Phil Evans entered his house as he usually did at around 6 every weeknight. Once he'd put down his briefcase and coat, he went upstairs to change out of his suit. For once, it was quiet in the house and he decided to take advantage of it by putting on some sweats and having a cold beer or two.

Getting his beer, Phil decided to go into the basement and piddle around on a pet project of his. He hadn't made it halfway down when he heard muffled grunts. Hitting the lights, Phil was shocked to see two young girls lying on the floor, bound and gagged!

One was his cute 11-year-old daughter Dana, while the other he recognized as her best friend, Marcy.

"Good God! What happened here?" Phil exclaimed.

"Mmmnnmmnnnnpphhh!!!"

"Ughgghhhppphhh!!"

Neither girl could answer of course. They were tightly gagged.

Phil immediately began to untie the girls, starting with his daughter of course. Whoever had tied them knew what he, or she, was doing. They were strictly hog-tied, with thin cotton cord binding wrists to ankles. More rope was cinched around their upper bodies and knees as well. Phil frowned when he saw that they were wearing bikinis, including one that he had forbade Dana to wear. His daughter had long brown hair and a beautiful face. She was unusually tall and well-developed for her age; a fact that drove him crazy as he had seen many a grown man ogling her lately-especially at the beach. Marcy was even worse-or better, depending on how you looked at it. She was several inches shorter, but the pouty-lipped blonde made up for it with a sinfully developed body. She was, at 12, literally all tits and ass. Moreover, she dressed the part, always wearing the tightest clothes and/or smallest bikinis. Even Phil had caught himself staring at her several times.

The knots were impossibly tight; he'd need a knife to cut them, so he worked on their gags. Immediately Phil was amazed at the tightness and complexity of the muzzles they wore. These weren't just a piece a duct tape slapped on. Dana's face was bright red and her mouth was literally packed with cloth. On top was a sheet or something that had a huge knot in the middle. This had been forced into the poor girl's mouth, jacking it wide open. Try as he might, Phil couldn't get his fingers into the cinched knot behind her head. He then tried to pull the knot out, but that also proved impossible. It was in too deep.

"Honey, I can't get you lose with out something to cut with. Hang on, and I'll be right back!"

"Ummpghhghh!!!"

"Muuunnnnnppphhh!!"

Both girls mewed in a combination of frustration and anger as Phil looked around for a thin blade. He located one upstairs and ran back down. He started to cut the ropes, but a garbled grunt and a shake of her head to him that Dana wanted the gag off first. He carefully sliced the cloth and pulled. That didn't work. The knot was too big to simply pull straight out. He had to use his fingers to actually work the knot out of his young daughters' mouth. Phil waited for Dana to speak but incredibly, she was still gagged! Phil turned her up and saw that she had some sort of packing inside. Gingerly, he pulled the wadding out. It too, was huge and Phil couldn't believe anyone, much less a young girl, could have so much material packed in her mouth. As he pulled the massive wad out, Dana began to retch and cough. However, that still wasn't the end to it. A thin strip of sheeting had been very tightly cinched between her lips. Phil could only assume this was to prevent the wadding slipping down too far and cause actually choking. It also served to keep the girl's tongue trapped down and nearly useless.

Once Phil cu that one free, Dana was finally ungagged. For several moments she lay there gasping and working her jaws around.

"My God, you poor baby. Let me cut you free..."

"No Daddy. Ungag Marcy first!" Dana croaked.

She was right, and Phil worked on Marcy, who wore a gag very similar to Dana's. The same retching and coughing occurred when Marcy's oral cavity was freed, but she reacted in a different way when the final gagging material was off.

"That... bastard! Auugh! This hurts!"

"Who? Who did this?"

"Daddy please... cut me loose!"

"Ok..."

It was as Phil freed them from their bonds that he noticed the crotch rope. Some of the thin cord had been tied around the waist and then looped down and between the girl's legs. It had several strategically placed knots and was cinched terribly tight. Their tiny bikini bottoms offered little protection against this assault. Phil was flustered and embarrassed cutting this piece loose.

Once both had been totally freed and given water Phil asked his main question again. "What the hell happened here Dana?"

The girls looked at each other and then Dana answered.

"It was Billy, Daddy! He did this to us!"

Phil looked at them, completely stunned.

Billy was Dana's sister and his 12-year-old son.