Simpsons Porn Story: Dont Let Him Hurt Me Again Chapter 2

Simpsons Porn Story: Dont Let Him Hurt Me Again Chapter 2

A/N: There is mild graphic
sexual abuse in this chapter, not for youngsters to read thxx u have
been warned

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“Bart, you have to
tell someone!!” Lisa was furious by now, furious at her uncle,
her parents for letting him back in their home after what he did.

“I can’t!! I can’t
tell anyone or he’ll…he’ll do so much worse, Lise! You-you don’t
undertand, I-I’m sc-scared.” This was the first time shes ever
seen her brother cry about anything before. She didn’t know what to
do, she had to tell someone, but who?

“You…you have to
tell. Tell mom, or dad, or even Ned Flanders!! You know he’ll do
anything for us, especially you!” She tried to lower her voice,
so her parents did hear, at least not yet. “Look, remember what
mom said? If anyone ever lays a hand on us, even if it’s dad, to tell
her. And if it’s someone she doesn’t belive would ever do it to us,
then we have to fight her to belive us. Remember?” He nodded.
“Well, you have to fight her untill she belives you!”

“I can’t, she’ll go
and ask him if he ever did and he’ll do it again, but worse!! You
know her, you know she’ll ask!” He started sobbing again, this
time louder.

“Bart, Bart shhh!
You’ll wake up mom and dad!” Lisa ran over and hugged her
brother. “Ok, ok then don’t tell mom, tell dad. Dad’ll do some-“

“No, no he won’t,
he’ll do the same thing.”

“Ned Flanders? He’s a
trustworhty man and he’ll belive you. C’mon Bart, we gotta tell
somebody.” Lisa was holding back her own tears now, not wanting
him to know how upset she was by all this. She needed to be strong
enough for the both of them.

“W-w-w-wh-wh-what am
I s-s-s-su-su-supposed to do? T-t-t-t-theres nothing else I can do!
I’m o-out of h-h-h-h-ho-hope!!!” That made her lose it. She
couldn’t fight it anymore. She’s been doing it all night.

“It’s ok, Bart. It’ll
be ok. I promise, I’ll never let him hurt you again. Never again. I
swear.”

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Bart closed his eyes as
someone oened his bedroom door. He knew he wasn’t supposed to be up
this late, but he was up anyway reading his favorite book,
Dr.
Suess’ Horton Hears a Who. He opened one eye
and saw it was his Uncle Martin. He figured he wouldn’t mind if he
was still u, he seemed really cool like that, and he loved Bart. He
sat up.

“Hi, Uncle
Martin!” He semi-yelled and semi-whipered. Martin didn’t say a
word. He just kept on walking over to his bed. “U-uncle Martin?”
Bart was really scared by now. He sat up. Martin reached his bed and
sat down. “Moom? Mo-“

“Shhhh. Your mama
can’t know what I’m doing. Just shhhh. Just relax.” Martin layed
down next to Bart, and started caressing his four year old nephews
cheek. Bart whimpered and back away as far as he could until he hit
his back on the wall. “Bart, stop. You’re ok.” Bart was
really scared now, and he wnated Martin to stop touching him.

“N-no, you
s-s-st-stop, Uncle M-M-Martin. S-s-st-st-stop t-t-t-to-to-touching
me.” Bart pleaded and pleaded but Martin kept doing what he was
doing. “U-u-u-uncle M-M-M-Martin p-p-p-ple-please st-s-st-stop.
U-u-uncle M-M-Ma-Mart-” Martin covered his mouth.

“”Look, if
you’re not quiet I’ll have to do so much worse then I have in mind.
Now, just shush and be quiet.” Martin got up, and pulled his
pants down. Bart quivered in fear. “Now, get up.” Bart got
up. “Good, now do as I did and lose ’em.” He pointed to his
pajama pants, then to the ground. Four year old Bart pulled them
down, exposing himself to his 35 year old uncle. Bart started crying
and Martin walked over to him, picked him up, and put him on the bed.
“Ok, now, listen to me closely. What I do next, if it ever
leaves this room, so help me God if it leaves this room. And if you
make one sound, I’ll do so much worse. Got it?” Bart nodded,
scared to even say yes. Martin layed down next to him. He looked down
into the four year olds scared eyes. He slowly moved his hand lower
and lower untill he finally was where he wanted to be. “Ahhh,
there we go. Just perfect.”

“N-n-n-n-no
U-u-u-u-u-un-un-uncle s-s-s-s-stop!! S-s-s-s-st-st-s-s-sto-stop!!”
Bart’s crying just turned Martin on more untill he finally reached
his point he couldn’t take it anymore.

“Ahhhhh!” He
silently moaned as he jacked himself off while still feeling up his
nephew.

“S-s-s-s-s-s-s-s-st-st-st-stop
pleeeeease!!!” Martin ignored his cries and kept jacking off to
the pleads of the four year ild he was touching laying next to him.
“M-M-M-M-M-M-Mart-aaaahhhhh!!!! Ooooowwww!! Owie! Owie!”
Bart screamed as Martin climaxed all over himself, Bart’s bed, and
Bart himself. With out realizing he scratched Bart’s “private”
in all his excitment. Bart jumped up and ran out of the room.

“Mooommy!!!
Mommy!! Daddy!! Daaaddy! Mooommy!!!” He ran right down stairs,
where Marge, Homer, and Marge’s sisters, Patty and Selma, were in the
living room.

“Bart? Bart,
honey? Bart what’s wrong? Bart wh-oh my God! Homer, Homer what on
earth does he have on him?! Is that….oh my little guy!! What did he
do?!” Marge freaked out at the sight of her poor little child.

“Mooooommy!!!!
Uncle Martin h-h-h-he t-t-t-t-touched meeee!!!! Mooommy!” Bart
was crying so much she could barely understand him, but she made out
what he said.

“HOMER!!!!! HOMER
GET YOUR BROTHER OUT OF MY HOUSE!!”

“Why? Marge,
what’s going on?” Homer didn’t understand what the problem was,
he didn’t understand.

“Homer, do you
have any idea of what our son just said?! You so called brother
touched Bart! And look at him! There’s no way he did any of this to
himself! It’s impossible!!” Marge was fighting back her tears.
It killed her to see him like this. Not her speacial little guy.

“Oh my God, son!!
Don’t worry, he’ll be out in a matter of seconds!!” Homer rushed
up the stairs and into his son’s room, where of course he found a
bottomless Martin jacking off to the thought of Bart crying and
begging him to stop touching him. “YOU!! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE
RIGHT NOW!” Homer chased Martin out of the house and into his
car. He ran after him for a little untill he was somewhere in
Shelbyville. Marge called the cops and they fund Martin, he didn’t
get sentenced but he is now registered as a sex offender.

“Bart, everything
is ok now, honey. He’s gone, and he won’t ever touch you again, ok?
Now, come on, we gotta clean you off.” Marge brought him up to
the tub to clean him off. As soon as he got in he started kicking and
screaming that the water burned where he had scratches. “Aww,
aww honey, it’s ok. Your ok, sweety.”

“Mooom it hurts!!
It hurts! Mooommy it hurts…….”

“Bart! Bart wake up!!
You’re having a nightmare!” Lisa shook him awake. “Bart,
you’re ok! You’re ok.”

“Lisa!! Oooh Lisa it
was horrible!!! It came back! The memory came back….” Bart
started sobbing.

“It’s alright, it was
just a dream! It was all just a dream….” She got up and left
the room, with him running after her.

“No! Don’t leave me
alone!!”

“Ok,ok. Come on.”
They went downstairs, careful not to wake anybody, and into the
kitchen where Lisa made some warm milk for him to drink so he’d go
back to sleep. “C’mon. We’re going back to bed. Let’s go.”
She grabbed his hand and pulled him back upstairs.

“Lise I…I don’t
think I can sleep anymore. I’m too scared….why would it come back
after all these years?” He sat down next to her. “Why would
I dream about it again?”

“I dunno, Bart. I
really don’t know. Maybe you scared yourself so much you thought
about it and your mind made it happen.”

“B-but he’s really
here. W-w-wh-what if he wants to do it to me, again!!” Lisa
grabbed Bart and pulled him into a hug. She tried shushing him but
nothing worked. Finally, around 3 a.m. he fell back asleep. Lisa
sighed and silently cried.

“What am I gonna do?
I have to do something. But…what? I gotta tell someone. But…who?”

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One Response to Simpsons Porn Story: Dont Let Him Hurt Me Again Chapter 2

  1. Anonymous says:

    Where did you get that?

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