“That’s the pizza” I said, getting off the couch. My 19 year old daughter Katie was home for the weekend, a few days off from college. The house was pretty empty since my wife split and it was great having my daughter home. We threw on some movies, grabbed a blanket and cuddled up like we used to.
Opening the door I was shocked to see a man holding a gun. “Quiet, inside!” He barked. “I’ve got some cash, a few watches upstairs….” he jammed the gun hard into my ribs, forcing my silence. Katie let out a shriek when she saw him. “It’s OK, baby. It’ll be fine…” I tried to reassure her but my mind was racing.
“Sit!” He barked at me, forcing me back onto the couch. “Come ‘ere sweetie” he leered at Katie. She hesitated, which only made him mad. “Don’t. Make. Me. Mad” …
She obeyed, glancing at me as she walked over. I could see the fear in her eyes. “Nice piece of ass, daddy!” He said with a sadistic grin. “Tell me daddy, have you ever stroked your cock to her? Ever pull up those family pictures of her on the beach and give a little tug?” He was laughing. I lowered my head, beet red at the shame. “ANSWER!” he barked. I nodded my head, “y-yes..” I stammered.