The following story is purely a work of fiction of a sexual nature. If you're not of age, it's illegal to view such material in your community, etc. then stop right now and go away. Archive and distribute freely as you please. All I ask is you leave my e-mail in here in case people want to send questions or comments. -- The Year by: turc443 (jjdak@hotmail.com) -- No matter which way you look at it, rape is a very ugly thing, but it is what makes the story I'm about to tell you possible. Now before I begin I must tell you briefly about my childhood. My name is Michael and when I was nine I got to watch my father rape and kill my mother in a drunken rage. A neighbor heard the argument that lead up to my mother's death and called the police. The police arrived just in time to witness my father stab my mother before be turned and charged them. They promptly shot and killed him and I was left without a family. I bounced from foster home to foster home before finally being adopted before by a family that lived in Chicago, Illinois. This was the first big city I had ever lived in, or been to for that matter, and I loved every minute of it growing up. The culture, the people, everything it had to offer I absolutely loved. Best of all though were The Johnson's. Tom and Lila, those were their first names, were about as loving and caring as anyone could be and treated me as if I was their own. Now mind you I loved my mother dearly and she treated me well, but my alcoholic father managed to fuck everything up and I chose to try and not to remember that.. Anyways, this is all you really need to know for now. Now we must fast-forward thirteen years to when I first met Kirsten. Kirsten Dunst I mean. I was twenty-one and a manager at a local diner closing up for the night. It was about the time the sequel to Spider-Man was being filmed. - "I'm telling you this is the year the Cubs go all the way," Huck said as he sipped on his coffee and then sat the mug down on the table. "You've been saying that every year since I've known you, and I admit they've got a good team this year with some of the players they've signed, but Houston and St. Louis both have great teams which I don't think the Cubs can beat," I replied as worked on the night's receipts and filled out the paperwork. The dinner was officially closed, but I always let Huck stay while I closed up for the night. He was the area's patriarch who everyone knew and loved and the two of us talked about whatever was on our minds that day. Huck continued to drink and we chatted when the diner's door opened and the bell hanging on it chimed. "Sorry we're closed. I'm about to lock up." I shouted not looking up from my paperwork. "Oh, damn it! You sure? You're about the only place left that's open. Or looks to be anyways. Sorry to bother you." I recognized that voice from somewhere and had I looked up I would have recognized the face as well, but I didn't. "Hey Michael, what're you doing? Look," Huck told me so I did. "Holy shit, you know who that is don't you?" "I'm old Michael, but I'm not stupid. That's that sweet girl from Spider-Man. Kristen something isn't it?" "It's Kirsten, but you can call me Kristen if you want." In my discussion with Huck I failed to notice how she overheard us, took note of our conversation, and made her way over. "I suppose now I'll look like an ass for only serving you after I found out it was you?" I asked. "In most cases I'd say yes, but Huck's here and my guess is he's here a lot of nights. Let's just call it even and I won't think ill of you," Kirsten joked with a smile. "Why thank you Ms. Dunst you are rather sweet. What can I make the two of you?" "Nothing for me tonight Michael. I've got to get home to the wife," Huck said raising from his stool. "Are you sure?" Kirsten asked taking the stool next to his. "Yeah I am. You seem like a sweet kid and Michael isn't too bad himself," Huck said as he bowed and kissed her on the hand. "Take care Huck, and I'll see you tomorrow." "Bright and early again tomorrow Michael," Huck shouted as the diner door closed. "He seems like a really nice guy," Kirsten commented. "Oh he is, he's the greatest. He's been like a father to me." "A father? So I take it you don't know yours?" "Actually he's dead, so is my mother." "Oh shit, I'm so sorry!" Kirsten apologized with a look of guilt in her face. "Bah don't worry about it. There's no way you could have known. You're Kirsten Dunst, world famous movie actress, and I'm Michael, 14th Street famous diner manager, and since it is such, what can I get for you?" Kirsten laughed a bit before answering. "Anything I want?" "Well anything on the menu." Kirsten looked at a menu then responded. "Well then I'll have one your crispy chicken sandwiches, with the home fries, and a glass of plain old' water. I've been drinking flavored drinks all day, and I just want some water." "Coming right up, by the way, why are you here instead of at a hotel or somewhere getting the food catered for you?" "It's a nice luxury and all, but like everything else it gets tiring and I really wanted some old fashioned diner food for a change." "Huh, alright then. It's coming right up." "So how's the Spider-Man sequel coming along?" I shouted from the back as gathered the food for her meal. "Well it's going alright. We've had a few issues, and we're a little behind, but it's not too bad." "I don't suppose you could give me details on bad guys or plot could you?" "No sorry, it's all forbidden in out contracts." "That doesn't surprise me. Hey Kirsten could you do me a favor?" She didn't answer so I shouted again. "Hey Kirsten?" I was about to yell her name again when I heard the most blood-curdling shriek I've ever heard. I dropped everything and ran back up front. I was met by two men both holding guns. One man had his gun pointed at me, and the other had his arm around Kirsten's neck and his gun pointed at her head. The first person I didn't recognize, but the second I recognized immediately, Tony Silva. "Good to see you again Michael. You remember me don't you Michael?" Tony stared directly at me with an intense look in his eyes. "Michael?" Kirsten blubbered, a look of fear entering into her eyes. "Of course you do, I see it in your eyes. This my dear," Tony whispered into Kirsten's ear, "is the man who killed my brother." "You... You killed someone?" I could see the fearful look in Kirsten's eyes start to widen. "I didn't kill anyone. His brother was a goddamn junkie, and he got into a shootout with the police. It was his own damn fault," I replied not loosening my stare on Tony. "DON'T YOU FUCKING TALK ABOUT MY BROTHER LIKE THAT!" Tony shouted enraged. Tony's buddy then pistol-whipped me in the face knocking me to one knee. "You fucking ratted on my brother and that's why they tried to arrest him! I was only planning to kill you and burn the diner, but with Ms. Dunst here instead I think I'll rape and kill her like your father did to your mother!" "You fucking bastard!" I lunged at Tony but was met with the butts of two guns to the back of my skull. I fell back to the floor as my world became black. -- "Michael... Michael..." I slowly regained consciousness as my name rang in my ears. "Michael! Help me please!" The voice I definitely recognized as being Kirsten's, but slowly my eyes revealed a most revolting situation. I was no longer in the diner, but now was in an apartment. I didn't know who's it was, but I guessed it was Tony's. Besides that though I could see into the bedroom and Tony was currently on the bed forcing his cock into Kirsten's mouth while a beer bottle jutted out of her pussy and ass. "Look who finally fucking woke up," a voice to my left said. I turned my head only to see another gun pointed at it. "Fuck it dude, it's your turn, I'm tired of this slut," Tony shouted from the other room after he pulled out and shot his cum all over her face. "Please stop!" Kirsten cried. "Michael help me!" "Shut up bitch!" Tony reared back and punched her in the face. He then put on pants and left the room "I'll take over," Tony said as he took the gun from his companion and sat on a chair across from me. "You got blood on my loveseat you asshole," Tony said poking me with the gun. "Fuck you Tony," I mumbled. "No fuck you Michael!" Tony reared back and punched me in the face with his free hand. The force of the punch whipped my face to the side, but not before I saw Tony's friend as he removed the beer bottles from Kirsten's privates only to forcibly insert his member into her ass. I sat there oblivious to anything Tony said as I watched what happened. The man forced his shaft deep into Kirsten's rectum and tears began to stream down her face. He caught a glimpse of the tears as the light from a nearby lamp reflected off of them. "You want something to cry about bitch?!?!? I'll give you something to cry about!" As he continued to pump himself in and out of Kirsten's backside the man grabbed her by the hair and yanked on it hard. With a handful of her hair in his hand, he stopped thrusting long enough so he could reach back and slap her across the face right about on the same spot Tony had just punched her. My attention was drawn back to Tony as he grabbed a large butcher knife from a drawer. "Now to slice her up like your mother!" He sneered with the most evil of looks in his eyes. Beat up as I was I lunged from the loveseat and attacked Tony. Even with the knife in his hand I fought him. I'd be lying if I said I didn't feel him stab me, but my adrenaline rush fought back the pain and I got him to the floor. In our scuffle I failed to notice Tony's partner come from the bedroom and hit me from behind. I barely felt it though as I wrestle the knife from Tony and swung it around at the man behind. What happened next all became a blur and I only know this from what Kirsten told me later. Within a few minutes of the fight breaking out two men were dead from stab wounds and I was a bloody mess. Naked and beaten Kirsten found her way to the where I was and looked at me with a blank expression on her face. I looked back at her and with flashbacks of my mother and father in my head I said, "I'm sorry." The knife blade fell across both wrists and I watched as bloodpools started to form near my feet. Once again my world was black. - I woke up about a week later with Tom, Lila, and Huck at my bedside. They told me all they knew about the events of that night, and the big media shitstorm that was occuring. Kirsten was traumatized by the event, and they tried to convince me none of it was my fault. Oh and with the suspects dead and Kirsten to back up my story there would be no trial and no charges filed. I must have been pretty bad off as I stayed in the hospital for another month for recovery and observation. Now that I look at it, perhaps my suicide attempt was an extreme reaction to something I had no control over, but as I later found out I still had issues with my mother and father. The diner's owners were gracious enough to hold my job for me for when I got out of the hospital, which I did for about a year to try and bring back some normalcy in my life. Something unseen keep nagging at me and I couldn't shake it so finally I just used some vacation and took off for a week to the Johnson's lakehouse two hours outside of Chicago. Being alone for that week was about the best thing that could have happened to me. I wouldn't say I had gotten anything resolved or came to terms with anything, but I had a better feeling overall as the week neared the end. The Friday before I left I found myself sitting outside on the dock fishing as I drank Bud Light. The dock jutted out about thirty-five or forty feet from land. The Johnson's did have a boat, but I had never driven one before and at this point I had downed three beers and was a bit inebriated. I rarely drink for obvious reasons. Dusk had started to fall, and having no real luck fishing yet I popped opened a fourth beer. I fished for another hour without any luck so I decided to call it a night and started to pack the fishing equipment up. As I did so I got the overwhelming urge that I was being watched, so I looked up. Standing on the deck at the backdoor was Kirsten dressed very casually in a white t-shirt with some designer name splashed on the front and a pair of blue jeans. I had bittersweet feelings about seeing her. On one hand she was apparently doing ok and wanted to speak to me, but on the other hand I failed to save her. I know a year ago she was a stranger when she came into the diner and she still was seeing as we haven't had contact or spoken to each other since that night, but what happened was horrific. I saw what happened to my mother and the only difference is that Kirsten is still alive to deal with her demons. I put the fishing equipment back by the boat where it belonged and I made my way back to the house. I stopped at the foot of the deck stairs and looked up at Kirsten. She moved slightly closer to the stairs, but other than that made no kind of movement or gesture. Her face was void of expression almost blank, and finally I ascended the stairs and reached the top. We just looked at each other not saying a thing. Suddenly she crossed the few feet between us and wrapped her arms around me in a hug. I wasn't sure what to do so I did the same and hugged her back. She looked up at up and had tears in her eyes. "Thank you," was all she whispered with an appreciative smile on her face. My mind suddenly raced back to that night and I relived how Kirsten was forced to take Tony's dick in her mouth and how he covered her with his semen and then punched her. I remembered how his partner anally raped Kirsten pulling her hair and slapping her too. I remembered how I did nothing to save her from that. I broke the embrace and stepped away from her. "Thank you?" I asked incredulously. "Thank you for what? I let them rape you! They raped you! I did nothing to stop it! My father raped and killed my mother, I should have known better! I... I..." I was experiencing a complete mindfuck so I just leaned against the deck railing and slide down. I then started to throw my head backwards and hit it against the railing. Kirsten moved over to near where I was and began trying to calm me. "Michael, Michael! Calm down! It's not your fault! Please calm down!" I did eventually slow down then stop all together, but I then stood up and leaned on the rail looking out at the lake. Kirsten stood up next to me putting her arms around me again as she too peered out on the lake. "I know about everything," she began. "I badgered the Johnson's about your childhood when I was looking for you. "Know about what?" I asked not really wanting to go where this conversation was headed. "You were only nine. There wasn't anything you could have done. You're father was drunk, he might've killed you too." At the mere mention of my father I was forced to close my eyes and try to breathe as I nearly started to seethe with anger. Then Kirsten did something that surprised me. She pulled my head around and kissed me. It wasn't one of those pecks or greeting kisses, but a deep almost passionate one that you see couples doing. I stepped away from Kirsten again, but this time I was confused you could say. Sensing my thoughts Kirsten spoke. "I'm sorry I didn't say anything before you cut yourself, I... I just didn't know what to say... The rape wasn't your fault, they beat the hell out of you..." "They raped you though, it shouldn't have happened!" "God damn it Michael, would you shut up?!?" Kirsten growled as she slapped me across the face. The slap startled me and a look of surprise and shock crossed my face. "Look," she began, "yes I was raped and yes I have flashbacks and issues I have to deal with, but none of that was your god damn fault and as badly as they beat you before hand you manage to kill those two bastards by yourself. You're the reason I'm still alive Michael." I heard everything she said, but I couldn't help but notice the small stream of blood that was know trickling from my lip. "Damn," I said as I wiped the first spot away. "Oh no! I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to..." Kirsten started. "It's alright I deserved it. I'm gonna go in now and clean up. I've been outside all and smell like crap. If you want you can stay and make yourself at home, though I'm sure you've got people waiting for you somewhere." "No I don't actually. I freed up this weekend so I could get this straightened out with you." "Well like I said make yourself at home." I took a look back as we entered the house and she closed the door behind her. She looked back at me and we exchanged glances. I don't know what I saw in those eyes of hers, but a feeling that things weren't as shit as I thought fell into me. -- As the water beat down on my face, I ran my hands through my hair rinsing the shampoo out. I was about to turn the shower off when I stopped for a moment leaning against the shower wall beneath the showerhead. With my arm against the wall I put my head on it as I closed my eyes and thought. I don't know, maybe Kirsten was right. Everyone dies at some point, but any rational person would think that my mother didn't want to die the way she did, and I suppose too that back when my father was a good man he would've said he didn't want to die the way he did. But was I really rational? I knew the Kirsten the celebrity for the last couple of years and a year ago I meet Kirsten the person who I only knew for a few hours tops. Yet after what happened that night, I don't know... We seemed to be closer to each other by tragedy. She said that she found me so that everything could get straightened out between us and yet I fear that despite her good intentions and strong will I will probably never come to terms with any of this and lead a normal life. Jesus I still have thoughts of suicide and the friendly reminders that the scars on my wrists are don't help much either. I opened my eyes and looked over to my left at the shower's shelf and saw my razor that sat on it. I stared at it for at least ten to fifteen minutes with thoughts of suicide in my head as I imagined my wrists start to bleed again and the shower fill with my blood. "Don't," I heard Kirsten's voice behind me. "Don't what?" I asked as my head turned back towards the shower wall and hung low facing the shower floor. "You know what? I'll be right back," Kirsten said before leaving the bathroom. Several minutes passed while she was gone, so I turned the shower off and started to dry myself. I only had my briefs on when she returned carrying a two large kitchen knifes. "Here," she said handing a knife to me. "What're you doing?" I asked. "Jesus Michael, I saw you staring at that razor. If you want to go then let's go together. I have just as much reason to die as you," Kirsten replied as she placed the edge of the knife to her neck. "Are you crazy? Put the fucking knife down." "Why? Why should I? I know you had a horrible childhood, I know you got beat to hell a year ago, but Jesus Christ I was the one who got raped! I had the beer bottles shoved in my ass! Rape is a humiliating and disgusting thing, but I'm doing alright..." Kirsten dropped the knife and leaned against the bathroom wall before sliding to the floor. "Look," she began as she brought her knees to her chest and put her arms on top of them. "I came because I saw you try to kill yourself once before. You saved my life, and tried to take yours. How am I supposed to react to that? Michael... I..." For the first time in a long long time I was filled with a sense of quilt and sadness as I saw Kirsten sit there and struggle to keep the tears back "God damn it Michael, I've worried about since that night." I put my jeans on and started to put my shirt on before I threw it to the floor and sat down on the toilet. With my elbows on my knees, and my chin on my clamped hands I went into thought again. Kirsten turned and looked at me wiping the tears from her eyes. "You ok?" I sat there silent for a bit before I got my shirt and stood up. "I'm fine," I said as I finished dressing. I walked over to Kirsten took both of her hands and helped her up. "We're going out to eat." And so we did go out to eat. For some reason, tonight was finally the night I came to grip with certain things you could say and actually I was feeling better about things. Kirsten seemed to pick up on it, because although she did act all crazy and super happy like things were great, she did seem a bit more upbeat and beamed with a little more life as we ate dinner and talked through the night. We mostly just talked for the rest of night when dinner was finished and it was very late when we got back to the lakehouse. I pulled into the driveway and parked next to the rental she had driven. I sat there for a moment and she did the same, before I got out. "When you go back to Chicago?" Kirsten asked. "Tomorrow, when are you supposed to leave?" "Tomorrow as well," she replied. A smile that was both faint and enormous crept to her face and one crept to mine as well -- As we stumbled into the master bedroom we held onto each other until our balance was found. She and I shared several kisses in between eye gazing, before she reached down and pulled my shirt up and over my head. I did the same to Kirsten and unclasped her bra in the back letting it fall the ground. With her bra gone Kirsten's breasts proudly displayed themselves under the light of an overhead fan light and a lamp on nightstand next to the bed. The beauty in front of me simply overwhelmed my senses and I only did what I felt I should do. I ran my hands up and down Kirsten's stomach and side. I brought them up to her chest stopping with one hand touching the bottom of each breast. I leaned forward to kiss her again as my hands started to grope and massage the mounds in them. My hands then began to slide back down her stomach to her pants, when I suddenly stopped. "What's wrong?" Kirsten asked. "Keep going." "Are you sure?" "With you I am," She smiled as I felt her hands caress my abdomen then start to unbutton my pants. My hands quickly worked overtime to catch up as my hands loosened her pants and started to pull them down. We briefly let go of each other so that we could finish removing our bottoms. Both of us standing there only in our underwear, I took her hand in mine and kissed it. "This way," I said as I led her to the bed. I was about to help lay her down when she lightly pushed me towards the bed instead. "You first," She smiled sweetly and I did as I was told. Noticing my current erection, Kirsten teased me first running her hands up and down her own body feeling herself up stopping at one point to smash her breasts together and play with her nipples. When she decided she had teased long enough, she removed her panties and sauntered over to where I sat. Her hands caressed my face and she kissed me on the lips before slipping her panties over my head. I couldn't help but smile as she knelt down in front of me and I started to remove her underwear. "No, leave it there," Kirsten scolded wagging a finger. I did as I was told and soon forgot about them as her fingers gripped my briefs and they came down slowly. Kirsten softly took hold of my fleshly member and circled her tongue around the head as her hand gave a slight squeeze. Soon the memories of the rape and my life were forgotten. Kirsten's tongue traced its path on the bottomside of my shaft as it slid from the top all the way down to the base. She then took turns as she sucke on one side of my scrotum then the other, her tongue leaving a trail of moisture as it did so. Kirsten's lips then wrapped themselves around the top of my cock and it slowly disappeared into her mouth. Good lord I wanted to come so badly, but somehow she wouldn't let me. The best I could do was precum as it dribbled out and down my shaft. It didn't stay out in the open too long, as Kirsten's tongue was soon on the spot cleaning the salty fluid up. As I continued to watch Kirsten's cute face bob up and down on my cock I couldn't help but feel it start to tingle and shake. She must have sensed it too, because as she took it all in her mouth I bottomed out inside of her, her tongue flicked against the right spot, and I gave in. My seed shot in a few large shots splashing down in the back of Kirsten's mouth. She swallowed all of it with ease and even licked up the minor dribble that came out in the end too. My cock was still hard as a rock when I pulled from her mouth and Kirsten saw that. "If you want to relieve the swelling then you'll have to please me first." She said coyly. We exchanged places and I removed her panties. With my hands I spread her legs wide open and moved my face in. Kirsten had a nice full bush trimmed enough to keep it neat. Her pussy lips were of a nice pinkish hue and they spread easily as my fingers pulled them apart and my tongue slithered in. I looked up and could see as Kirsten groped and fondled her breasts her fingers pinching the nipples. Small gasps started to emanate from Kirsten's mouth so I raised my head a bit and worked two fingers into her pussy. With my free hand I began to press and rub my thumb to her clit my tongue taking turns between lathering my fingers and her slit and lathering her clit as my lips sucked on it. When Kirsten's juices started to drip I focused in on her cuntal lips as my fingers started to penetrate her at an eager pace. The moans from Kirsten were louder and more distinct now. She had just slipped a hand between her legs and began massaging her clit when she suddenly tensed up and her body exploded with pleasure causing her juices to squirt out intensely. I pulled my fingers out and licked Kirsten's fluids from them. I could her panting and sat on the bed next to her until she calmed down. She propped herself up on the bed and gazed upon the erection still between my legs. "Well?" I asked rubbing my cock up and down. "Well," Kirsten began with a big smile, "I'm definitely pleased, but I'm ready for more. How wold you like me?" "On your back is just fine with me." As Kirsten scooted back on the bed I looked down on the beauty and for the first time in my life I was honestly happy. I crawled on the bed after her and when I reached her she wrapped her legs around my back as my cock teased her pussy lips before slowly inching it's way inside. With my hands on her hips I pulled myself out once I bottomed out and then began to push my way back in. Slowly but surely I got a rhythmic motion going and my balls began to slap against her ass. Kirsten reached up and grabbed a firm hold of her tits as they bounced in the air with my continual thrusting. Sweat began to drip from my body to hers and I could see it form on her face as we became engorged with each other and we let our moans escape. "Michael... I..." Kirsten was panting hard and heavy as she helped push herself down on my dick. "Oh god..." We were both short on words as our sweaty bodies continued to move back and forth on each other and grunts and groans were all that could be heard. Kirsten started to scream loudly as her vagina clamped itself down on my member and her body started to pulse with orgasm again. With the tight fit my dick was in and her juices starting to lather it up, I soon lost myself as I thrust myself one last time inside her before I opened up and my white cream started to pour out. When our bodies relaxed and calmed themselves the two of us just laid at each other's side quietly. Kirsten and I talked a bit more that night before we fell asleep in bed and in the morning we ate breakfast and went our ways. In the end I suppose Kirsten accomplished what she set out to do. I was never wildly happy with life and every once in a blue moon I would have thoughts of suicide, but over time those would become a distant memory. I kept in touch with Kirsten over the years, and although I regained much of my mental health I could never figure out what she get out of that weekend. That was until one day when I was sitting at the library and a middle school student nearby was working on some kind of project on the Anne Frank diaries. That was when I remembered a line from the book I read myself so many years ago. In part it went "Despite all that has happened, I still believe people are good at heart." She had returned to help in my time of need just like I had been there for hers.