Chapter 1

Day 1

Taylor’s eyes slowly opened. As she began to regain consciousness, her first reaction was to shiver a little.

The air was cold.

Not enough to make her teeth chatter, but enough that her skin tightened and the feeling of tiny pin pricks danced over her flesh. She slowly sat up and brushed her long blond hair back, then realized that a tiny, thin blanket was covering her slender frame. It barely reached her knees, but considering that she was wearing shorts and a t shirt, it was a blessing.

Her eyes began to focus and then shot open wide.

Her mouth fell open in horror as she jumped up and then looked down.

A scream began to form, but nothing came out. “No ... no ... no ... no ... no ... no ... Where am I? Where am I? Where am I?” Taylor chanted, panic beginning to set in. She backed herself into the corner of the small room and then jumped forward as her flesh hit the cold stone walls.

“What’s going on? What’s going on?” She cried as the tears began to flow down her cheeks. Taylor made a quick circle, touching three of the four stone walls, if only to assure herself that she wasn’t dreaming. In one corner there was a small drain set into the floor.

Her eyes beginning to swell, she slowly made her way to the fourth wall. There, like a gate to Hell itself, was a metal door. Taylor reached out and touched it, then immediately yanked her hand back from the cold steel.

“No ... No ... What’s going on? What’s going on?” Taylor sobbed as she slowly walked backwards. Unaware of where she was going, her foot hit something and she fell back. Her fall was broken by something slightly soft and Taylor rolled over to see that she had landed on a small, thin mattress.

“What’s going on? What’s going on?” She cried, grabbing the thin blanket and curling up in it.

After what seemed like a year later, there was a sound on the other side of the Door. Taylor jumped up in fright as the Door began to open.

A large man, wearing a black shirt and jeans walked inside, carrying a chair. His face was covered with a ski mask. His body almost filled the doorway. He approached the bed and Taylor backed away as if to hide from the man. He placed the chair in front of the mattress and sat on it, staring at her.

“What do you want? Where am I? What’s going on? What are you doing?” What’s happening?” Taylor finally screamed.

The man just stared at her silently as she sobbed and ranted.

“What do you want? I’ll give you money. I’ll give you anything. Just let me go! I want to go home! Do you know who I am?” She cried.

The man snickered a little. The noise snapped Taylor out of her rant.

“I know exactly who you are. I don’t want your money. Though, your other offer is interesting.” He said in a calm, low voice. “Huh? What?” Taylor asked.

“Anything. That’s my favorite word.” The man replied, a grin spreading across his face.

“I ... I don’t understand...” Taylor stammered.

“Doesn’t surprise me.” The man replied in a condescending tone.

“What am I doing here? What do you want?” Taylor asked.

“That’s easy. I want you.” The man replied with a grin.

Taylor’s blood ran cold.

“Are ... are you going ... to rape me?” Taylor asked, her chin quivering.

“Oh no, that’s not my style.” The man replied.

Taylor blew out a sigh of relief.

“You’re going to ask me to fuck you. Beg me, in fact.” The man’s grin got bigger.

“What? No! No! I’m not like that!” Taylor stammered.

“Oh I know. I know what a goodie two shoes you are. The whole world knows it. Doesn’t change the fact that that’s what you’re going to do.” He replied.

“No! No I won’t! I won’t!” Taylor replied.

“We’ll see.” The man replied.

With that, he stood up, picked up the chair, and left the room. Taylor watched in horror as the Door shut and latched behind him.

She spent hours yelling, screaming and pounding on that Door before finally falling asleep on the thin mattress.

Day 2.

The light that was embedded into the ceiling never shut off, but Taylor’s body had won over and she caught a few minutes of sleep. The room had no windows and no light came from underneath the Door, so she had no point of reference for time. She had tried counting, mostly as a way to keep herself sane, but couldn’t keep up the count after a few thousand. She filled the time alternating between crying, dreaming of a vacation and writing new song lyrics in her head.

Boy, there would be songs about this experience whenever she got out.

The Door creaked and Taylor jumped up. The Door opened and the Man walked inside, carrying the chair and a bottle of water. Taylor pushed herself in the corner of the room and watched as the Man sat on the chair and stared at her.

He eyed her, not saying anything, as he opened the bottle of water and took a small sip.

At that moment, Taylor realized how dry her mouth was. She tried to salivate but there seemed to be no extra liquid in her body. She licked her lips and noticed that they were as hard as the floor she stood on.

“Thirsty?” The Man asked, shaking the bottle of water slightly.

Taylor nodded.

“I thought you might be. Good. Take off your shirt.” He said evenly.

“WHAT?” Taylor shrieked.

“I know you speak English. Did I stutter? Take off your shirt.” He repeated.

“No!” Taylor screamed, wrapping her arms around her chest protectively.

“You’re new, so I’ll explain. I only ask once. You get to decide. We’ll try again tomorrow.” The Man said. Taylor watched as he walked over to the drain. Her eyes opened wide in horror as he poured the bottle of water down the opening.

“Have a good night.” The Main said in a cheery voice as he walked to the Door, picking up the chair as he went.

Taylor dropped onto the ground, wrapping her arms around her knees as the door shut.

Day 3.

The light in the ceiling was almost a comfort now. Though it was too high to provide any warmth, it was a constant and a source of white in her new grey world. If she stared at it long enough, spots formed in her eyes that reminded her of looking at the Sun for too long.

Time continued to elude her and she jumped in fright again when the Door opened and the Man entered.

“Morning. Or afternoon. Suppose it doesn’t really matter to you now does it?” The Man grinned as he sat down in the chair.

“Why are you doing this?” Taylor asked.

“Because I’m a fan. I’m your biggest fan.” The Man replied with a grin.

“You’re a sick fuck, that’s what you are!” Taylor yelled.

“Now, now: be nice. Have I hurt you?” He asked.

“I’m locked in a fucking cell!” Taylor screamed.

“Have I hurt you?” The Man repeated, his voice more stern.

“No, so what?”

“I just want you to realize that I have not touched you. I’ve not harmed you at all, though I’m totally capable of.” The Man replied.

A chill went through Taylor’s body.

“I’m hungry. And thirsty. And cold.” Taylor shot back.

“Yes, well. Did you know that a human can live for three days without water, three weeks without food? Now, the person that figured out probably didn’t calculate for someone as skinny as you, but you get the point. Also, it is a little cold in here, but not cold enough that you’ll die. Besides, you are fully capable of changing all three of those situations, and more.”

“Yeah? How’s that? Does Amazon prime deliver down here? Can I order up a new blanket? Maybe some Door Dash?” Taylor fired back.

The Man laughed a deep, bellowing laugh.

“You are a feisty little bitch, aren’t you? I wasn’t expecting that sort of sass from you, little miss perfect.” The Man grinned.

“Yeah well, you do strange things when you’re kidnapped.” Taylor replied.

“Kidnapped? You’re not kidnapped!” The Man replied in fake shock.

“What the fuck do you call this then?” Taylor asked.

“I call it, ‘an involuntary vacation’. “ He grinned.

“Great, so when do I leave?” She replied.

“That is entirely up to you. Just like everything else here. Water, food, clothes, even a shower. It’s all up to you.” He replied.

“And going home?”

“Also up to you.”

“Great. So how do I get that?”

“Earn it.” The Man said bluntly.

“How do I earn it? Throw myself on the floor and beg you to fuck my brains out?” Taylor replied saracastically.

“Pretty much, though that would jump you up several steps at once. I wouldn’t mind though. The others are already far ahead of you.” The man said evenly.

Taylor fell backwards, her mouth open. This man had just told her several crucial things. First, that she was going to have to trade sex for essentials and second, that she wasn’t alone.

“Others?” Taylor gasped.

The Man nodded.

“Think we would have gone through all this just for you? I mean, you are the biggest star in the world, but still, you’re not worth all this for yourself. So yes, there are others here. Maybe if you’re a really good girl, we’ll let you meet them.”

“Who? Who are they? How many? What is going on here?” Taylor screamed, bursting into tears again.

The Man watched as Taylor cried herself out, which didn’t take long.

“Done now?” He asked.

Taylor nodded a little.

“Thirsty?” He asked with a grin.

“Not enough to fuck you.” Taylor shot back.

“Now, that’s not very nice. I just want you to take off your shirt. I want to see what you’ve been hiding from the world. I know they aren’t much, but I wanna see.” The Man said.

“Go fuck yourself.” Taylor screamed, the first time in many years that she had used a curse word.

The Man stood up.

“That wasn’t very polite. I would have expected more manners from you Tay Tay.” The Man said.

“Screw you.”

“No, I’ll be screwing you later.” He grinned.

“Over my dead body.”

The Man shrugged.

“It may come to that.” He said, picking up the chair and walking towards the door.

“You’re pathetic, you know that!” Taylor called out.

“Could be. But I’m going to live. Are you?” He replied as he closed the door behind him.

Day 5

“That’s it Tori, suck that dick. Suck that dick.” The Man encouraged, holding her brunette hair back out of her face. Victoria looked up at him with her big, brown doe eyes and nodded, then continued to bob up and down on his shaft. The slender girl was kneeling topless on the cold, hard floor in front of a chair where her captor was sitting. Her tiny hand was wrapped around his thick cock and she struggled to take it into her small mouth.

While not a virgin, Victoria didn’t have a ton of sexual experience and she was focusing all of her energy on suppressing her gag reflex as the Man pushed his cock deeper into her mouth.

“That’s it baby. Give me that sweet little mouth. Fucking give it to me. I’m gonna fucking cum and you’re going to eat it all, you understand?” The Man said firmly.

Victoria nodded. She had only swallowed cum a handful of times and hated it, but the smell of the plate of hot food on the floor next to her was too much to resist.

The Man grabbed Victoria’s head in both hands and shoved her down into his crotch. His cock pushed past the back of her throat. She gagged hard but held fast as the Man fired his load straight down her throat and into her stomach.

“Fuck yeah! Hell yes!” The Man hissed as he emptied his balls. Victoria held still as his cock softened and he eventually withdrew it.

The slender girl fell back onto her heels as the Man shoved his cock back into his pants.

“Good girl.” He said, patting her on the head like a puppy.

“Thank you.” She replied in a small voice.

“Thank you what?” He said in a firm tone.

“Thank you, Sir. May I eat now?” She asked in hopeful voice.

“Yes you may. Good girl. Thank you for asking.”

“May I put my shirt on?” Victoria asked as she crawled over to the tray of food.

“No. I like seeing your cute titties bounce.” The Man replied.

Victoria nodded and picked up the fork.

The food was bland and almost un recognizable, but after several days without anything, she ate every bite as the Man looked on. She even licked the tray.

“Hungry?” The Man laughed.

Victoria nodded as she chugged the bottle of water.

“Good. You did good today girl. Keep it up and there will be more rewards for you.” The man said as he picked up the tray and patted her on the head again.

“Thank you. Thank you sir.” Victoria panted.

Day 6

“That’s it bitch, move that ass! Move that ass!” The man grunted as his fingers dug deeply into Madison’s ass cheeks. She rocked her ass back and forth on his lap, grinding her crotch into his.

Madison found the whole situation vaguely familiar since it wasn’t the first time that she had traded sex for favors. Hell, her entire career was built on her hot body and willingness to open her mouth for a man who wanted something. Still, she was used to nice offices or hotels, not fucking a masked stranger on a dirty mattress in a jail cell.

Still, her captor had a nice, big dick and he liked to fuck rough, which Madison preferred. So, for the third day in a row, she was riding his cock, working her big ass around in circles and generally trying to give him a good ride.

“Does that feel good? Does that feel good for you?” Madison purred in her best sex kitten voice.

“Yeah baby. You’re a hot fucking slut. Hot fucking piece of ass. Get on your hands and knees, I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you.” The Man demanded.

Madison stiffened a little as she climbed off of the Man’s crotch. She really didn’t care for name calling, but figured that that was one of the least bad things he could do to her. So, she got on her hands and knees on the thin mattress and wagged her thick ass at him.

“Like what you see, Daddy?” Madison asked, looking over her shoulder at him as she swayed her hips back and forth.

“Damn right. I don’t pick up ugly girls. Only hot little whores like you. Isn’t that right?” The Man asked as he pushed his cock into her from behind.

Madison let out a loud moan as he hit the back wall of her pussy.

Her head snapped back as the Man yanked her hair backwards, withdrawing from her pussy and then slamming back in. Her large breasts bounced wildly.

“Isn’t that right?” He asked as he began to hammer her.

“Yes. Yes.” Madison panted, only slightly exaggerating her moans.

“Yes, what?”

“Yes, it’s good. It’s good.” Madison moaned.

“You going to be a good little whore for Daddy?” The Man asked.

“Yes. Yes. Yes.”

“Say it. Fucking say it.” The man demanded, slapping Madison’s ass hard.

“I’ll be a good girl for you Daddy.” She replied.

“No, you’ll be a good little fucking WHORE for Daddy.” The Man corrected.

“Yes Daddy, whatever you want. Whatever you want.” Madison replied.

“Fucking say it bitch. Say it or no dinner.” The Man grunted.

“I’ll be a good little whore. I’ll be a good little whore for you Daddy.” Madison moaned.

“Fuck YES!” The Man screamed as he fired his cum deep into Madison’s cunt.

“Oh God that’s good!” Madison moaned as she gently rubbed the scratchy washcloth over her flesh. After her food, she gave herself a sponge bath with a small bucket of hot water that the Man had left as her reward. She wiped down every inch of her body, washing away the dirt, grime and sex fluids from earlier. It was better than the best massage she had ever received. On top of that, the Man had left another present, clothes.

The tiny shorts and transparent shirt didn’t cover her flesh any more than her current clothes did, but the idea of having something fresh on her skin after almost a week meant she didn’t mind.

Madison fell back onto the thin mattress, clean, well fed and well fucked. “It almost wasn’t too bad.” She thought to herself before drifting off to sleep.

Day 7

She was dying. Taylor decided.

She didn’t know anything about death. She wasn’t a doctor. She was a singer. A musician. A star.

Not a doctor.

Not a nurse.

She didn’t even have her first aid certification.

But, her body hurt.

She could barely move.

She couldn’t swallow any more.

She couldn’t cry.

Her lips had cracked and bled, but that had stopped a day ago.

Her stomach ached.

She didn’t know what death felt like, but she knew that her body was shutting down.

The Man had not been in her cell for a while. It felt like years, though time had lost all meaning for her. She really didn’t know what she was going to do when he returned.

Taylor tried to sleep but her body’s torment made that almost impossible.

So she lay there, on the thin, dirty mattress, somewhere between sleep and awake, life and death.

Then, the Door opened and the Man entered with that damn chair.

Taylor fought to open her eyes and stare at him. He looked at her with that same, even expression.

“Thirsty?” He asked, holding up the bottle.

“I’m dying.” She croaked.

“That very well may be. But, that is entirely up to you. It always has been and always will be.” The Man said bluntly.

They stared at each other for a few more seconds before the Man stood up.

As he began to walk towards the door, Taylor called out.

“Wait.” She gasped.

The Man stopped and turned around.

“Yes?” He asked.

Taylor rolled onto her back. Summoning the last of her strength, she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and lifted it up over her head. Her dirty, lacy pink bra that covered her small breasts came into view.

“That too.” The man said firmly.

Taylor fought to produce tears, but her body was out of fluid. She gasped and choked, but lifted her body up off the mattress and reached behind her back, unclipping her bra and pulling it away. She tried to cover her breasts with her arms, but couldn’t move them far enough.

The Man walked over to the mattress and stood above her, looking down on her half naked body.

“See, was that so hard?” He smirked as he dropped the bottle of water onto the mattress next to her.

Taylor’s hands trembled as she struggled to remove the cap from the bottle as the Man grabbed the chair and walked out of the room.

Day 8

“Ahh! Ahh! AHH!! “ Victoria screamed as the Man slammed his cock inside her. His massive weight crushed her tiny body and made it extremely difficult to breathe as he thrust into her.

“Fuck you’re tight. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck you’re tight.” The Man panted as he thrust into her, pinning her wrists over her head. Victoria could feel her pussy being stretched to its limits by the Man’s massive cock. She lay on the bed limply, as she tried to fight back the pain of the intense pounding he was giving to her. Finally, the Man thrust inside her and shot his cum inside her.

Victoria shuddered as she felt his hot load deep in her pussy. The Man lay on top of her for a moment and then sat up, withdrawing his cock from her cunt with a loud sucking sound.

The Man got up on his knees next to her, his half hard cock sticking out.

“Suck it. Clean it up.” He ordered. Victoria gave a slight nod and rolled over, taking his cock into her mouth. It had a mixture of tastes on the shaft: the sticky-salty of his cum and something else sweeter.

The Man put his hand on the back of her head and pushed her down deeper onto his cock.

“You know, you’re a hot piece of ass, but you’re a boring fuck.” He said as he forced her head up and down on his shaft. Victoria tried to focus on not gagging.

“Your blowjob skills are pretty lame and you don’t know how to ride a dick worth a damn. It’s a shame since you got such a hot body, but man you really need to get with the program.” He continued.

“I’ve done everything you asked!” Victoria whined, pulling off for a moment.

The Man shoved her back down.

“Yeah, you did it, but you’re just not very good. I don’t know how much more time I should bother to spend on you. Fucking shame.”

“Let me go?” Victoria mumbled in a hopeful voice.

The Man laughed.

“Sorry babe. No can do. No, I think I’ll just focus my time on the others and leave you here.” He replied, pulling his cock out of her mouth.

“Leave me here? What do you mean?” Victoria cried out.

“Ya know, lock the door and throw away the key?” The Man replied.

“I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I’m doing my best! I just don’t have a lot of experience. I’m not like other girls. I’ll do whatever you want! I’m just not like other girls!” Victoria cried out, tears welling up in her eyes.

The Man studied her for a moment.

“Other girls huh. Maybe you need a teacher.” He said slowly.

“Whatever you want. Whatever you want.” Victoria nodded anxiously.

“Tell ya what, you be a real good girl and try super duper hard the next few days and maybe I’ll bring you a room mate. Doesn’t that sound super swell?” The Man asked in a condescending tone.

Victoria nodded excitedly.

“I will. I will. I’ll do my best, I promise. I promise!”

Day 9

Two days’ worth of water had certainly helped Taylor’s body. She could feel her skin grow a little softer and her lips were beginning to get back to normal. Yesterday the Man had done the same as before, and again Taylor had stripped off her shirt and bra for him. He had not touched her, though she could feel his gaze on her slender body.

Though the fluids helped, the lack of food was now taking its toll. Taylor was a tiny girl to begin with and didn’t have the extra body mass to sustain her. While her skin tone was better, her physical strength was quickly fading.

Today when the door opened, Taylor sat up. She knew that her request would be met by something, though she couldn’t guess what that would be.

“Good afternoon.” The Man said in a cheery voice. Taylor immediately pulled off her shirt and bra and he handed her a bottle of water.

Taylor quickly opened it and began to guzzle it down.

“Glad to see you’re getting with the program.” He said, staring at her small breasts. Taylor put the bottle down and studied the Man for a moment. She shrunk a little under his lecherous gaze but then straightened up.

“I’m hungry.” She said evenly.

“I’m not surprised.” He replied.

The two stared at each other in silence.

Finally, Taylor snapped.

“Can I have some food?” She asked in a meek voice.

A smile spread across the Man’s face.

“Well, that was cute. But what’s the magic word?” He asked.

“Can I have some food, please?” Taylor replied, forcing down her annoyance.

“That was better. Lose the attitude though.” He said firmly.

“Sorry.” Taylor mumbled, looking down a little.

“It’s Ok. I’ll forgive you ... Once.” He replied.

“So, can I have some?” Taylor asked, looking up slightly.

“That depends, are you going to earn it?” He replied.

Taylor looked up to see the grin on his face getting bigger.

Her heart sank.

“What do I have to do?” She asked in a defeated tone.

“Given your track record, I’m not really expecting much from you. However, I would love to see your pretty lips wrapped around my cock.” The Man’s grin got bigger.

“WHAT?” Taylor shrieked.

“You aren’t very smart, are you? You do know what a blowjob is though, don’t you?” The Man replied.

Taylor recoiled. She obviously knew what a blowjob was and had given exactly one in her whole life.

It wasn’t a pleasant experience.

“Do I have to?” She pleaded.

“No, you don’t.”

“Thank God!” She sighed.

“But you can’t live on water alone. So, what’s it going to be?” The Man replied.

Taylor’s heart broke. She stared at the Man, who stared at her with a smug look on his face.

“Clock is ticking Tay Tay. What’s it going to be? I got other girls to see.” He finally said.

“OK.” She mumbled.

“Ok what?” He replied.

“I’ll do it.”

“You made me wait too long.” He replied, turning towards the door.

“Wait! Please! Please! I’ll do it!” She cried out.

He stopped and turned around.

“Oh I do love when you say please. You should do it some more.” He said.

“What?”

“Beg. Beg for it. I want to hear you beg.”

“Please! Please!” She called out.

He turned around and walked towards the mattress.

“Say, ‘please Sir may I suck your cock.’ “ He said with a grin.

Taylor looked down.

“Please may I.” She mumbled.

“I can’t hear you!” he said loudly.

“Please may I!” She replied louder.

“The whole thing you stupid bitch. NOW!” He yelled, leaning down over her.

“Please Sir may I suck your cock!” She screamed in fright.

“Again!” He demanded.

“Please Sir, may I suck your cock!” She cried as her voice broke.

The Man stood up straight.

“Yes Taylor, you may suck my cock.” He said with a smirk.

With essentially no experience and very little porn to go on, Taylor struggled to complete her task. She had neither the skill or the background, or the motivation. But, she opened her mouth as wide as she could and tried to imagine the fleeting moments of dirty videos that she had seen as the Man slid his cock in and out of her mouth.

“Damn girl, I didn’t expect much but you’re fucking terrible. Even Victoria is better than you.” The Man said in disgust.

Taylor’s eyes welled up in tears at both the act and his verbal humiliation. But, she dutifully bobbed her head up and down, hoping the whole affair would just end.

It was just beginning.

The Man slammed his cock into Taylor’s mouth and she immediately recoiled.

“No way bitch, you’re not getting off that easily.” The Man snarled. He yanked his cock out of her mouth and grabbed Taylor’s upper arm and yanked her to her feet. Taylor stared at the big man in terror as he threw her into the corner of the room. The slender girl crumpled to the ground. She glanced up as he marched towards her and she tried to cover her body with her arms to protect herself.

“Nowhere for you to go now.” The Man grinned as he pushed her head up and back into the corner of the room. Taylor immediately realized what he meant. Her head was now trapped in the corner and his cock dangled in front of her like a hungry cobra.

“Open up Tay Tay.” He grinned.

If Taylor had any food in her stomach, she surely would have puked it up. The Man fucked her face violently, viciously ramming his cock down her throat. Several times she felt bile build up in the back of her throat, but it couldn’t make it the rest of the way out. After what seemed like an eternity, the Man pulled his cock out of her mouth and stroked it wildly in front of her face.

“Present for you. Fuck yes. Fuck yes!” He yelled.

And then his cock exploded.

Taylor recoiled as thick ropes of cum shot out of the head of his dick, landing on her face and in her hair.

“Oh yeah! Yeah!” the Man moaned as another shot landed on her small breasts.

Taylor slumped to the ground, wishing that she could melt into it.

“You look good wearing my jizz Taylor.” The Man smirked as he stuffed his cock back into his pants.

Taylor was silent as he turned around and began to walk towards the Door.

“I’ll bring you back a plate.” He called out as he closed the Door behind.

Day 10

“That’s it you fucking whore. Move it. Damn you can move your ass!” The Man exclaimed as Madison rocked her ass on his lap. His hands roughly groped her large breasts as she rode him.

She hated the names he called her, but just smiled and kept up the sex kitten act.

“You like that Daddy? Does that feel good on your big dick?” She purred.

“Yeah baby. Fuck yeah. Good fucking pussy on your slutty ass. Fuck you can move! Fucking you is the highlight of my fucking day.” The Man moaned.

Madison beamed a little bit. Though she was clearly a prisoner trading sex for favors, she was still a woman that liked to be complimented. She prided herself on her sexual skills and in this situation, it was clearly paying off.

She had earned better regular food, a hot pail of water, new clothes and a thicker blanket. Every day her situation was getting better, on top of the nice hard fucking that she was getting.

“Flip over bitch.” The Man demanded.

Madison quickly climbed onto her hands and knees and the Man mounted her. She let out a loud gasp as he bottomed out in her then yanked her back by the hair.

“Uhngh!” She grunted as her body bent backwards.

“Nice fucking titties on you too girl.” The man commented as he reached around and grabbed her breasts like handles.

“You like my titties Daddy?” Madison panted.

“Yeah baby. Love these big fat tits. Gonna paint them with my cum one day.” He panted.

“Anything you want Daddy. Anything you want.” She gasped.

“Yeah?”

“Yes Daddy. Anything to make you happy.” Madison replied, gasping for breath.