Warning!
No, this is still actually a warning about the content of this story and not just a title for it, again. This is the second chapter of a two chapter story so if you are reading this first you are going to be very, and I mean very confused. It is also a non-con story with an asexual lead that deals with really heavy topics like rape and sexual trauma. If that kind of content makes you feel uncomfortable, you should maybe not read this. I hope though if you decide to read this that you enjoy it.
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Jaxon was behind the wheel of his car. Wendy sat across from him, a bruised eye and a bleeding nose now on her face. The car itself was well kept, keeping with Jaxon's nature, but it was also on the cheap side, which was also keeping with his nature. It was an ugly green and it drove down the road at a high speed. The roads themselves were surprisingly empty, Wendy hadn't written any other drivers.
"You think the eye and the nose are to much?" Wendy asked.
"It makes sense. I dragged you into this car so I could rape you in front of an old ex. You're going to fight back and not want to go along with it and then I'll be forced into hitting you," Jaxon responded.
"Ya, I know it makes sense, it's just really violent. The blood, it makes me a little uncomfortable," Wendy explained.
"Well it's your story, drop the blood."
Jaxon was behind the wheel of his car. Wendy sat across from him, a bruised eye was now on her face. The car itself was well kept, keeping with Jaxon's nature, but it was also on the cheap side, which was also keeping with his nature. It was an ugly green and it drove down the road at a high speed. The roads themselves were surprisingly empty, Wendy hadn't written any other drivers.
"There, feeling better?" Jaxon asked.
"A bit. You think it's okay that I skipped the scene of you forcing me into the car?" Wendy asked.
"It's clear it would have made you uncomfortable. Don't got to explain yourself, especially to me. I'm not a real person remember?" Jaxon reminded her.
"Right, right,"
"You did it by the way,"
"Did what?"
"You posted the first part of your non-con story. I thought you were going to bail on the whole thing for sure."
"Oh it's not that big of a deal."
"Don't be modest. It is a big deal. Writing is hard."
"It's porn, it's not hard to write."
"Writing anything is hard. I don't care if you are writing up a commercial for soda cans, it's still hard."
"It does feel good to be writing again. Like, I haven't written anything in three years."
"And that's a thing to be proud about. Like even if this story got back horrible reviews or really offended some people, none of that would matter because you liked it and it made you better."
"Well, it seems to be getting mixed reviews."
"Ya, not to much of a surprise there. It is after all, two people talking about a sex scene instead of the actual sex scene itself for most of its length. People tend to not want to think about porn when they're reading porn."
"Ya, I was expecting people to not go crazy over it, but it's still good to be writing again." Wendy smiled.
"And that's all I'm saying. It's good on you to be writing again.
"Ya, it is."
"Now, should you and me plan out the next scene?"
"I don't think we have to. It's pretty straight forward. You're going to drive me over to Frank's home, drag me to the door, get in there and beat him up."
"And fuck you."
"And fuck me of course."
"How do you want to end it."
"Oh right, I need an ending for this story. Endings are hard."
"Their like the most important part of the story."
"Ya, and it's what everyone always fucks up on. We'll figure out the ending when we get to it. Let's just take this story one scene at a time."
"Right, and with that in mind..." Jaxon said and then pulled into a driveway.
There was a single car already there, blue in colour, looking nice and flashy. Jaxon's car pulled up close to it and parked. The home next to the driveway was four stories tall and looked classy beyond words. It was a smooth, white colour with a massive lawn and said lawn had a luxurious fountain with a little stone statue of a boy carved into it. This building had all the works.
"Last time I heard Frank still lived with his parents. I don't think he could ever afford a place like this," Jaxon said.
"No, I'm pretty sure he couldn't, but making him more well off makes the reader hate him more," Wendy said.
"Ya, that's true," Jaxon stated and then opened the door of his car.
Jaxon got out of his car and moved around the vehicle. He reached the passenger side and pulled open the door before Wendy.
"You ready for this?" Jaxon asked.
"Ya, I think. I can just take another writing break if it gets to uncomfortable," Wendy responded.
