The room was jet black, with only one ray of light streaming through the window. Sally forced her eyes to open As she slowly awakened, she heard the voice of her dad down the stairs. He sounded....different. He sounded like he did the times he would get drunk and wanted her mother to pleasure him. As sally opened her door, she heard another woman. But it wasn't her mother, she sounded scared, her voice was shaking as she begged him to stop. Sally furrowed her eyebrows. What in God's name could he be doing to this woman? And why was she in their house?
Sally leant over the guard rail and saw a young, blonde haired woman who looked to be in her early twenties. The girl was naked from the waist down and crying as she attempted to run out of the back door. However, she soon found that it was barricaded closed. She was trapped.
Sally's father simply laughed psychotically as he began to make his way over to the girl, ripping her remaining clothing off and exposing her bosom. Her breasts were medium in size, and her nipples were pebbled from the adrenaline and cold that the house brought to her. The woman shuddered as Sally's father began to tenderly yet firmly caress her breasts."That's more like it." He grumbled, bringing Sally's attention to him as she realised for the first time that he was also naked, his hard member exposed to the woman and now, sally.
The girl whimpered in fear and tried to push the man away, crying out for help. After all, she was just a woman, She couldn't do anything against a man without being hung or stoned to death.
She tried to push the man away, but he just turned her towards the table and gripped her hips tightly, taking a deep breath before thrusting his member inside of her.Sally was shocked, horrified even. How could her father do this to someone? This wasn't the father she knew. This was a...a monster. She had to leave, she had to escape.
Sally shuffled around her room in a blind state of panic, she grabbed her brown leather bag and began to pack things that she knew she would need to survive on her own. She heard the woman scream louder this time, although it was quickly followed by her fathers moans and yells of pleasure. Her panic began to grow more as the screams went on, getting louder and louder. This made her rush even more, her father could want her next. She wasn't ready for sex, she was only fourteen. Not to mention that this was her father!
Sally went to open her window, hoping she would be able to climb out of it; but it was locked and the only other escape was downstairs. She looked around her room, trying to find the key but she couldn't see it. Sally slowly opened her door and peeked out but she couldn't see anyone, so she ran to her parents room and went to the window. It was also locked. Five minutes had passed and she still couldn't find a key or another exit and the noises were getting louder as both man and woman were reaching their climax.
The ginger made to go into the bathroom, hoping to barricade herself in there but soon found another woman inside. This one was around her age, she had the Same colour hair as Sally and looked remarkably alike to her. This scared her immensely as she was practically looking into a mirror. The unknown girl was wearing black leather straps that held her breasts upwards, making them look unnaturally big. This was paired with black crotchless panties that also accentuated her vagina. Looking at this girl both frightened and intrigued Sally. She had read about sex slaves in the newspaper once, and it seemed her father had bought one that almost exactly like herself.
Sally didn't know what to think. Why was her father doing this? He had never seemed the type to do this before. She was scared and shocked. Why? Why would her father do such a terrible thing? She wondered if he ever did this to her mother. Or maybe she knew and joined in. The fear quickly turned into anger, a boiling rage inside of her that was growing bigger and bigger by the second until she was ready to storm downstairs and confront her father. But her rational side told her not to do that, it would only endanger her even further.
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Trapped
TerrorIn which a girl finds herself barricaded in her own house with someone who should be seen as a caring parental figure but is, in fact, a notorious rapist. The year is 1912, if she makes it out alive, what price will she have to pay?