We were on our way to the Packers/49ers game at Levi’s Stadium. It was Lexi’s dream to see a Green Bay Packers game in person. She had been fascinated by the history of the team and traditions of the only community owned franchise in the NFL. They play in the smallest city of any NFL team, though they would probably not survive without Milwaukee being only 2 hours away. The league was so upset about the team being community owned they made rule changes to ensure it never happened again. That only increased the appeal of the Packers to some fans, like my daughter.

It is probably odd that my now 22-year-old daughter and my deceased wife were the football fanatics of the household but that is the way it was. Laura was a football cheerleader in high school and college and a lifelong fan of the game. She passed that on to our only child, Lexi. How Laura ended up with me is an unsolved mystery as I was a lowly nerd accountant, not a football jock.

I treated every day I had with Laura, and then Lexi too, as it truly was, a gift from god. I lived my life for the two of them, focused on doing whatever I could to enrich their lives and make our time together as happy as I could.

Tickets to this game, well not this game specifically, but a Packers game, were a stipulation in my wife’s will. She knew she was dying. She had ovarian cancer that did not respond to treatment, possibly because the doctors found it too late. Laura had plans to take Lexi to a game before she died, had tickets in fact but the cancer had other plans. Lexi would not go without her mother and ended up putting the tickets on the NFL ticket exchange and selling them.

That bad patch was followed by a few months of relatively good times and Lexi and Laura spent as much time together as they could. Lex took one semester off school so she could help take care of her mother and I worked hard to make sure all the bills were paid. I also tried to stay out of the way so the mother daughter bond could flourish as much as possible in the limited time.

Some would say that I was hiding from the inevitable end, and that would be true up to a point, but I truly wanted Lex to get as much time with her mother as possible in the short time they had left. And yes, I did talk to Laura about it. She understood and did not feel I was abandoning her or our marriage. She knew it was hard for all of us and that I was putting Lex first. That said I did spend as much of my free time with the both of them as I could but I let the two of them control the focus of our time together, including many trips to the beach and museums and other cultural events and a pop concert where I was the oldest, possibly only man present among a throng of mostly underaged and underclothed young women, many of whom appeared either high or drunk or both. Laura just laughed at my obvious uncomfortable demeanor and whispered in my ear to enjoy the eye candy and indulge in a few morally incorrect fantasies and laughed at me again to my reaction.

“Just let go and get worked up and my mouth will take care of you when we get home” she whispered in my nearly deaf ear as she blatantly fondled my stiffness to the oblivion of our daughter who was focused on the stage.

Nearly naked bouncy teens rubbed on me seeming from nearly every side and I was hard and horny nearly to the point of insanity. “You are like a walking Viagra commercial” Laura whispered to me as we were leaving, tits and ass hanging out on every side of us.

She said it was to protect me from the throng, but I think maybe she was just tired when Lexi jumped on my back and rode me out of the venue, my hands on my wife’s shoulders in front of me. So here I was fully erect from hours of stimulation, cock pressed into my wife’s low back as my own nearly naked daughter rode my back and my wife held onto Lexi’s legs making us a single unit in the writhing throng of concertgoers. Or rather exiters.

I was nearly delirious, contact high as much from tits and ass as from the actual alcohol and drugs that were inevitably present. At the car, Lexi offered to chauffeur us home, an offer my wife jumped at and like a dirty old man I got sucked off twice in the backseat as my daughter drove us home and smirked knowingly at me in the rear-view mirror from time to time.

I think I managed to stay quiet both times but based on Lexi’s smirk in the mirror after each, she knew. I felt so naughty, like a teenager myself.

I managed to pay Laura back with my fingers before we made it home. She was not as quiet when she came but I was reassured after I put Laura to bed and stopped for a nightcap at the breakfast bar I was met by my daughter, still in her glittery outing clothing.

“Thank you for making mom feel good and for still loving her, this cancer must be nearly killing you too” she told me, hugging me tight. “It’s hard for me too, really hard knowing I am losing my mom soon, but it helps me to know that you two still care for one another and still try to sexually satisfy each other even when the treatments are making mom feel like crap. Thank you, daddy.”

Laura had a few insurance policies that she had from before the diagnosis and she had some inheritance from her grandparents. Most of that money, minus the medical bills and funeral expenses, would be going directly to Lexi and would probably be a good head start on her independent life.

Lex had one semester left before she graduated when Laura succumbed to the cancer, and she was now almost ready to graduate as we prepped to go to the game. Lex was very excited and was looking forward to initiating me in the football experience. She was an old hand at going to games, well high school and college anyway. Up until Laura got sick the two of them were fixtures at all the games and now it was my turn. In preparation Lex took me to a football game at her school, Stanford University, where she was on the Gymnastics team in addition to her studies. I was not the oldest man at this game, not by a long shot but there were plenty of cute and sexy coeds to ogle. Lexi reassured me when she caught me staring more than once, “When they are dressed like that go ahead and look daddy, they want the attention” she told me. My attention was caught at that point by Lexi’s tight lowcut graphic school t-shirt that apparently didn’t cover a bra, if her nipples were any indication. She caught me looking and smiled at me then pulled my ear to her lips, “Trust me daddy, I know what I’m talking about, look all you want.”

So, we were in Lexi’s little Toyota SUV on the way to the private parking facility she had discovered when researching the game. We had our tickets and our sports apparel on and were ready to go as soon as we found the parking lot. When we finally pulled up to the entrance, we were given a card and told that we needed to go to this address instead because this lot was full. The address was just around the corner.

This lot looked pretty well filled also and there appeared to be party tents in each corner of the lot. Lex handed the attendant her cash to get the parking ticket and we were told to follow the next attendant to our spot.

“This must be wrong” Lexi stated to me, “They are taking us under the tent.”

“Well, they must know what they are doing” I naively responded as Lex navigated where indicated. The sun was low in the sky because of the time of year and the fact that this was to be an evening game.

“This is weird. Look at all the people here, it’s like a covered tailgate party and they parked us in the middle of it.”

“I don’t know what to say Lexi, it does feel strange.”

Another car parked directly behind us and there were people seated in lawn chairs in front of us so we could not go anywhere anyway so Lexi shut off her car and started to get out when she was grabbed from behind and a gun was stuck in my face as I turned to get out.

“Shut up and don’t struggle, we don’t want to kill any Cheesehead fans tonight, just have some fun with the pint-sized little Packer party slut.”

“Hey, be nice” Lexi cried out, not realizing yet that there was a gun in my face.

I suddenly realized that there were zero women in this group, all men, some young, some old but all rough looking and all wearing 49er colors.

“Ah, Lex, I think we ended up in the wrong place.” I said feebly. I am not the biggest man, even if my wife said I have the longest cock in the world, but I’m not small either but next to most of these men, I looked small. Lexi on the other hand, looked like a little kid.

Lexi is tiny, gymnast tiny. 4’ 9” and only about 110 lbs. but that 110 pounds was all muscle. Only B-cup but on her diminutive frame they looked large. To say she cut a womanly figure in her leotards was an understatement. She did have curves in all the right places, but still, these men dwarfed her in stature.

“Oh my god, dad, he has a gun” Lexi called out to me, stating the obvious. She is not an airhead, not by any means, at least not that I ever saw, and her grades backed up that assertion, but she appeared to be completely out of her element right now as a guy that looked two feet taller than she is grabbed her arms and pinned them behind her back and pulled her away from the car.

“Please don’t hurt her. She’s my only daughter and we just lost her mother to cancer.” I pleaded.

“Well, we are not complete assholes” one guy, who frankly looked like an asshole, stated “We promise not to get too rough as long as you both cooperate.”

“Ya” his buddy said next to him, “We don’t want to kill anyone, we just want to tear up that Packers cunt and get her pregnant if we can.”

That statement made us both pale as blood drained from our faces as Lexi leaned forward to peer into the SUV and meet my eyes. “I’m going to be raped” she said fearfully, “gang raped. Dad, I’m scared.”

This prompted the guy holding her to say “Baby, you gonna get fucked. Fucked a lot, but a little hottie like you ought to be used to fucking, bet you are getting dicked every night with this tight little spinner body.”

“No, please, no. I’m still a virgin. Please don’t hurt me, please” she begged twisting ineffectually in his grip.

I counted at least 30 thugs in the near vicinity so I knew nothing I could do would help.

“Baby, you do what I say, and you won’t get badly hurt and we will send you home mostly in one piece in the morning sometime, but you ARE GETTING FUCKED.” He grinned at the fear plain on her face as she started to shake. “Getting fucked a lot, right boys?”

“Yessss” the assembled men shouted. “Go 9ers!” “Fuck the Packers!” “Fuck the hot Bitch!”

I lost sight of Lexi for a few moments as the man with the gun pulled me out of the car by my shirt and marched me around the car to the driver’s side, gun pressed into my spine.

“Hands on the wheel” he barked at me after we got the seat moved so there was room for me to fit.

He pulled out a roll of duct tape that had the 49er logo and was in the team colors and taped both my hands to the steering wheel after he made me buckle the seatbelt, then he caused it to lock in place by pulling it all the way out of its roll and it wound back up clicking until it cinched me down tight. I dare not struggle or it would just tighten up further.

“Now are you going to behave” gun man asked me with a snarky grin, “If you are I can put this away for now” he told me, waving the gun before tucking it into the back of his waistband.

That’s when I saw Lexi again. Her team leggings and the long Rogers jersey that she was wearing were gone, only to be tossed into the passenger side before another man came over with Lexi’s keys and inserted them into the ignition to roll the windows down, switched the ignition off again and tossed the keys into the passenger seat with Lexi’s clothes.

Then I noticed that all Lexi’s clothes, even her bra and panties were Packer’s apparel. Socks too, but not shoes, she had cute little all white trainers on her little feet. Her shortie socks came up to her ankles and displayed the Packers ‘G’ logo.

Three men were holding her. One had her around the waist and one each held an arm out to her side. Two additional men were wrapping ropes around her wrists. The ropes seemed to go 5 times around her wrist and then looped over and under themselves forming a cuff on each wrist with several feet of rope dangling down.

Then the main guy holding her hoisted her tiny body into the air and the two rope dudes started with new ropes forming the same kind of cuffs around her ankles.

When they were done Lexi was maneuvered in front of her car facing me. Something was done with the ropes on her ankles, tied to the tires maybe, she got shorter as her legs were spread wide. She was then pressed forward to lay on the hood of her car, her face nearly to the windshield.

As her arm ropes were tied to the mirrors of her Toyota she met my eyes. She looked frightened but not out of control, she had her wits about her but appeared resigned to her fate. A fate that appeared to contain a lot of cocks.

I had a moment of very unfatherly clarity. My daughter was hot as fuck. If you have ever watched the Olympics, you know what gymnasts’ bodies look like. Tight, tone, not an ounce of fat on their lithe tiny bodies. Hard firm muscles in her arms and legs and torso. It had been a long time since I had seen this much of my daughter’s body. Her swimsuits tended to look almost exactly like her gymnastics leotards, but as she was bent over I could see that her abs were clearly a 6 pack, not a body builder, but definitely not weak either, and sexy as fuck.

I already knew you could bounce a quarter off her ass, it was not big, but man was it tight. Now I got a close up of the rest of her. Muscles bunching in her arms and even her back as she tested the play in the ropes that held her down. Again, not body builder, but tight, very tight and very toned.

She caught me staring at her and was that a hint of a smile I saw on her face as she read the sudden lust on mine?

“Please don’t do this to my daughter, please don’t hurt her” I begged. “I have some money; I could pay you.”

“Dude, we don’t want your money, we want this sweet little cunt to be our cheerfucker. Our cock sleeve to stroke off in while our 9ers fuck up your Packers. Had you showed up in red and gold instead of this green shit, maybe this would be different, now shut up, the pregame is starting.”

That was clearly the leader.

Everyone fell relatively quiet and parted away from the big TV someone had set up in the parking lot on a folding table. They even had a big sound bar. I was in the perfect position to watch and with the sound bar I could hear everything too.