Daughter Surprise

I’m a single father of a teenage daughter, Gabrielle, whom I’ve been the sole caretaker for since her mother died far too young. I’ll admit I work very odd hours and haven’t been there as much as I’d like for Gabby as she entered adolescence.

A bit about us: I’m 38, 6-foot-5, 230 pounds. Solid, but not overly muscled, from swimming and biking. I’m a professional man (I won’t tell what profession) who’s worked very hard to provide for my only daughter, which includes a very long spate of forced abstinence, which has allowed me to devote as much time as possible to my baby girl.

Gabby is a quite striking girl, about 5-foot-5, perhaps 100 pounds soaking wet, with small, A-Cup breasts (I do the laundry and I buy her clothes), slim hips and a delicious round teenage ass. She has reddish-brown hair she wears straight, cut just below her shoulders, usually in a single pony tail coming off the middle of her head.

Gabby has a best friend from school, Ashley, who’s almost her exact opposite in every way. Where Gabby is outgoing almost to the point of being boisterous, Ashley is very blond and very quiet, almost shy and unassuming. She defers to Gabby in almost everything.

Ashley is cute, shorter than Gabby at about 5-foot-3, but weighing about the same as my baby. She is by no stretch of the imagination over weight, though, with larger breasts and a slightly wider hips and ass which look amazing on her.

Gabby and Ashley spend every day together after school at our house, doing their homework, watching television and doing everything they can to support the local grocer by emptying the fridge and pantry of all the junk food I can stock them with. At least, until the other day, that’s what I thought they were doing.

An early day at work showed me they were doing much more.

We closed up shop in my department early on a recent Friday, having successfully completed a project we’d been working on for weeks. I stopped off, grabbed a couple of pizzas and movies I knew the girls would enjoy, and arrived home shortly after the time they were due home from school to surprise them.

I entered the house and all was quiet. I figured the girls had stopped somewhere on the way with their friends, a common occurrence. I dropped the pizzas off in the kitchen and headed to my bedroom to change our of my work attire.

I was down to t-shirt and boxers when I heard a feminine groan coming down the hall from the direction of Gabby’s bedroom. My ears perked up and I paused to listen. To my shock and surprise, the groan was replaced by Ashley’s voice, moaning.

“Oh, God, no!” Ashley cried. “What are you doing? Stop! I can’t take it any more! Please, untie me!”

Crap! I thought, a red haze of anger crossing my vision. Someone is assaulting the girls in my home!

All other thoughts forgotten, I grabbed the hard-wood baseball bat I kept beside my bed, for home protection. Keeping as quiet as possible, but moving as quickly as I could, I made my way out of the bedroom and down the hall. I was fully ready to beat the living crap out of whom ever was violating my home – and my daughter and her friend.

I paused outside the open door and peeked around the casing, hoping to get a lay of the land and learn how many people were inside and where they were. The sight that greeted my now-confused eyes was definitely not what I expected.

There were only two people in the room – my baby girl and her best friend. Ashley, as I’d already gathered, was tied naked to the bed, her arms stretched over her head with her hands through the slats of the headboard and held in place by a pair of handcuffs.