“Dad don’t worry, I can just quickly drive up there.”
“Nonsense Sabrina, you are my guest, and I need the exercise. I’ll be back in 30 minutes.”
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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. It depicts nonconsensual sexual acts between adults. It is in no way meant to be understood as an endorsement of nonconsensual sex in real life. Any similarities of the characters in the story to real people are purely coincidental.
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- This story ist part of the Ravished in a Flash Tournament
- It competes against Kyle's Milk Run in the SF-1 match
- Theme: That day dad went to get milk
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Milk run
She heard her father call from downstairs “Sorry sweetie we are out of milk, I’ll just quickly walk up to the store and get some. Can’t have my big girl missing her favorite hot chocolate.”
“Dad don’t worry, I can just quickly drive up there.”
“Nonsense Sabrina, you are my guest, and I need the exercise. I’ll be back in 30 minutes.”
It felt odd to Sabrina to be back in her childhood home, so much had changed since her mother had passed away in spring, and she had decided to spend the summer with her dad. It didn’t much matter if she studied for her college finals here or in her dorm room, and here she could give her father some comfort as well. But this was just so him, he had discovered there was no milk, and the problem had to be fixed, right now. And the only correct way to fix things, was his way. She concentrated back on her textbook.
Sabrina heard the front door opening perhaps 5 minutes later. She got up and walked down the stair, making the turn towards the door while talking.
“Did you forget something?”
But the man standing in the doorway was not her father. In fact, she had never seen him before in her life. He appeared to be in his thirties, tall and sinewy. His hair was dark and so was the stubbly growth on his chin. He wore a denim overall, and didn’t seem the slightest bit surprised to see her.
“So the story is true, old man Johnson has a really hot piece of ass for a daughter. I heard of you, but decided to sample the goods myself.”
With those words he simply propelled himself on the stunned Sabrina, trying to grab her by the shoulder. The sudden movement caused her instinctively to turn aside, so instead of the flesh of her shoulder his fingers found the back of her sundress.
The sound of ripping cloth was almost earsplitting loud, or at least appeared to be to Sabrina. All she knew was that part of her dress hung open, and a stranger was attacking her. The course in self-defense had instilled in her, that running was the first line of defense, and if that failed to attack. Eyes, throat and groin were prime targets, and she tried to kick her assailant.
He effortlessly caught her leg and held it in his hands, pushing forward. She had just given him the lever to throw her on her back. Then he was on her, his weight pressing down on her, keeping his body between her legs. Sabrina started to beat him with her fists, an effort he completely ignored. He instead widened the rip in her dress exposing her bra. Which he mercilessly ripped downwards, as the cold air hit her breasts she turned her finger into claws and went for his eyes. This time he reacted. With his left he caught her wrist and with his right he slapped her across the face, hard. Sabrina was stunned, this was the first time in her life she experienced this kind of violence. The psychological impact was as severe as the physical blow.
