Madison sighed as she stared out the window from the couch. The rain was absolutely coming down in buckets and there was no way the school was going to be holding the football game anymore. She had gotten dressed up in her smallest black skirt and crop top for nothing with just a bit of makeup. Her intent was to get done up and try to get Ryan's attention after they were done playing. She'd had a crush on him since the first day of freshman year. Madison was too shy and timid to make an approach that year, but she'd really come to find herself since turning 18 two months ago. She had really grown into quite the little bombshell with crystal blue eyes, long, blonde hair that fell to her small but tight, round ass, an adorable face, and absolutely flawless 38C cup tits that held up beautifully even when she was standing. She'd never slept with anyone, but she would've let Ryan do pretty much anything to her. Her pussy started getting moist just by being in his immediate vicinity.
"Madison," Jake, Madison's dad called from the kitchen, "I take it you're not going out tonight?"
"No, daddy. I think it's a washout for sure."
"That's a shame. But maybe it's for the best. I know I've talked to you before about how you dress when you go out."
"Daddy," Madison said with an air of exhaustion, "it is 2023. Girls should be able to dress how they like without being ogled by men."
"Are you dressed up like that for someone in particular to ogle you?"
Madison opened her mouth to speak, but any of the several responses she'd formulated had been ripped away from her. Damn, she thought to herself. "That's not relevant."
"Sure it is," Jake said, sitting down on the couch with his daughter. He was a good, loving and protective father, but he was maybe a bit too protective at times. Madison was a blossoming young lady and he knew that she turned heads wherever she went. He'd even caught his fishing buddies stealing glances at her walking away from bringing them beers out on the pier. He'd clear his throat and his friends would always act as if they'd been shaken awake from sort of deep trance. "It's not your fault that men don't act appropriately, and you should have certain liberties, but unfortunately we don't live in carefree times. You could draw a lot of unwanted attention from the wrong people dressing like that. They say a girl down the street was just brought home after being trafficked for two months. I'm just watching out for you, baby."
Madison rolled her eyes. It was hard to be annoyed when her father was so genuinely caring, but also right. He had a very logical and deductive way of approaching everything in life. He was very smart and excelled as the director of hospice for the hospital he worked at. "Well, if I'm gonna be home, can you order pizza?"
"Sure, we can do pizza. Let me go find my phone and I'll place the order. I must've put it down somewhere when I got off from work and can't find it," her father said, shrugging. He turned and walked up the stairs, leaving Madison to herself. A few moments passed before she got restless and turned Hulu on. She scrolled down the long list of shows but couldn't find anything interesting enough to take her mind away from Ryan. She began to daydream about him taking her to his car in a dark parking lot somewhere and sliding her panties to the side and letting her virgin cunt slowly and gradually take his enormous shaft. She was sure it was huge--about 9 inches--that was half the gossip amongst the girls at their small school. She thought about taking it in her mouth and trying to fit as much of it between her full, plump lips and work it down her throat. The mucus from her throat would be a great lube for him to use as her tight slit was made to take his giant cock. She started getting wet at the thought of him working up his thrusts until he was about to cum, then slowing them down to work up his orgasm until he finally blew a huge load inside of her. It turned her on knowing that he could knock her up. Her father insisted she not use it as there was so much more information coming out about how detrimental it was to a woman's overall health. She'd thought about messaging her mom and trying to get her to help convince her dad to see a doctor, but she was always busy traveling for business. Madison couldn't even be sure of what time zone her mother was currently in.
Her daydreaming had taken over, but she was snapped out of it by a knock at the door. Had she really been that deep in her lustful thoughts? It hadn't seemed like more than ten minutes. "Daddy," Madison called, "the pizza guy is here." A few moments passed without a reply. She reluctantly came to her feet and walked to the door. She could still hear the rain coming down like cats and dogs from inside her living room. She approached the door, not thinking to look through the peephole as she unlocked it. "Hey--"
"Don't fucking make a sound," a masked man shouted as the door flew upon, almost smashing her in the face. Her heart skipped at least three beats as she froze, not able to process the quick and violent intrusion as another man followed behind the first. The first man slipped through the door and put a large hand over her mouth, not that she was even functional enough to speak at this time. He forcefully but carefully pinned her to the wall as the second man closed the door behind them and locked it. He produced a gun from inside his waistband and pointed the muzzle directly at her head.
"Shut the fuck up and do what we say or I'll blow your pretty fucking brains out, bitch," he snarled.
"Is there anyone else home," the first man said, lowering his hand just enough for her to sputter out a response.
"Y-yes, my dad."
"Where the fuck is he?"
"He's upstairs I-I think. Please don't hurt us," Madison begged, tears beginning to stream down her face.
The first man put his hand back over her mouth and spun her around, using his free hand to grab her by the arm, making her take point as he led her up the stairs. "Where," he growled in her ear. His deep, gruff voice sent a shiver down her spine. Madison could only nod in the direction of her parent's room as they neared the top. The door was slightly ajar and they could hear what sounded like rummaging coming from inside. She approached the door, peering through the crack enough to see her father tossing pillows on the ground with his back turned to them.
"Oh, darn. Here's the damned thing," Jake said, lifting his phone up which had apparently been under a pillow. He turned just in time to see his daughter being forced into the room with two men in tow. "What in the--"
"Don't fucking move or say a word unless we speak to you or we'll blow your little princesses' brains across the wall. Do you understand?"
"Hey, listen, let's just talk about this and--" the second man approached her father with authority and pistol whipped him, knocking him into the nightstand behind him.
"Do you understand me," the man repeated.
"Okay, okay. Yes, just please don't hurt my daughter."
"That depends on you," the man holding Madison said.
