. Then show us how the trauma tests their relationship in the aftermath and maybe have a progression in this chapter from a relationship that looks like it might break under the pressure to Wendy proposing? I think something like that would have given this part of the story a bit more tension and a sense of catharsis at the end. But I see also the appeal to just give a screenshot of what living with trauma is like without much really happening.

I think this will be a strong entry in the contest.

[Shocker]

I usually don’t read many consensual stories here, and comment on them even less. But i will read any story with Hanna and Wendy in it. You created a monster there.

[RapeU]

That was very sweet. It's almost weird to read something so wholesome here. It was nice to see Wendy and Hannah again after everything that happened in the first story.

I liked that you took more time to describe the sex than you do in most stories. And one issue I had with the first story, namely Hannah stealing the show a little from Wendy, was less present here. I was a bit worried that this would repeat here with the story starting with Hannah seeming fine-ish while comforting Wendy. But the ending showed nicely that Hannah also relied on Wendy. That was a very good choice for the overall narrative that I liked a lot.

I liked how it turned out too. I intentionally held back and included realisim with sex. Sex between two people in love is great. However, in real life sex can be awkward, sometimes funny (like when my parents gave us their bed as a wedding gift and we broke the bedframe,) could trigger some nasty feelings out of nowhere from trauma, completely mundane, and/or the best feeling in the world.

I think what I'm missing in this chapter of their story is a sense of progression.

Correct, that is also intentional. This story is roughly 3,200 words. So there's 1,800 words left to create some kind of progression. Could it be done? Sure. But it would cheapen both characters to condense some kind of progression with such a small word limit. The progression happens in the longer story.

I think it might have been better not to tell us that they would get married at the end of the first story. Then show us how the trauma tests their relationship in the aftermath and maybe have a progression in this chapter from a relationship that looks like it might break under the pressure to Wendy proposing? I think something like that would have given this part of the story a bit more tension and a sense of catharsis at the end.

There is drama, progression, and a scene where Wendy and Hannah both fight in the longer story. Again, I could have absolutely included one of those things, maybe more, but it would have required cutting out most of the sex.

But I see also the appeal to just give a screenshot of what living with trauma is like without much really happening.

I think this will be a strong entry in the contest.

That's exactly what I was going for. And I hope it does well in the contest

I usually don’t read many consensual stories here, and comment on them even less. But i will read any story with Hanna and Wendy in it. You created a monster there.

Yeah, it's going to be hard to put them into a perilous situation again.