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Girls and Animals

Copyright© 2025 by Daydreamz

Chapter 1: Escape

Action/Adventure Sex Story: Chapter 1: Escape - Freshly developed 15-year-old besties are under pressure from their dipshit dads and their dipshit pals. Serious, worst-case pressure. They have to get away, unprepared, into the big bad world, right the hell now. (This is quite a long story, that I wrote in 2014 then, with a stroke, clean forgot about. I plan to post it in 5 stages. It's set mainly in Virginia forest, and as ever it's a girl power story.)

Caution: This Action/Adventure Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including mt/ft   Ma/ft   ft/ft   Mult   Consensual   Lesbian   BiSexual   Heterosexual   Fiction   Incest   Group Sex   Exhibitionism   Size   Nudism   Violence  

“C’mon have some, it won’t kill ya,” he was pushing the glass of fruit punch at her, leering at her, as usual, with his manner that was such a fail: trying to make her like him but being disrespectful, all at once.

“No thanks,” Ellie forced a smile at him, “we are six years under age you know.” She looked away, feeling her heartbeat rise as the other guys started to come over; her dad’s friends all here in the family room.

“It’s a party,” Allie’s dad, all short and aggressive, joined in, “your dad’s forty-third birthday. Go on, have a drink with us.”

“Go on Ellie,” her own dad came up, looming over everyone but Harry, “we’re giving you permission, don’t be a pooper.”

He took the glass and pushed it right into her tummy so she had to take it, the glint in his eye saying he’d be on her case if she didn’t. All his creepy friends round them now.

Allie was taking a glass from her own dad, feeling the pressure; Allie her best friend since forever, trying to stay out of trouble.

The problem was the two of them had bodies now, at fifteen, even if Allie hardly had any tits. Somehow that didn’t seem to matter on Allie’s slender five-foot-eight body, while Ellie’s sticky-out C’s were the first thing guys noticed.

Ellie took a sip, under the stares of the half-dozen men who made up their dads’ gang of dipshit buddies. Dipshit guys who hung together being dipshits, just like decent people hang together with other decent people. Ellie knew what her friends at school thought of her dad, and Allie’s dad, and how their folks told them not to come round.

The punch just tasted fruity anyway. Hoping to avoid causing any bad feeling she had a proper drink of it, then another. Allie gulped the whole of hers, as though to get it over with. It was tense.

“And why’re you standing there in jeans?” Allie’s dad challenged them both, “you don’t wear jeans to your friends’ parties do you?”

“You’re wearing jeans,” Ellie looked round at the men, feeling the injustice but powerless to do anything about it. She knew why they wanted her and Allie to change.

“Guys wear jeans to parties, girls wear skirts or dresses,” Allie’s dad pressed the point.

“Yeah go and change,” Ellie’s dad told her, “and lend Allie something too. Something suitable for a party instead of disrespecting me on my birthday.” He was a bit drunk already, like the rest of them.

“Yeah go on,” the others all joined in, nodding and murmuring.

Ellie sighed. Her mom was staying out of the way in the kitchen, in a long dress, and as usual none of their dads’ loser buddies had brought a woman with them; so she and Allie were the female interest at her dad’s birthday party. That’s how it was these days.

The girls trailed down the corridor to Ellie’s room and looked through her wardrobe. “It’s no good choosing anything long,” muttered Ellie, “we’ll just be sent back again.”

“I know,” Allie was rolling her eyes, trying to mask her anxiety.

Ellie took her jeans off and offered up a brown pleated mid-thigh skirt, seeing her legs looking way too interesting but knowing there was nothing to be done about it: five foot seven and with her waist and hips - not to mention her freaking tits - her body was hot now. She put the skirt on and looked in the back of the wardrobe ... there was an old dress she’d never wanted to throw out; a floaty red one she’d loved when she’d been thirteen and two inches smaller round the hips.

Allie tried in on and it fitted, since it didn’t really have a waist. It would’ve been too short normally, but tonight it would have to do: it’d just be trouble if they didn’t follow what their dads said, especially with them all being drunk and not in a mood to listen.

The girls went back and were cheered and whistled stupidly. God it was embarrassing. Ellie tried to smile at the so-called compliments about her blue eyes, her long wavy blonde hair and her cheekbones and her freaking, freaking tits. Yes her legs too. About Allie’s legs and slanted gray eyes and the freckles on her fine pale-coffee skin.

The girls had to have some more punch and dance with each other to the old music the guys liked, then dance with their dads and then, Christ, with each of the other guys. It was shitty, these men trying to make like sexy when if they had any choice Ellie and Allie obviously wouldn’t touch any of them with a stick.

All singing along to “Let’s Get Physical” from nineteen-eighty-whatever and one that must be called “Centerfold”, that was about girls obviously. Anyway the drink did help, at least, making Ellie feel lightheaded after her third glass, and bold enough to slap Ray’s skinny hands away when her dad put on a slow number.

By the time she was half-way through her fourth drink Ellie was starting to feel a bit weird though. Everything was a bit fuzzy. She saw Allie stumble so Harry had to grab her to hold her up. But he didn’t have to keep hold of her that way, did he, clutching her to him?

Ellie went and pulled Allie out of Harry’s pervy grip. Luckily Ellie was quite strong for a girl so even Huge Harry would’ve had to make it obvious if he wanted to fight her. Allie was really wobbly. Ellie pulled her into the kitchen and as her dad tried to follow she closed the door in his face.

Her dad opened it again, looking pissed. Grabbed her shirt, pulled her to him and groped her tits, Jesus freaking Christ, squeezing them with his big, fat fingers! It was disgusting and it hurt. Ellie struggled but her dad was so big she couldn’t get away. Shit. Fuck! Being held and molested, by her own father!

It went on for half a minute before her mom finally came over and said “Andrew, Andrew,” pleading, and he stopped.

“We can wait,” he said ominously; went out and closed the door again.

Ellie’s mom was in a state: “Ellie ... I didn’t know hon ... well I heard them talking, over the punch...” She was looking guilty and frightened.

“Mom, what did they do?” Ellie was finding it hard to speak, hard to concentrate even though some instinct was telling her it was an emergency. They can wait? For what?...

... Shit. It had to be what every girl was afraid of: something in their drink.

Her mom had gone. Ellie sat Allie down so she could try to think, keeping Allie sitting up by holding on to her shoulders. This was bad. The worst. Ellie was going to fall asleep, but she must NOT fall asleep. She had to get away, with Allie, otherwise that unimaginable thing, the one that had been building inch by inch for a couple of years now, would actually happen.

Her mom came back in, with a backpack and a bag. Full. Jackets.

“Honey can you walk? Take these, now honey.” Her mom was sounding urgent, desperate, but distant in Ellie’s fuzzy head ... helping her into her backpack, helping get Allie up, walking them to the back door...

“Police,” Ellie managed to mumble.

“I should honey but I can’t,” her mom whined, “I don’t know, I can’t ... I’d be on my own, on welfare, and if they bailed him ... if he said it was one of the others ... they’ll all say it was one of the others.” Ellie groaned, her hearing working although she was beyond speaking now. Her mom was so weak; that was why the assholes dared...

“The shed,” her mom was saying to her now, “the shed next door Ellie. Next door. The Thompsons’ shed. Go. Go honey. The shed. Next door. Go on. I’ll tell them something...”

Her mom pushed them out into the frigid November night and closed the door, and Ellie staggered into the dark yard with Allie, the cold reviving her for a moment. The shed, next door.

Allie fell down on the grass, pulling Ellie with her. With the last of her strength Ellie managed to lie down, haul Allie on top of her, force herself up on her hands and knees and start crawling, holding Allie with one hand, and the bag in the other somehow. The shed. Lucky there was no fence. Lucky Allie was so light; Ellie’s bestie completely floppy now, helpless just like the assholes wanted...

Ellie drilled her mind with what she HAD to do. She must NOT pass out. Christ, if she did ... right hand, left knee, right knee, right hand again ... repeat, repeat, repeat ... focus...

She got there at last, reached up to open the latch ... the door opened and she dragged herself in and Allie too; managed to push the door shut.

She just had time to hope her dad wouldn’t check the shed before everything faded and she was gone.

Next thing she was waking up shivering, confused, freezing cold, holding Allie to her. Allie was shivering too, cold as ice. Where were they? What was that? Her pack. A bag. Clothes in them. Oh yes. Shit. The shed.

Like moving in freezing treacle Ellie got to her pack, just able to see with a faint light through the window. Her frozen fingers hurt but she got the clips squeezed enough to open them, finding her jeans, a thick pullover, running shoes. Opened the bag - Allie’s clothes.

The drug was wearing off, whatever it’d been. It hadn’t stopped her remembering, anyway. The assholes. Bastards. Ellie shut out what it meant for now and struggled into her proper clothes, then pulled Allie out of the silly little red dress and got her tee and pullover on and her jeans and socks and running shoes. Ellie lay down behind her on the cold wooden floor and pulled the dresses over them and the jackets, then spooned into Allie, with her arm over. They were still cold, but now they’d last until morning.

She woke again while it was still dark; shivering cold, scared and angry. Her mind was clear again.

Should she call the police? She remembered what her mom had said: the dipshits would all say it must’ve been one of the others who spiked the drink; her dad’s words didn’t mean anything enough to lock him up, so it’d just be worse than ever. Not that you’d say he was an aggressive person, normally, but he was big, and creepy, and now it was kinda in the open between them about what he wanted from her, so if she went back what would he think? Or if she gave him a reason to punish her...

She shook Allie hard to wake her. “We have to go. Wake up, we have to get out of here. We can warm up by walking. We have to leave here and never come back.” She choked back a sob as the words hit her.

Their homes were gone. They weren’t ready to leave home - they were too young, they weren’t prepared and it was cold - but they had to.

So they opened the shed door as quietly as they could and crept down the side of the Thompsons’ house and down the street.

“How much money have you got?” Allie asked groggily, “I’ve got about thirty dollars I think.”

“Seventeen dollars,” Ellie replied after checking. God that wasn’t much to be running away on!

“How much is a bus do you reckon? Where shall we go anyway?”

“How about Charleston, West Virginia?” Ellie suggested, “I went there once it’s okay, and it’s out of state so they won’t get us back so easily. A bus’ll be more than forty-seven dollars though, but it’s no good going somewhere near, they’ll post pictures and we’ll be found.”

Allie nodded. So they walked across town and the early hours of next morning found them in a gas station on the I64, looking for a ride out of Charlottesville to Charleston, West Virginia - not with any idea what to do when they got there, it was just a town away from what was surely going to happen if they stayed.

In Charleston there’d be some kind of civic building where they could ask, right? Someone would help them. Or something would turn up. They just had not to get involved with cops or some agency who’d take them back home and leave them there with supervision or counselling or something until there was a solid bit of evidence to go on - like they had actually been violated.

 
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