Chapter 1

My wife seemed to be the picture of perfect health; beautiful, active and physically strong. She always competed in marathons around the state and she loved to go on strenuous hikes through places like the Grand Canyon or the Sierra Madres. So it was without a doubt catastrophic when, during a triathlon in San Diego, she collapsed two miles from the finish line and died of a massive heart attack. We had no indication that she was at risk, but her doctor explained that sometimes the most fit people in the world have deadly heart attacks for no apparent reason. I just considered it a miracle that it happened so fast because she didn't suffer and she died doing something that she loved. I just wish we would have had a chance to say goodbye.

Mia, our only child, was twelve years old at the time of Maria's death. As devastated as I was, I think it affected her even more. She had not only lost her mother, she had also lost her best friend.

One night, after Mia had gone to bed, I was sitting at the kitchen table looking through some photo albums of our wedding; Mia's birth, our many trips abroad, and all the other special events that make up a person's life. Suddenly besieged with grief and loss, I started crying like a baby. I was so shaken that I laid my head on the albums and wept, wishing that I could have died along with my wife. I was so distraught that I didn't feel the little hand caressing my head. Then a pair of arms encircled my shoulders as my baby put her head close to mine. I looked up to see that little angel with those big, brown eyes searching my tear-soaked eyes for comfort and reassurance. I rose up from the table wiping my eyes and regaining my composure because I knew that I had to be strong for her. Then she kissed me ever so gently on the cheek.

"Daddy, it'll be alright. Don't worry, I'll take care of you," she said.

I was so overwhelmed with Mia's words that I swept her up in my arms and squeezed her until I thought she might faint.

"Oh, Baby, I love you so much! I'm so sorry, Sweetheart. I wish I could have..."

"No, Daddy, there was nothing anyone could have done."

Mia cradled my face in her hands and kissed my forehead and cheeks.

"Momma lives in heaven now with the angels. We'll see her again someday, but until then, we have to take care of each other. That's what she wants.

I sobbed as I hugged Mia close to me and we held each other for several long minutes. I couldn't believe that my little girl was being so strong! We kissed and cuddled and eventually I carried her to her bedroom, tucked her into bed, and returned to my own bed for another lonely night.

I made sure that Mia was actively engaged in school with activities like orchestra, drama and athletics. It didn't surprise me that she was so good in sports; she took after her mother and in fact, her P.E. teacher said that she was the best athlete in her grade, outdoing even the boys.

When Mia brought up the idea of taking karate classes, I was all for it because I thought it would give her confidence and teach her self-reliance. She took to it like a natural and I always offered to spar with her until one day she got so good that she could kick my ass on a regular basis. I don't how many black eyes and split lips I endured during that time, but it was all worth it because she blossomed both inside and out. Over the next few months, she excelled in her classes and worked her way up to a green belt. Her favorite move was a roundhouse kick called the "Spinning Crane" in which she could easily hit me in the temple with the heel of her foot. That kick would knock my lights out unless she intentionally pulled it.

In just a year this gangly kid had matured into a beautiful young woman with brunette hair, long shapely legs and full budding breasts. I remember how embarrassing it was for both of us when we went to pick out her first bra. I told the saleslady what Mia needed and she was kind enough to take her all around the shop to look at different garments until she found exactly what she wanted. That saleslady did a good job of outfitting Mia because we left the lingerie shop with armloads of packages.

That night, Mia wanted to show me what she had selected, so I sat patiently for two hours while she changed into each bra and panty set and modeled each outfit. Even though she was only thirteen years old, I couldn't believe how she had matured in the last year. I must say that I was glad to be wearing loose sweatpants because this gorgeous kid was giving me a hard-on and to be truthful, I had the perverse notion to see her naked. How could I think thoughts like this? She was my daughter, my baby girl.

Chapter 2

The school year progressed quickly and in June, Mia graduated at the top of the eighth grade. I wanted to do something special for her so I suggested a trip to Washington State for the summer. I had a friend who had offered me the use of his cabin anytime I wanted near Diablo, a small town located between Spokane and the Canadian border. When I told Mia about it, she just about jumped out of her skin because her mother had always wanted to hike the Cascade Mountains in that region. I guessed being in that area would make her feel closer to her mother

We packed the Suburban for an extended trip and made the three-day drive to Diablo, stopping along the way to see the many historic sights and points of interest. When we finally arrived at the cabin, we were pleased to find that it was actually a beautiful hunting lodge complete with stuffed trophies of deer, bear and coyotes and even a bearskin rug in the living room. It was definitely meant to be a place for solitude. Although there was a telephone mounted on the kitchen wall, there was no TV or computer anywhere to be found. All we found for entertainment besides the phone was an AM/FM radio in one of the bedrooms. After putting our clothes away in the closets and organizing the groceries we had brought for upcoming dinners, we changed into shorts and got ready to go out for the day. I must say, Mia did look incredible in her tight denim shorts and hiking boots with a flannel shirt tied at the waist.

We spent the morning hiking the hills and exploring the surrounding countryside which included a small lake a few miles away. Around noontime, we were walking down the dirt road back to the cabin when we noticed from the distance a car parked in the dirt lot in front. There were two men sitting in the chairs on the front porch, but we weren't expecting company so I was a little concerned. As we got nearer, one of the men walked out to meet us.

"Howdy, folks," he said as he extended his hand, "my name is Jim Johnson and that's my brother Archie over there."

We shook hands and he noticed Mia.

"And hello to you, young lady."

He shook Mia's hand while I introduced her and then he told us the reason for their unexpected visit.

"We were on our way to Canada and our car started making a noise in the transmission," he said. "I pulled off the highway when I noticed your cabin and I was hoping that you might have a phone we could use to call a tow truck."

As we walked up to the porch together, Archie stood up and greeted us. He smiled shyly at Mia when I introduced them. We stood talking to the men for a few minutes before I decided it was okay to invite them inside. Both of them appeared clean with jeans, shirts hanging out and shoulder-length hair. They looked like they were, as Jim said, just on a road trip. He was the older of the two, about thirty, and a natural leader while Archie, about twenty, acted like he may have just barely squeaked through high school. In other words, he was good natured, but he didn't seem overly bright. They were driving a Ford sedan and I wondered if the garage in Diablo would even be able to help them.

"Let's go inside," I said, "and we'll see if there's someone in Diablo that can give you a hand."

We ushered the brothers through the front door and I led Jim to the kitchen while Archie took a seat in the living room. Mia had gone to change into some fresh clothes and I stood in the entrance to the kitchen so I could keep an eye on both the brothers. Call me suspicious, but I just wanted to be safe.

"There's a phonebook in that cabinet," I said as I pointed to the utility closet.

Jim picked up the receiver and said, "That's okay, I know the number."

He dialed and in a few seconds his party answered.

"Hey, what's up?" he said. "Yeah, we're fine. We're outside a little town called Diablo. I'll call you in a while with directions to get up here."

What the Hell was this? He wasn't talking to a garage! After he hung the receiver up I was about to say something when he turned around and pulled a Smith & Wesson .357 from his waistband. My first reaction was to run to Mia's bedroom to protect her, but Archie stood up and produced a semi-automatic from his waistband. Just then, Mia walked out into the living room and saw Archie's gun. She flashed a look of terror at me, but before she could react, Archie had his arm around her neck. She struggled to get away, but he put the gun to her head and cocked the hammer. I lurched to help her, but Jim grabbed me by the arm.

"Now, let's all settle down here," said Jim. "We're not looking for trouble."

I made a motion to Mia with my hands to get her to cooperate. I was afraid that if she struggled anymore Archie might hurt her. When he felt her relax he uncocked his gun and lowered it. I wanted to kill them both right there, but at the moment they had the upper hand. Jim pointed his gun at my chest and I knew that if he pulled the trigger they would be mopping my guts up for days.

"What the fuck do you want?" I spit.

"We need to lay low here for a while," answered Jim. "We got into some trouble down in Spokane and a friend is gonna meet us here and drive us on to Canada."

"If you hurt Mia, I'll..."

"What's that, Pop? Are you going to kill me?" he asked. "This isn't a Dirty Harry movie, you asshole! In case you haven't noticed, we have the guns here. The smartest thing for you to do is to calm down and behave yourself. Don't be a hero."

My mind was racing a thousand miles a minute. I tried in my panic to gather my thoughts. I had no gun in the house, so I tried to remember what was in the kitchen drawers that could be used as a weapon. If I could just get to a knife...

"Archie," Jim called, "put these chairs in the living room and go find some rope."

"But what about the girl?"

"She won't go anywhere." Jim answered. "Not with her daddy here."

I nodded to Mia to reassure her as Archie grabbed two chairs from the dinette set and placed them in the center of the living room. While Mia stood motionless in the middle of the living room, he left to search the rooms for some rope. He eventually went outside to the storeroom and came back a few minutes later with a coil of clothesline rope. Jim pushed me out to the living room to join Mia and Archie.

"I want you guys to take your clothes off," Jim said.

"What," I exclaimed. "Are you out of your fucking..."

"Now, Pops, I told you," he said. "You'd better behave. You guys will be less apt to cause trouble if you're naked. Besides," he said with a wicked grin, "I would like to see Mia's titties."

I looked at Mia with despair as I tried to think of something to dissuade Jim.

"Wait," I protested, "can't we just..."

"It's okay, Daddy," interrupted Mia.

Now she nodded to reassure me. Glaring at both brothers with disdain, she unbuttoned her shorts and stepped out of them. We all watched with anticipation as she took off her shirt and bra and finally pulled off her panties. Jim looked at her like she was a delicious morsel, ready to eat. Her youthful breasts stood high and full on her chest and her pussy was just starting to get a dusting of brunette pubic hair. I felt my cock stiffen up. Archie enjoyed the show too, but his face turned beet red as he ogled Mia. Jim motioned at me with the gun barrel.

"Okay, Daddy," he sneered. "Your turn."

I looked at Mia with embarrassment, but she nodded with tacit encouragement. She knew as well as I did that we had no choice in the matter. I pulled off my hiking boots and shirt and then unbuckled my jeans. With one last glance at Mia, I hooked my thumbs in the waistband and pulled my jeans and underwear off in one motion. Mia's eyes got big when she saw my naked torso for the first time in her life. I had a well developed chest and decent arms. Then she saw it; my cock at half mast. To my embarrassment, it was wet with pre-cum due to Mia's forced strip. Not only did she stare at me, the brothers took notice too.

"It looks like Daddy is enjoying the show," Jim snickered. Then he motioned to Archie. "Tie 'em up."

Chapter 3

Archie made us sit in the chairs facing each other, tied our ankles to the legs and then tied our hands behind our backs. Mia's position forced her legs to spread apart obscenely and even though she tried to maintain her modesty, it was impossible for her to keep them together. From my vantage point, I could see right into her virgin pussy. Unbelievably, my cock got even harder. Jim caught the same view of Mia and commented on how sweet her pussy looked; his lewd comment made Archie blush again. Jim walked through the bedrooms and in a few minutes came back with the AM/FM radio which he set on the dining room table along with his gun. He turned on the radio and scanned the dial for a station. Eventually we heard the scratchy call signs of a Spokane station.

"KSTM radio, the Storm 93" the announcer said. "And just as a reminder ... The Spokane County Sheriff's Department has released an all points bulletin to the public. The two men that robbed the Spokane Cattlemen's Bank this morning are still at large after stealing roughly one million dollars and escaping in a stolen Tan 2005 Ford Escort. We have no IDs on the men, but they are considered armed and dangerous. If you have any information about these fugitives, please contact the Spokane County Sheriff's Department at 1-800-Crimewatch."

Well, now we knew what was going on and Jim knew that we knew what was going on.

"Oh shit, Archie," Jim said, "they have a description of our car. We gotta dump it. There's a lake about two miles north of here. Take all our stuff out of the car and run it up there. Then ditch it in the lake and make sure that nobody sees you, okay? I'll stay here and watch Dad and Honey-pie."

Archie nodded and went outside to the car. In a few minutes he returned with a huge duffle bag and two more guns. He dropped the duffle bag on the floor with a heavy thud and I assumed that was the money they had stolen. Then he laid the guns on the table.

"Okay," he said, "I'll be back as soon as I can."

He hurried out the door and in a few seconds we heard the Ford's engine roar to life and gravel spraying everywhere as he tore down the road. Jim retreated to the kitchen where I heard him dialing the phone.

"Yeah, it's me again," he said. We're up here in a cabin about ten miles west of Diablo, Washington..."

I couldn't clearly hear everything he said, but from Jim's responses, it sounded like his associate was quite a long distance away. Jim gave him directions to get to the cabin and told him that he was holding a man and his daughter. After what sounded like cursing on the other end, Jim interrupted.

"Look, motherfucker, don't worry about it. Just get your ass up here. How long do you think it will take? Uh-huh. Okay. Okay. Alright, we'll see you tomorrow night. Okay."

After he hung up the phone, Jim walked back into the living room, cursing.

"God damned motherfucker!

"What's the matter," I asked, "wouldn't your partner agree to be a party to kidnapping?"

Jim lunged at me and smashed me across the face with a clenched backhand. Flashing stars popped in my eyes and I tried to stay conscious as I heard his distant voice ringing in my ears.

"Look, you son of a bitch, I don't need any grief from you! Keep your mouth shut and you and her won't get hurt."

The stakes had suddenly changed! Jim demonstrated to me that he was not the affable country boy that he originally presented. I knew now that he was capable of extreme violence in the blink of an eye. My mind raced as I tried to devise a strategy to fight him although I knew that in my current position, I wasn't much of a threat.

Jim gave me a withering scowl while I regained my senses and then he stormed into the kitchen, opening and slamming the cabinet doors. Later he stormed back into the living room with a bottle of Cutty Sark and a glass which he slammed on the dining room table. He sat down and poured a big glass and drained the whole thing in one pass.

While he nursed another glass of Cutty, Mia and I communicated silently with each other. I tried with my eyes to comfort her fears and let her know that we would get through this ordeal and I think she tried to do the same for me. I couldn't help but look at her beautiful body, the way it was displayed to me. When I did glance at her pussy, my cock would start to come to life so I tried to think about other things; taxes, chores at home, the stock market, but nothing seemed to work. She noticed my swelling member too, but she didn't avert her eyes. It seemed like the more she looked at me, the harder it would get. Eventually, pre-cum moistened the head of my cock and I could swear she gave me a slight "Mona Lisa" grin.

Jim was apparently feeling no pain when he stood up and sauntered over to us. He pulled my chair back about four feet farther away from Mia and then squatted down on his haunches in front of her.

"My, my, doesn't that look delicious," he asked no one. He put his hands on her knees and spread her legs as far apart as possible.

"Don't touch me, you asshole," she hissed.

Jim spun around on his haunches to look at me.

"My, my," he chuckled, "she has quite the mouth on her."

"Jim," I said, "I swear to God, I'll...

"Yeah, yeah, I know," he answered. "You'll kill me. Yeah, I'm really shakin'."

He turned back around to face Mia and studied her exposed pussy. Her clitoris was swollen and bulging. Then he leaned into her crotch and blew on her clit. Mia's response was instant as goose bumps rose on her arms and she shivered slightly.

"Well, look at that," he said. "I think she likes that."

Jim blew on her clit a few more times and then got on his knees to stick his face in her twat. With one swipe, he licked her clit from bottom to top eliciting a sudden gasp from her. This was certainly the first time a man had done that and she couldn't stifle her reaction. Encouraged by her response, Jim licked her clit some more and then pushed his tongue deep into her gaping hole. I saw Mia's eyes bulge out of their sockets as he gave her the unwanted pleasure she had never felt before. She looked at me apologetically as her eyes rolled back in her head.

Even though I was outraged about this assault on my daughter, my cock had no conscience and, as such, sprang to full attention as I witnessed her reaction. Jim kept working on her pussy and in seconds, her head was thrashing back and forth as he brought her to her first orgasm. Then he continued eating her sweet little cunt and soon brought her to another orgasm. Silently appalled by my response, I still couldn't help but think to myself that she was definitely her mother's daughter. Maria loved it when I went down on her and I never slowed down until I had pulled four or five orgasms out of her. Now stimulated by her daughter's orgasms, my cock drooled nonstop pre-cum. In fact, as Jim pulled a third orgasm out of her, my cock finally erupted and sprayed cum all over my belly and thighs without even being touched.

Jim rose up from his position in front of Mia and although his back was to me, I knew that he was unbuttoning his pants. He pulled them down past his ass and furiously jacked his cock. She turned her head in disgust when she realized what he was doing. It only took him a few seconds before he painted Mia's titties with ropes of cum, but he grabbed her by the chin and forced her to watch his cock spurt its goo on her. After he stroked out the last drop of cum, he released Mia's chin and stumbled back a step.

When he turned around to grin at me, his cock was still rock hard, slick with cum, and his face was covered with her juices and his own saliva. Then he motioned over his shoulder to my daughter who was still recovering from her orgasmic haze. He also noticed the puddle of cum on my crotch and my withering cock. Reaching down to squeeze my cock and force out the last drop of cum, he chuckled.

"I'm glad Mia and me weren't the only ones having fun, eh, Pop?"

I can't describe the thoughts and feelings racing through mind. I was furious at what this fucker had just done and yet, at the same time, I was so turned on I could have bitten through a six-penny nail. I just watched my daughter have her first sexual experience and in some perverse way, I was jealous of Jim.

Chapter 4

Within minutes, we heard boots clomping on the front porch and the door swung open. Archie stood there, clothes still damp, silhouetted by the sun. He looked around the living room noticing Mia, her head tilted back, me with the remnants of drying cum on my genitals and Jim grinning like a monkey.

"What the Hell is going on," Archie demanded.

"Oh," Jim answered slyly, "we were just having a little fun."

Archie looked at all of us for a few more seconds until his face twisted into a frown.

"You shouldn't a done that. She's just a kid."

"Shut up, retard," Jim responded. "Nobody got hurt. Besides, she enjoyed it. You shoulda seen it. She came like a freight train."

Archie looked at Mia's sodden cunt, her cum-streaked titties and then looked at me as if to apologize. Then he spun around to face Jim as he zipped up his pants.

"Jim," he said, "you ... you're a..."

"Knock it off," said Jim. "Why don't you go see if there's something for us to eat?"

Archie searched his brother's eyes for an explanation before he shook his head in disgust and stormed into the kitchen. He muttered under his breath as he searched for food in the refrigerator. Meanwhile, Jim untied Mia's ankles and hands. She rubbed her wrists to get some feeling back into them as she glared at Jim.

"You're a mess, Darlin'. Why don't you go shower up?"

Mia looked at me and once I nodded, she pushed herself slowly off the chair and made her way toward the bathroom.

"Oh, and Sweetie," Jim called as he turned around to Mia, "don't pull any stunts. We don't want anything bad to happen to Daddy."

Mia shot him a look that would melt steel and then padded into the bedroom. In a few seconds, we heard the shower running. I heard pans slamming on the stove in the kitchen and I assumed that Archie had found something to prepare. Oddly enough, even though I was angry and scared, I realized that I was also very hungry. I hoped that they would give us something to eat, too.

In twenty minutes, Mia returned with a pink towel wrapped around her torso. As she walked past Jim, he hooked his finger in the towel and pulled it off, dropping it on the floor.

"You won't be needing that, Sweetheart."

She glared at him as he motioned for her to sit down in the chair and then he began tying her back up. Once he had her secured, he untied me. I rubbed my wrists just like Mia had done, grateful to have that damned rope off. Jim walked over to the table, picked up his gun and waved it at me.

"Okay, Pops, time for your shower. And by the way, you really need it. You smell like you've been with a hooker!"

I rose up from the chair, stiff and sore, and made my way to the bathroom.

"Hey," Jim called out as I reached the doorway. "Remember, same rules. No trouble."

When I turned around to look at him he waved his gun at Mia, who was trying to remain stoic.

"Fuck you," I hissed.

"Oh, don't worry, Pops," he chuckled. "Somebody's gonna get fucked, but it won't be me."

His words rang in my ears as I made my way to the bathroom. I didn't know what he had in mind for us, but I had to come up with a plan quick. I just felt so helpless! I had no weapons and I didn't know if I could get theirs. I decided I would just have to look for an opening and somehow turn this situation around.

The shower felt so good on my body, which was, in fact, filthy. I let the hot water run over my sore face and wrists. Even with the dire straits we were in, somehow if was reassuring to get cleaned up and feel human again. Once I was out of the shower I smelled bacon and eggs coming from the kitchen; I guess Archie did find something to cook. I dried off and walked naked back into the living room. There wasn't any use covering up with a towel; I knew they wouldn't let me keep it anyway.

In the living room, Jim motioned for me to sit at the table. He had already moved Mia up to the table still tied to the chair and once I was in place, he tied me up again. Archie brought out four plates heaped with scrambled eggs, bacon and toast. He also placed a pot of fresh coffee on the table. Thank you, Archie! Jim refused to give us silverware so we had to eat with our fingers, but that was okay; I would have eaten with my toes if I had to. Once we dug into our food, Archie asked us if it was okay, like he needed the praise. Mia and I assured him that everything was delicious and thanked him for going to the trouble of cooking. It's funny, but those few words of gratitude made Archie's face light up like it was the greatest compliment in the world. Maybe he didn't get much of that when he was growing up.

We ate quietly while Jim outlined his plans to Archie. He said that their partner, Robert, was driving up from L.A. and would arrive tomorrow night to take them far into Canada. From there, they would find a place where they could live on their money for a long time in anonymity.

"Are we going to get a ranch like we talked about," asked Archie.

"Yeah," answered Jim, "we'll find a place where we can have horses and everything. What do you think of that?"

"Man, that'll be great!" Archie said.

Jesus, it sounded like a scene from "Of Mice and Men." George and Lenny in the flesh.

We finished our meal in silence, but Archie's grin never faded. I'm sure he was still thinking about that ranch in Canada. Once we were done, the brothers moved us back to the living room. It was getting late and it looked like they were ready to get some rest. I wondered what the sleeping arrangements would be until Jim answered my question for me.

"Archie, I'm gonna lay down for a couple of hours. Keep these two tied up and I'll relieve you later. Then you can get some rest," he said.

Jim left us in the living room and later I heard the springs in one of the beds creak. Archie laid down on the couch leaving Mia and I to try to somehow get some rest in those chairs. As it turned out, she must have been exhausted because in a few minutes her head drooped on her chest and she was fast asleep. I looked over at Archie and he was asleep too; so much for guarding us. The living room was dark except for a night light that shone from the kitchen and in the dim shadows I was able to take my time studying Mia. God, she was an absolute beauty! Her skin was creamy white and unblemished and her dark hair hung in ringlets around her face. If my hands were free, I would have liked to masturbate as I looked at her pussy and tits. In fact, I realized as I sat there that I might not have to use my hands. As she shifted in her seat, unconsciously spreading and closing her legs, I got wonderful glimpses of her taught pussy and my cock responded accordingly with a constant flow of pre-cum. Daughter or not, she was still jack-off material for any man.

Chapter 5

I guess I was more tired than I thought because the next thing I heard was Jim rousting Archie awake. He sent Archie into the bedroom so he could get some decent rest and after he left the living room, Jim stood near Mia until she woke up. I was fully awake because I wanted to see what Jim was up to although there was not much I could have done. When Mia finally woke up, Jim leered at her and then unzipped his pants and pulled them down below his ass allowing his half-hard cock to spring up. He stroked his cock to a full erection as Mia watched in disgust. He wagged it in her direction, but she turned her head to look away as far as possible. With cock in hand, Jim turned and grinned at me.

"Boy, she is one sweet little piece of ass. Wouldn't you agree, Daddy? I bet you'd like to tap that, wouldn't you?"

"Jim," I interjected, "please, I'm begging you as her father..."

"Relax, Poppa," he answered, "I just want to stand here and appreciate her."

He turned back toward Mia and stroked his cock silently and eventually she turned to watch what he was doing. Then it seemed like a certain demeanor washed over her face. Her brow furrowed slightly in concentration like it did just before a karate match. Her eyes roamed up and down his torso and eventually she zeroed in on his hard-on and stared closely as his cock started leaking pre-cum. She spread her legs farther apart and then looked Jim straight in the eye. As he stroked his cock faster and harder, Mia gave him another one of those "Mona Lisa" smiles and wet her lips with her tongue. Her obscure flirtation sent him over the edge and within seconds, Jim's cock erupted and he furiously stroked out a huge load of cum at Mia's feet. She smiled at him as his face twisted in ecstasy and watched as globs of cum splashed by her feet.