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Subject: {ASSM} Olsen Twins Taken Dead and Alive (M-f-teen-rape) Part 7
Date: Thu, 17 May 2001 10:10:04 -0400
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This is a fictional story with adult content.  If you are offended by stories
Involving violent sex-acts with minors read no further please.  And if you
have a bedtime, then you are probably under the legal adult age also, if so you
probably should not read this story either....well enough with the
disclaimer...on with the show.




                                  Olsen Twins Raped Dead
                                             &
                                           Alive
                                                  
                                            By
                                      TJF_27@aol.com




Part 7

Horrible Secret

John had a long week of work, too many hours of overtime for his taste. He
hadn't been able to see his daughter very much at all. When he did see her at
the dinner table, she was very quiet. This was not at all like Jessica, but
John just figured it was some sort of a female thing. Anyway, he figured they'd
have time to catch up now, he was off for a week. As he made his way to his
front door that morning, he was looking for a bit of family tranquility. He
opened the front door of his home, and was angered at what he saw. Jessica was
sitting on the couch watching television. Her hair was in tangles, she was
still wearing her pajamas, slouching down with her feet resting on the table in
front of the sofa. She was a mess, playing hooky from school. But, what shocked
John the most was she was slurping on the nozzle of a liquor bottle. His little
girl was drunk.

"What in the hell are you doing here!" John was infuriated. He slammed his
briefcase on a table and marched into the living-room. Jessica just stared at
the glowing box, trying her best to ignore her father. John looked at the
program airing, it was "Billboard Dad", an Olsen Twin production. He wanted to
ignore it, but the twins were prancing around in swimsuits. His cock twitched
as he remembered the feeling of raping a very cold; but supple Ashley Olsen. He
pulled his attention back to his inebriated kid. "No time for t.v. young lady!"
He yanked the booze from her hand, and muted the television. He gripped her by
the arm, and stood her up. She was so loaded, she could barely keep her legs
under her. "What were you thinking? Drinking while I'm not home." He tried to
shake her sober.

"Would you rather I drink when you're home Dad?" She replied flippantly. 

"Shit you are trashed. I'm so glad your Mom doesn't have to see you like this."
He glared sternly in her eyes, his face red with anger.

"What do I care? She's crazy anyway."

"You say that again and you're in bigger trouble then you already are." He let
go of her arm, and began to walk with her to her room, when she abruptly
stopped and faced her Dad.

"What are you gonna do ground me?" She snickered at him. "Big deal, I've been
through a lot worse daddy." Tears started to roll out of her beautiful eyes.
John's look went from anger to concern.

"What are you talking about Jessica?" She turned back to the couch and wept.
Her head was buried in her hands. "Alright, obviously something is wrong." He
sat next to her, and raised her head to eye level. "I come home; you're drunk;
and now you're crying. I want to know what's going on now." He meant business.

"I can't tell you Daddy," she said innocently.

"Why not? You can tell me anything." His concern was boiling. "I've always told
you I'd give protect you with my life, haven't I?"

"I would, but you'll get in trouble." The alcohol was making her open up.

"What do you mean Jess?"

"That creep Mr. Olsen made me promise not to say." John was confused. "He said
he could make us poor and homeless if I told." She relocated the bottle, trying
to take another drink, before John stopped her.

"Put that shit down!" he pulled the drink back. "You're going to tell me what's
wrong. If you don't, being homeless will be the least of your worries. Do you
understand me?" This was his final ultimatum.

Jessica looked into her father's strong reassuring glare, she couldn't keep it
in. "Oh Daddy I'm so sorry!" She hugged him tightly bawling.

"Shhh honey it's okay. Just tell me what's wrong. I'll make it right for you
always." They stopped the embrace and she prepared to tell it all

"I let Mr. Olsen do things to me last week," she said sniffling.

"What!" He was stunned. "You mean he touched you?" There was no answer, her
silence said it all. "This is very important sweetie. What did Mr. Olsen do to
you? I have to know."

"Oh Daddy he made me do the sickest things!" She hugged him hard once again.
She was shaking like a leaf. "I didn't want to do it."

"He raped you...I'll kill that asshole."

"You can't do anything to him. H-h-he says he knows the cops. And, he said if I
told he'd get you in trouble. I'd be all alone Daddy. Please don't go like
Mommy did." She was really frightened for him.

"It's okay baby --Nothing is going to happen to me." He brushed her hair to the
side. But I'm going to make him pay for hurting you. I have no choice. I might
need you to do something for me." He stood up and began to walk his drunken
daughter to her bedroom. "But, you get some rest for now. I'm going to make
this right.

"How can you do that?" 

"Don't worry about it," he said, nearing her room. "Just trust me. And know
that I love you." She entered her room. "We'll talk later okay pumpkin?"

"Okay Dad. I love you too." She shut her door, and the rage inside John was
exploding.

"Eye for an Eye you bastard!" He shouted out loud. Then, sprinted away in a
huff.

End of part 7
(part 8 coming)
Comments welcome

TJF 27@aol.com

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