Through a drug-induced haze of unreality, Charity felt herself being led to Gabe's old car, her legs obeying, automatically, but her mind was still, dimly, uncertainly, aware that what was happening to her was bizarre. She was, for all practical purposes, a prisoner, being led off to a cell from which there was no escape. The thought swept through her that she was as much of a captive as Donnie… and the ironic part was she had been reduced to this position by well-meaning people, the nurses and the doctor who had administered the potent sedative to her.
She balked at getting into the car, momentarily, but Gabe's strong hands forced her into the seat. "We're going home, sweetheart," he said, for the benefit of the nurse who accompanied them to the car. "Don't you understand…? We're going home, now… so you can get some rest!" He was all the concerned father, completely solicitous of her well-being.
"N-No… no…" she mumbled, "d-don't want t-to go h-home!"
"Everything will be all right… soon's you're tucked into your own bed…" It was the nurse smiling down at her with professional assurance.
Oh, NO! Her mind screamed it. You don't u-understand! You d-don't know… you couldn't kn-know… what you're sending me h-home to…!
The ride back to Redfern was a nightmare for her; she knew the streets they traveled, and she was conscious of where she was each moment. Each block of every mile was taking her closer. She had to do something. Her first attempt to escape from Gabe had been thwarted… but if she jumped out of the car when he paused at a traffic light, she could make it… perhaps she could run into a building and hide. That's it… I could hide in a ladies room… or somewhere… Oh, God… give me what I need t-to do it… now!
Watching for an opportunity, as they moved with the traffic along the streets, Charity began thinking ahead of their route, trying to remember certain locations. Finally, Gabe stopped at a four-way-stop intersection. There was a large furniture store, a small market and two service stations. If she could make it to the furniture store, she would be safe. Gabe wouldn't dare make a public uproar. There would be a telephone; she could call the police!
Her hand went out to the handle of the car's door, as Gabe braked to a stop. She pulled up, hard. The door swung open, and she began to scramble out of her seat.
Gabe saw her. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her, bodily, back into the car, slammed the door and locked it. Then, shifting gears and popping the clutch, he punished the old car into a jackrabbit start, his strong fingers still holding her tight.
"God damn it! Don't try any more stupid stunts like that!" he roared.
She whimpered, "P-Please… L-let me g-go…?"
"Not on your life! I've waited too damned long for this chance!" he grated.
"Wh-What do you m-mean…?"
"I'm going to lay you, baby doll!" he chortled. "I've wanted to fuck you ever since you started growing those pretty little tits of yours!"
"N-NOOoo! You c-can't! Y-You're my…"
"Father…?" he finished. "Like hell! You know… and I know, now… you and I are not related! Some other bastard knocked up your mother… then she made me believe I'd done it… and tricked me into marrying her. Dottie's letter was…"
"Y-You stole m-my letter…!" she accused.
"All right… I stole it… but it was nice to know the truth!"
"Mom d-did what she th-thought was r-right…" she countered.
"She lied!" His eyes were furious. "… And, she's a no-good whore! She was a whore when I married her!"
"No… no… NO!" she sobbed.
"… And, so are you!" he flung at her.
"Oooooooh, God! N-No! Th-That's not t-true!"
He looked at her, his contempt plain on his face. "You wouldn't try to deny Don's been laying you… and yesterday, both Don and Ray Donahue fucked you… at the same time?"
Charity's jaw dropped open with consternation. Shame and humiliation flooded through her. He kn-knows! Oh. God… he knows! How? Who t-told…? N-Not Donnie! Ray! I-It must have b-been Ray…!
What could she say? There was absolutely nothing she could do; it was a fact she couldn't deny. The ugly truth had caught up with her, and her only recourse was to womanly tears. They flowed, copiously, coursing down her shame-inflamed cheeks, unchecked, unnoticed.
Gabe persisted. "Well… do you deny it?"
For answer, she shook her head in negative muteness, admitting to him the depth of her degradation.
"Little bitch!" he barked. "You no-good little bitch!"
"N-No…" she managed through her tears.
"Committing incest with your brother… orgies… taking on two at a time! Christ! How many others have you laid?"
"N-None…" she mumbled. "Ray m-made m-me do it!"
"Rape…?"
"No… he th-threatened t-to tell on m-me… a-and Don!"
Gabe's laugh was short, mirthless. "Christ! That's good. No girl can be fucked… unless she wants to be!"
"H-He gave m-me something t-to drink…"
"That was your mistake… for drinking it!"
"B-But it was…"
He plunged ahead, not listening to her. "… And, I suppose you'll tell me Don forced you, too…?"
"H-He g-gave me some… marijuana to s-smoke… and…"
"Christ!" he exploded. "The whole bit… drugs… drinking… sex! Is there anything else you haven't tried?"
"… But, y-you don't u-understand…"
"I understand plenty! You're no damned good… just like your mother!"
He turned off the avenue into their shabby street. It was her last chance, she decided. As soon as the c-car stops… I-I'll j-jump out and start running… a-and screaming…
As he guided the car into the driveway, he must have been reading her mind, because Gabe reached over and took her wrist, again, in his strong fingers. "Just in case you have any ideas about running out on me, again!" he grunted.
The car was stopped, now, and he went on, "You and I are going to walk into the house… just like a loving father and his daughter… and I don't want to hear one peep out of you… or I'll clobber you!" He waved a threatening flat in her face. "Understand…?"
Her frightened eyes stared at him, unbelievingly. "You w-wouldn't…!" she said, dully.
"You want to try me… and see…?"
"N-No…" Charity murmured. She felt the pressure on her wrist increase, painfully, and she saw the mean determination on his face.
"All right… come along, then!" He almost pulled her from the car, dragging her across the seat to exit from the driver's side of the car.
Keeping a tight hold on her, he walked her up the steps to the porch, opened the front door and shoved her, quickly, inside. He locked the door from the inside, pocketing the key.
"Now…" he gloated. "You're safe at home with your ever-loving father!"
Charity turned and plunged toward the door of her own room, fleeing like a frightened gazelle. Gabe caught her in five steps and pinned her to him, holding her from behind.
"No you don't! We're going into my bedroom… and you know what's going to happen, bitch… I'm going to fuck you silly!" He panted with the exertion of catching and holding her. She struggled, futilely, in his bear-hug grasp.
"N-No… Oh, p-please… no!" she pleaded. "L-Let m-me go… p-please…?!"
"Not a chance, Charity, baby… I've waited too God damned long for this!"
He walked backward, half-dragging her into his bedroom, the room he and her mom had shared… the room where she had watched while that stranger had debauched her mother.
"NOOOooo!" she screamed.
Gabe flung his young stepdaughter to the bed, his own slightly flabby body following, pinning her there as one of his hands covered her mouth. His voice was gritty, "Let out another yell like that and I'll knock your damned head off, bitch. You're going to get fucked… and there's nothing you can do about it!"
Then, shifting his hand downward to hold her jaw, he dropped his mouth to hers, capturing her lips, covering them, completely, engulfing them, moistly, as his mobile tongue darted out to force itself between her lips and against her teeth. She resisted his kiss, attempting to turn her head aside, but his grip on her jaw prevented it, his fingers pressing with cruel force into the muscles of her jaw, at the hinge point, forcing her mouth to open to him. His tongue lashed inside to taste and savor the delicious freshness of her youth.
Frantically, she resisted him, trying to worm her body free of his weight on her, disgust and revulsion sweeping through her at the vile physical contact with this man she had considered her father… until just three days ago, but he held her down, as his other hand began to move, searchingly, over her curvaceous form, smoothing and kneading her hips while his pelvis prodded into her loins. She could feel, clearly, the bulging hugeness of his erect cock, inside his pants as it pressed against her, hard, into the triangle of her unwanting genital mound. There was no doubt at all, in her mind, that he truly intended to carry out his threat.
With all her strength, she pulled her face aside, breaking the kiss and escaping his voraciously devouring lips and struggled to free herself from his body pinning her to the mattress. She grated out at him, flaringly, "Damn you, Gabe! L-Let me go! I-I'll never l-let you d-do it to m-me!"
Crack! His open-handed slap rocked her already drug-dimmed head.
"You keep asking for it, don't you?" he grunted.
Charity moaned, a hand going to the side of her face where the ugly imprint of his hand showed, clearly.
He went on, then. "I don't want to hurt you… so you might as well make up your mind to it! Either we do it my way… or by God… I-I'll tie you up… and beat you half to death, if I have to…! And, you'll still get fucked!"
She saw the evil determination in his eyes. He meant it! His lust for her could lead him to do… anything. She could be injured, seriously. He was acting and talking like a madman. What can I do… t-to stop him?
"P-Please… don't h-hurt m-me… anymore…" she said, pitifully. Her decision had been made for her. His slap, the threat, the drug still working in her blood… all combined to weigh down on her, to defeat her. There was nothing she could do… unless she wanted to risk being mutilated!
Once again, Gabe captured her mouth, his tongue spearing into hers, probing avidly, and he rolled from her, slightly, his hand going to a full, round and firm, young breast, his fingers digging into her soft flesh through her clothing.
How can I stand it…? He's still like my father… even if I know he isn't! Living with him for so long… calling him Dad… and now… now, everything's changed! It's all so mixed up… a-and so a-awful…! A-And, it's wr-wrong… so wrong!
She struggled, again, momentarily, to escape him, trying to avoid his pillaging tongue, to shake his questing, rapacious hands from her body. It was futile. He held her in a viselike grip. Perhaps, if she gave in… allowed him to… have his way, it would be over all the sooner… and she could wait for an opportunity to slip out of the house and make good her escape, once and for all. She could just lie there, not responding and let him use her as a receptacle for his lust. After all… I don't h-have to l-like it! He's practically raping m-me… anyway… f-forcing m-me… just like R-Ray d-did!
She groaned aloud. There didn't seem to be any other way out. She was trapped… and all alone. Donnie was not there to take care of her. Then, she slumped back, relaxing onto the mattress, all of her will to fight him off gone from her. It was a groan of submissive resignation.
Gabe heard and misinterpreted her groan of defeat, from the very depths of her tortured young soul, as one of sexual arousal. It signaled his victory. He was hers, already.
"Don't worry, baby doll… I'm going to take care of you… good, but I'm going to take a little time for some fun, ahead of that… you might as well relax and enjoy it… because you'll be begging to be fucked before I'm through with you!" he bragged.
He began kissing her neck, his tongue flicking out to lave her soft skin, moistly; now, it was flicking investigatively, into her ear, its warm moistness as the tip ran around the outer edges of her tiny earlobe giving her uncontrollable shivers of unwanted delight.
"You're a beautiful little thing, Charity!" he hissed into her ear. "I've always thought so… now I'll find out how hot a piece of tail you really are!"
She lay stretched, at full length, under him, her softly curving thighs clenched tightly together, dreading the moment when he would want to touch her… down there… in that private, secret place, between her legs. She didn't want it to happen… yet she knew that it would. Each time, it had been that way: first with Don… then Don and Ray, together… and now… it was Gabe, her stepfather. She dreaded it, feared it with every fiber of her being, for somehow, she knew it would be the beginning of the end for her. She had always lost!
Leaning up on an elbow, his hand roamed, freely, down across her flat belly, on down the outside of a tapered thigh to the hem of her miniskirt, then up, again, back along the same route on the smooth, warm flesh to the triangle at the juncture of her trembling thighs, pulling the dress up, as his hand crept between to touch the wisp of nylon panties that covered her, and exposing her completely to his lust-filled gaze. His fingers probed the soft nylon that encased her loins and went smoothly in under the leg band to touch her soft, silky pubic hair, caressingly; then, he deftly used a finger, pushing it into the crease at the top of her quivering vaginal furrow, sliding it in to find the tiny bud of her clitoris.
He grinned at her salaciously as he rubbed across it, feeling it come up hard and firm under the pad of his sensitive finger. He knew it would send flashing sensations through her, for no woman, once she had been brought to full arousal, would be able to resist such teasing manipulation of her naked pussy.
Charity tried to cringe away from his questing finger. Her hips pushed down into the mattress, and she attempted to roll away from him. It was useless; she felt his strong hands, now, pulling and tugging at the thin material of his sheer, white panties, the only barrier protecting her sensitive cuntal opening from his rummaging hand.
"Oh, p-please… don't d-do that…" she moaned.
"It's a little late for that isn't it, baby you're already getting hot! Christ! That little clit of yours is hard as a rock!"
Then, twisting his hand into the leg band of her wispy panties, he gave a quick, hard yank, tearing them away from her, the thin material ripping away, leaving her tender, young loins tremblingly naked and completely defenseless before him.
Instinctively, she clamped her legs tight together, and a hand went down to cover her naked shame. "Nooo! No! Please… N-No!"
"Open those legs… bitch!" he growled. "… Or, do you want another one across the mouth?!"
"I-I c-can't! I-I just can't l-let you d-do it!" she wailed.
"You can't let me… but you sure as hell let others fuck you… didn't you?" he needled.
"Y-You don't really kn-know how it was. I-It was different…" She tried to defend her actions with Don and Ray.
"… And, that makes you nothing but a little whore… so open them up! I might even consider paying you… just like Marcy…"
She was dumbstruck. P-Pay me…? Marcy? Marcy Lunceford? He p-pays her t-to d-do it? She's a… a whore…? And, he keeps telling m-me I'm one… t-too! Why?
It was useless. She couldn't unravel it… but one thought stuck in her mind: Gabe and Marcy Lunceford, together, in bed, or in a car just didn't seem possible.
She was beaten down by his intimidating words, and as defeat, disgust and fear mingled in her, she relaxed the muscles of her thighs, slightly, allowing the white, curvingly tapered columns to part, revealing the dividing coral slit, glisteningly moist there, an auburn ring of sparse young pubic hair lining the soft femaleness of her. Peeping through, the tiny petals pouted out like a small but lower tongue, while above, the miniature phallus, her clitoral bud, throbbed pulsingly. Her whole body quivered with fear… and anticipation.
Then, in spite of her revulsion, it began for her, just as it had before with her brother and his friend.
She didn't want it to happen… but she felt his lewd finger moving on her, tracing the thin, pink furrow of her naked and defenseless young cunt, and she shivered with another feeling of revulsion; then, there was a moment of strange, tortured agony, of salacious agitation, that seared her loins with unexplainable and delicious, ecstatic need.
He insinuated the finger deeper and let it slide into the moist warmth of her trembling vaginal passage where he rotated it around in tiny teasing circles just inside the desire-slickened walls of her cuntal mouth, eliciting a long, low moan from her agonized lips.
Something was happening to her, in her helplessness; that spreading warmth in her loins, the tingling awareness, the prurient sensations that arced in her, seeming to center where his finger probed into the soft flesh of her cunt, signaled sexual arousal… and pleasure she had forbidden for herself.
His finger… Oh, God, it's driving me crazy!
Charity moaned aloud in an agony of conflicting emotions. Her nerve endings were shimmeringly alive to the electric sensations that surged in her loins… but she didn't want to respond to this father-figure… indeed, to the man she still, unconsciously, thought of as father. If it had to happen – as he said it must – she didn't want to be a party to it. Why, oh, why didn't he just put his thing in her… make his vile motions of sex and be done with it? Why did he have to keep torturing her, making her want it… need it? It all seemed so wrong… so very wrong!
Tremblingly, she squirmed her buttocks down into the soft mattress, seeking to escape the tantalizingly worming finger, her deep throated moan changing to a helpless, mewling whimper of building pleasure as he continued to taunt her taut, young pussy lips, thrusting his finger deep into her several times; then, parting the softly curling pubic hair, he made a sudden electrifying contact with the tiny, pulsing head of her firmly erect clitoris.
She could feel the moistness all around the sensitive opening, the exudation caused by his manipulating, tantalizing finger. It was unwanted and forbidden sexual excitation that now filled her whole being, and she clenched her teeth to hold back another moan of pleasure. She wouldn't allow herself to give in to the salacious feelings building within her defenseless, trembling loins.
This was impossible! She couldn't let it go on! Forcefully, she pushed up against his heavy chest, writhing and kicking, under him, in an attempt to free herself from his grip.
"P-Please, D-daddy… stop d-doing all these th-things to m-me…!"
Gabe roared with spontaneous laughter. "Daddy…? Daddy, hell! I'm not your father… and you know it! You were a little bastard… remember?"
Charity couldn't help it. It was definitely a slip of the tongue that caused her to call him Daddy, but his cutting words were too much for her.
"… B-But I-I never knew h-him… you're the only f-father I kn-know…" she sobbed. It seemed almost an unconscious attempt to appeal to whatever sense of decency remained in him.
"Shut up, bitch! You're still a bastard… and a little whore, to boot!" he growled at her.
Suddenly, she heaved her body up against him and tried to roll to her side, away from him. His constant bombardment of her with vile names, names that degraded and humiliated, was more than she could stand. She had to act… now, to put a stop to it!
The sudden force of her action caught Gabe by surprise, but he was quick. He caught her by the shoulders and wrestled her back, again, his weight fully on top of her, pinning her to the soft mattress beneath him, again.
"You little bitch… still got some fight left, eh?!" he grated, forcing his muscular leg between her thighs, parting them, forcefully, while his middle finger wormed into her, again, to plunder the moist readiness of her gently quivering vagina.
"… But you can't get away," he went on, boastfully, "because I won't let you go… until I've fucked you till you can't walk…! And, if you try to call it rape… it'll never hold water! You're legal age… and before I'm through you'll be begging me to fuck you, like I said… so relax… and enjoy it!"
"N-No… never!" she gasped through clenched teeth. "Y-You'll never m-make m-me want t-to…"
"We'll see about that!" He was supremely confident.
Then, as his weight bore down on her, Charity stopped struggling and relaxed back into the bed, the completely insane horror of her helpless, completely defenseless situation sinking into her frantic brain. There was nothing she could do!
No matter what she did or said, she was going to be used by him. She was trapped like a wild animal. All she could do, now, was lie there and allow him to take any liberty his depraved mind dictated… let his hands roam at will over her helpless, young body, fondling, kissing, licking… and sucking at her tender flesh; then, when he was ready… he would use his monstrous cock to violate her warm, moist, unwanting vaginal passage, pounding into her without mercy and squirting his lewd sperm deep into her tortured loins.
Tears of humiliation flowed down her cheeks, unchecked. The revulsion she felt for her own response to his lewdly taunting finger caught in her throat, as she became aware that the tantalizingly cruel tracing of his fingers in the soft, sensate flesh of her open genitals elicited uncontrollable sensations in the aroused wetness of her cuntal channel. His leg wedging her thighs apart made it impossible for her to avoid the plundering contact.
His raspy voice was loud and close to her ear, his breath hot against her. "Feels good doesn't it?" he taunted.
She twisted her head aside and her words stopped short in her throat; she couldn't speak, as the sensual shock of his maddening fingers massaging her throbbing clitoris and the now slightly throbbing mouth of her pussy caused her to writhe her firm rounded young buttocks down into the mattress to escape the frantic, nerve-shocking sensations that slashed at her soft, vibrant cunt.
"Oh…! Oh, OOoohh, God!" she whimpered, involuntarily, as he continued, unceasingly, to stimulate the erect, pulsing little bud between her thighs.
Gabe moved his paunchy body to kneel up over her, his strong hands holding her shoulders, immobile, to the mattress, then he lowered his head to kiss her moist, tightly clenched lips, his tongue forcing them apart and sliding deep into her mouth, as at the same time, he slipped a finger into her vaginal opening to massage her soft, nakedly defenseless cunt once more.
After a few moments he told her, "I'm going to strip you bare-assed naked, now… and you're going to cooperate!"
Dully, Charity knew that she would. At this point, there was nothing more she could do to help herself… or better her situation.
She felt herself being raised up to a sitting position, felt him fumble as he unbuttoned her blouse, heard the zipper of her skirt whisper open, and she closed her eyes, not wanting to think about what her own mother's husband was doing to her. Then, she was helping him, shrugging her shoulders as her blouse came off, raising her hips for him to remove her skirt and the remains of her soft wispy panties. Now, his busy hands were behind her, unhooking her bra, removing it, and the cool air of the room washed over the warm flesh of her full, firm and youthful breasts, the erect, distended nipples pointing, spikily, into the palms of his avid, grasping hands as he reached out to encompass them.
She gasped as his talonlike fingers enclosed the warm, vibrant flesh, his lustful hands kneading and massaging, hotly, until he began to roll the sensitive, pink nipples between thumb and forefinger which brought breathy mewls of pleasure-pain from her passion-distorted mouth.
Then, his hot, wet mouth was on her, taking one of the hardened, berrylike buds – the areola as well – into his oral cavity, his lips sucking and nibbling, his tongue licking, maddeningly. Transferring his attention to the other breast, he paid it similar homage, his long, mobile tongue trailing, finally, through the clefted, narrow valley between them. She tightened her stomach muscles, involuntarily, tensing against him, as his body slithered down and down, his tongue trailing, moistly, across the flat plane of her belly to dip, probingly, into the shallow well of her navel, teasingly, while his hands reaching out above him kept up their constant kneading of her tremulant breasts.
His hands began to shift, and she could feel them as they left her full-mounded breasts to slide, sinuously, along her rib cage to her waist, slipping on down, over the full rounded curve of her hips and the outside of her tapering thighs to her knees. Then, back up, they crept, along the inner surfaces of her warm, velvety thighs, moving stealthily, spreading her legs as they went, exposing her naked, defenseless loins, completely to his gloating gaze.
She heard his breath, raspy raw in his throat, as his hand, again worked itself into the moist open furrow, plundering her tight, nearly virginal cuntal lips. Charity kept her eyes closed tight as she felt him kneel up on the bed above her nakedness… and she could hear, clearly, the whisper of his zipper, the rustle of male clothing as it was shed. She knew he was undressing himself, and she dared not look.
Gabe saw her tightly closed eyes and chortled down at her, "You might as well look, baby doll… you'll have to… sooner or later!"
There was truth in what he said. She was involved. She was responding to him… whether she wanted to or not. The beginnings of a soaring ecstasy was building like an out-of-control forest fire in her belly.
Reluctantly, she unclenched her tightly closed eyes. She couldn't help seeing it; her eyes were drawn like a magnet to his hairy loins, below the slight paunch of his belly.
She saw his naked form, kneeling now between her widespread legs, his face distorted with lust. Her eyes swept down to see the erect penis that stood out below in obscene nakedness. Involuntarily, her eyes widened in surprise, disbelieving what she saw there. Her stepfather's hardened penis speared out into the air before him, thick and massive, and while he grinned at her lewdly, she saw his hand move to grasp it, caressingly, the huge, oversized cock throbbing in his hand.
Through horrified eyes she watched as he stroked, gently, back and forth, his hand moving the full length of it, the foreskin slipping easily over the shiny, red, blood-engorged head with each stroke. It jerked and throbbed, obscenely, in his manipulative hand. She couldn't help but stare at it!
"Pretty nice isn't it?" he teased.
"I-It's b-big!" she choked. "I-It's too b-big!"
In her imagination she saw it sliding, ponderously, into her, splitting her belly wide open. "Oh, God…"
"Those damned young kids couldn't match this!" he stated.
Dumbly. Charity continued to stare at him in miserable humiliation, the degradation of knowing what was coming, the sight of his obscenely naked penis, her own completely nude body spread out on the bed before him, helpless, defenseless, filled her with unfathomable feelings of shame… and she was utterly alone as she faced the sexual onslaught of this lust crazed man.
Even as she stared, it was this same feeling of helplessness that stirred further tinglings of unwanted desire. They came surging, somehow, from her, playing like summer lightning in her loins, discharging feelings of wanton depravity along her sensate nerve endings; nevertheless, there was a new horror in her. It was not her imagination working, now. She knew it for a fact. As she watched him on his knees, above her, obscenely, stroking himself to fully erect hardness, her eyes fixed upon his lust-filled cock in his hand, she knew, without a doubt, that it really was too big. She looked at it, now, with terror and fear. It would rip her apart! How can I ever take that… h-huge thing… inside m-me…?
"You'll really know you've been fucked… when I get this into that tight little cunt of yours!" he told her, his lewd smile of anticipation revulsing her.
Tears brimmed her eyes, again, as she realized there was nothing she could do to prevent him from ravishing her. She hardly noticed his filthy language, now; he kept using the words over and over. Her mind was too busy assessing the complete hopelessness of her position, for there was the terrible realization that there was no escape from the sexual plunder of her helpless, young body… a ravishment that was going to be carried out, no matter what she said or did. There was nowhere to turn… no one to turn to, now that Donnie could not be there with her. She was completely at his mercy.
Suddenly, Gabe leaned forward and dropped the full weight of his paunchy body upon her, forcing the breath from her lungs, momentarily, and the long, hard thickness of his fully erect cock was pulsating against the smooth softness of her belly. His brazenly searching hands, once more, were squeezing and mauling the full rounded mounds of her breasts, with savage cruelty, causing her to whimper in pain, beneath him, while his mouth sought hers, avidly, his long, agile tongue stabbing deep into her throat. There came, constantly, from deep in his chest, animallike sounds of pure lust, as he massaged, deeply, with strong-fingered power into her soft, young girl-flesh.
He raised his head, after long moments of this tantalizing torture, and said, huskily, "God! You're a luscious piece… but you're not hot enough, yet! Before I'm through sucking that tight, little cunt of yours… you'll be crawling up the walls!" he boasted.
Too late, she realized his meaning, as he moved, slithering down her body until his mouth was just inches above the coral moistness of her pussy. The horrible thought of what her own stepfather intended to do to her, now, filled her with repugnance and loathing.
"P-Please… d-don't do th-that to m-me…" she pleaded.
Already, he had placed his hands against the satiny smooth flesh of her inner thighs and was parting them, spreading them wide apart; her efforts to keep him from splaying her legs open wider were futile against his superior strength.
She whined, pitifully, in her throat, as she looked down between the twin, mounding hemispheres of her breasts to the auburn triangle of softly curling pubic hair where she could see his face, passion-distorted, poised over her softly palpitating cunt.
Kneeling between his stepdaughter's legs, his hands forcing apart the soft, young columns of her smooth, white thighs, Gabe looked down, hungrily, at the thin, gently throbbing furrow of her tight young pussy, ringed, sparsely, with soft, red-gold, auburn hair, the pink petals of her tender inner lips peeping out like two tiny, pink tongues, viscous, clear droplets of lubricating moisture clinging to them, delicately, and he smiled lewdly, in anticipation of the sensual act he was about to perform.
Charity lay there, terror-stricken, beneath him, her eyes pleading, mutely, with him not to shame her any further; then, her humiliation complete, as he ignored her, she watched, petrified, as his hands moved up between her thighs, and she felt him place his thumbs against the soft, trembling cunt lips to part the soft curls of her pubic hair, drawing them apart, ever so slowly, to expose her innermost secrets to his hungry gaze.
Then, she felt the humid warmth of his breath on her sensitive flesh, and she moaned aloud in an agony of shame and humiliation, as still watching, transfixed, unable to take her horrified eyes away from the scene, she saw him lower his head to her trembling loins and felt the moist length of his tongue slide, sinuously, into the portal of her defenseless, quivering vagina.
Tremulously, she responded, instinctively, squirming with determination, her hips grinding back and away from him, jerking, convulsively, in an attempt to escape the humiliating outrage he was performing against her defenseless, naked pussy, as a seething revulsion stirred in her for the man she had known as father for most of her life, this man who was using his warm tongue down between her open thighs, building an unwanted passion within her almost to the bursting point.
"OOOOoooh… My God! OOooh n-no! NOOooo!" she groaned.
She didn't want it, but she could no longer deny the reality of it. Her mother's husband's tongue was there snaking up into her unreceptive, yet rapidly surrendering cunt… and she could not stop it.
In the midst of her shame, the unwanted sensations of forbidden pleasure began to surge through her whole body from the insane, animalistic stimulation of her moist, trembling cuntal slit. Desperately, she tried to keep her mind from acknowledging the wild, sensual twinges of sexual need that stabbed, tantalizingly, through her, searing her loins with lightning flashes of ecstasy and subverting her body to his lewdly salacious will. And… in spite of all, her traitorous body demanded its own way… and won!
Then, she was aware that Gabe's eyes were watching her, peeping gleefully up over the softly curling hair of her pubic triangle. His eyes studied her facial reactions up through her breasts, while his mouth and tongue slaved there, below, in the widespread cuntal passage between her legs. His mouth made obscenely moist sucking sounds, and she knew, in a sudden flash of insight, that he was watching… and waiting… for her final, unconditional surrender to his lewdly sucking mouth.
I-I won't let him… I-I can't g-give in t-to him…! But those feelings… down there… between my legs! OOooh! His tongue's so wild… it's driving me crazy!
Gabe's eyes stared bug-like up over her genital mound, observing every expression on her lovely, passion-contorted face, his tongue thrusting into her, unceasingly, racing in and out of her now wild, scorchingly hot vaginal passage. Tears rolled from her eyes, again, as he watched with sadistic pleasure. He knew it would be soon, the space of a few moments, until her already squirming body would lose the battle against him… and also with her own proud little mind.
You're going to go all the way, baby doll. You'll be all mine… to do anything with… anything I want…!
Suddenly, he shifted his mouth upward, his lips probing, until he found the erectile, pulsing shaft of the miniature phallus, her throbbing clitoris. He heard her mewling whimper of agonized ecstasy as he took the tiny, quivering bud between his teeth, gently; then, holding it firmly, he ran his agile tongue in tiny teasing circles around it, finally, coming to the sensitive head where he licked and sucked without mercy.
He was gratified, as almost instantly, he felt the involuntary undulation of her loins grinding up at him in uncontrollable, rhythmic counterpoint to his obscenely licking tongue. Her head began to flail, tossing her auburn locks to and fro, the sensations generated in her seething little pussy so intense that she could only agonize; then, he heard new moans of pleasure, interspersed with whimpers of helplessness, emitting from deep in her chest.
This is it!
Reaching under her, he pulled her legs up, sliding his arms under them, until her knees were hanging up on his shoulders, her shapely calves draping down across his back and his hands slid in under the quivering, full-rounded orbs of her buttocks to cup them up, cruelly, tight against his maddeningly swirling tongue.
Charity's cries of involuntary pleasure resounded in the bedroom as he shoved his long, moist tongue deeper into the searing, coral depths of her wildly pulsating cunt. With trembling hands, she reached downwards to him, the desperate battle raging within herself lost, now, her fingers entangling themselves in his hair to pull his face tighter into her steaming loins.
He had won! She was his! Now, he was absolute master of the situation! He could do anything he pleased with her, and he chuckled his victory aloud. Christ! This'll be one fuck she'll remember… all her life!
Yet, again, Charity's body had betrayed her. He was in complete command, now, and she could only obey, instinctively, the demands her loins made on her. Her buttocks squirmed and undulated, moving in circles upward to his plunging lingual member as she pulled his mouth close into her. Lightning played across her belly when she felt his warm, moist tongue nick down, suddenly, to taunt the hidden, tiny, brown ring of her anus.
Her scream died in her throat. She wanted to scream, but it was changed, at the last instant, into a moan of helpless, sensual pleasure as his hot, wet tongue played at the nerve-charged opening. For him, it was only a momentary detour from his main goal, for in the next few moments, his long, agile tongue was laboring again in the tender flesh of her now, more-than-ready cunt.
Then… she cried out, the sound of her voice unnaturally loud to her, it seemed, the moaning cry coming from deep in her tortured soul. The decision had been made for her. She couldn't resist any longer. It was pointless to do so… because now, she wanted it… needed it… more than anything else in the world.
"Gabe! Oh, Gabe… Ooooooooooh! Ooooh, God! GAAaaaabbbbe!" she groaned in helpless ecstasy, her head flailing from side to side.
He could hardly contain his elation. In a few moments he was going to get what he had waited so long for from his hot little stepdaughter, and it was hard to believe that it was really happening to him. Damn! He was going to cram his big, aching cock into her tight, young cunt… and fuck her silly. He could feel the load of cum building in his balls… and, now, he could hardly wait to get it into her cute little pussy.
Jerking his head free of her insistent, hair-entangling hands, he raised up to look at her, leeringly.
"You're getting hot, now… almost ready to fuck! That tight, little cunt of yours is really asking for it!" he rasped.
Charity lay trembling, unable to move away from him; it was almost as though she didn't want to move, now that the moment she dreaded had arrived. Then, she knew! She had to have it… now! Her whole world centered in her throbbing loins.
Magnetically, her eyes were drawn to and locked on his long, massive, pulsing cock, and she knew she had to have it inside her, racing in and out of her hotly quivering vaginal passage. She had to have it or she would go insane. Even the great pain she knew it would cause her, as it forced its way into her tight little pussy – that had only been stretched by boys before, would be welcome. Anything would be better than hanging on the brink in unsatisfied limbo of full arousal. God! Why doesn't h-he just p-put it in… a-and fuck m-me?
Gabe was over her, on his hands and knees, now. His face was contorted into a sadistic leer, as he ordered, "All right, Charity, baby… take my cock in your hand and guide it into that hot, little cunt of yours!"
This was the moment!
Her brain spun, turning flip-flops inside her skull. She froze. God! She couldn't do it!
"NOOooo! Oh, no! D-Don't make m-me do th-that… too…!"
"Put it in, bitch!" he snarled.
Forced, against her will, helplessly, she reached out, sliding her tiny hand down over her flat belly, between them, her fingers reaching for his monstrous, hardened rod of blood-engorged flesh, and her hand stopped short, an inch away; somehow, she couldn't bring herself to this final act of degradation. She groaned aloud, "Noo…!"
"Do it… bitch… or so help me… I'll…!" He didn't finish. He dropped his head, suddenly, and took a pink, spiky nipple into his mouth… and bit down on it, salty blood flowing warmly into his mouth from the slight wound.
"Ooooooooooh!" she wailed, her hand, instantly, reaching the final inch, her tiny fingers encircling his thick, lust-inflated prick to feel for the first time the true enormity of its massiveness. He had made his point, painfully… and she had to act.
Gabe raised his head to glare at her. "That's more like it! Now, let's go… all the way, baby doll!"
Working the bulbous head up and down between her open thighs to part the sparsely hairlined lips of her trembling, moistly ready cunt, she placed the tip of it at the mouth of the tiny, fearfully pulsating channel. She reeled, almost in shock, with both fear… and anticipation.
The shiny red cockhead paused there, at the entrance, momentarily; his prick flexed, involuntarily and moved against her, sending shivers of pure, delightful sensuousness through her sensate loins.
Flicking his hips forward, slightly, Gabe forced the great, blood-engorged head into the tight, elastic sheath, stretching the sensitive flesh, cruelly, and Charity was certain that his monstrous cock was tearing her apart as she felt her tender cleft stretch ever more and more with every fraction of an inch that it went into her.
The pain of it, now, was more than she could stand. She screamed for mercy. "Oooooooh! G-God!Noooooo! It's r-ripping me… I-I can't stand it! P-Pleeeeeaaasssse!"
Through pain-tortured eyes she begged him for mercy, but she saw on his face, instead, such a mask of pure, sadistic pleasure, she knew he would not hear her pleading.
For Gabe, it was pure delight to watch her suffer… for a while, as with inexorable pressure, he continued his brutal impalement of her tortured cunt. Inch by painful inch he forced his massive cock into her quivering vaginal vault, until, suddenly, he thrust with every erg of his energy, shoving the rock-hard shaft spearing up into her tightly resisting cuntal passage with the force of a rutting bull.
Charity screamed, again, with the searing pain of it. "Aaaaaaaauuuuuuugggghhh! I-It's killing m-me…"
Words failed as a means of communication between them; there was only the animalistic, sexual connection, and his shaft raced, thick and lustful, with full length and breadth, into the coraline softness of her vaginal passage, pushing waves of warm, resisting flesh before it, searingly, until she felt his heavy, ball-filled sac smack into the open anal crevice between her smooth, round-cheeked buttocks, upturned nakedly, helplessly, beneath him.
He lay still, heavy and immobile, on top of her, his breath rasping in his lungs; then, he grunted and expanded his deeply buried cock, flexing it inside her, against the tight cuntal sheath of warm sex-flesh and ground it into her vagina, deeper yet, for another fraction of an inch.
Charity groaned; every ridge of his great prick could be felt deep up inside her belly. He repeated the expanding action several times, each muscular movement eliciting moans of agony and shame, resonating from deep in her chest.
After a few moments, surprisingly, her sensitive, stretched cuntal walls began to adjust to the massive presence of his throbbing cock shoved deep up into the moist warmth of her tremulant pussy.
Her whimpers and moans of pain came with less frequency as he commenced a slow, undulantly grinding movement of his pelvis that insinuated his prick even more tightly into her naked loins, expanding and stretching the resilient walls of her vaginal sheath more and more, until her agonized groans of pain became mewls of forbidden pleasure, humming in her throat, and she couldn't control them; they just came from her unbidden… and unwanted.
And… she was suddenly on fire with forbidden passion. Uncontrollably, her hips began to move under him, grinding in tiny tight circles up against him, countering him in perfect rhythmic thrusts.
She's ready to beg for it, now! Gabe smiled a lewd smile of triumph, as he levered himself up on his arms, above her. He pulled his hardened prick out of her now gently clasping channel until only the throbbing tip, blood-engorged and bulbous, remained between the fleshy folds of her softly hairlined cunt. Hungrily, her loins followed, attempting to regain it… but he wouldn't allow it; he kept the great cockhead there, immobile, in the warm elastic lips of her demanding vaginal canal.
"Now, Charity, baby… you can start begging me to fuck you!" he commanded.
"B-Beg…?" she mumbled, not understanding.
"Yes, God damn it! Beg for it!" he roared at her.
"OOooh… n-no! I-I can't… just g-go ahead… and d-do it… t-to me…"
Charity flailed her head from side to side in frustration and humiliation, feeling both, strongly, as she whimpered up at him, her legs widespread, expectantly, beneath him.
"Beg!" he snapped. "Your brother and his friend must have taught you the words… didn't they?" He expanded the lust-inflated cockhead, again, just inside, against the sensation-hungry walls of her cuntal passage.
She purled mewlingly in ecstasy, under him. She couldn't help it, now. Every fiber in her being rejected it; she didn't want to say it, but, again, she was being forced to do it, against her will… forced to say obscene words, if she were to get what she now desperately wanted. She had to have it… and there was nothing she could do except beg!
"F-Fuck me!" she spat up at him. "Oh, God… how I-I need it! I w-want you t-to fuck me… now! P-Please?" Her words rasped out at him between tightly clenched jaws. It was the final humiliation. There was nothing left to her, now… only her perverse desire for that huge cock that taunted at her inflamed, needful pussy.
"Where, damn it… where do you want to be fucked?" he prodded, demandingly.
"I-In my c-cunt!" she answered. She found it easier, now, and she went on, "Fuck m-me in my cunt… quick! I-I can't stand it any l-longer!"
"Get on with it!" he prompted. "With what?"
"Your cock! I-I want you t-to fuck me in the cunt w-with that big c-cock of yours!" she said, completing the litany.
She shivered, then, with the ecstasy of the moment, as he began to rock above her, thrusting into her with short, smoothly powerful strokes, and her body began to respond of its own volition. Now, she knew that she was totally involved. There was no more will to struggle against it; she only wanted to surrender herself, totally, to the perverse, wanton desires of her flesh, and when the thought of her unconditional capitulation to her own stepfather – and what it meant – flashed through her confused mind, it brought her further excitement, the summer electric storm in her grounded in the close tight sheath where her mother's husband's big cock pistoned in and out with rhythmic ferocity.
Faster and longer Gabe fucked it into her, and Charity's whole body responded to the increased speed and depth of his strokes. She began to squirm and writhe beneath him, as he lowered his lust-twisted mouth to hers to engulf her lips in his. She pushed her tongue deep into his throat to be sucked and nibbled, moaning, incessantly, now, up into his face, her passion-crazed mind willing to accept anything he chose to do to her. Her naked, sensate cunt ground up to him, matching the tempo of his plunging cock, accepting all of his length and breadth deep up in her seething, needful loins.
Charity's lovely young face was contorted with ecstatic desire, her eyes glazed, nostrils flared and her breath came in panting rhythm with his plungingly masterful cock.
Never, in her young life, had she known that such rapture could come to her. She had never expected that from the manipulation of her genitals, the licking and sucking of her then unwanting cunt to this very moment with her stepfather's big cock pistoning into her sensation-filled vagina, filling it completely, fulfilling her, that she would ever want anything so much. It was absolutely marvelous… and she forgot, temporarily, that the man, above her, was the man she had considered her father, until just three days ago.
Then, she discovered, as she moved in concert with him, slithering her cunt up and down his thick, hardened member, that the sensations created were more intense, more delicious… more unbearably ecstatic, and she realized she hadn't really known that lying beneath a man, his big cock racing up her cunt, being fucked against her will, being raped, almost – until she had changed from not-wanting to wanting – could possibly be so pleasurable… so utterly fantastic.
Another thought that came to her, it's insight lighting a candle of understanding in her mind, was that she wanted to give pleasure in return. She thought she hadn't wanted it at first, but this wonderful thing had been given to her, against her will, initially, but now, it was different. Now, she wanted to give herself to him… in return.
"Don't s-stop fucking m-me… Gabe…!" she gasped into his face.
He lifted his mouth from hers and grunted, "It's all the way, now… baby doll!"
Reaching down between them, now, he slid a hand over her gyrating buttocks, working smoothly beneath him, searching in the moist crease between them for the defenseless, puckered circle of her rectum. He dipped a finger in the viscous moisture that trickled down from the cock-filled cunt lips above and ran it around the perimeter of the tiny, brown opening before he placed the tip of it solidly against the rubbery softness of her anus. He felt the shock of it in her body, heard her sharp, quickly drawn breath as he pressed against the elastic, puckered opening to gain an entrance there.
"I'm going to give you something to remember, now. My finger's going right up your asshole… as far as I can shove it!" he grunted.
This was it!
And somehow, she found his lewd words exciting. They inflamed her passion further, for now, she wanted that, too! She wanted to be hurt… until she screamed.
"Y-Yes! Oh, yes! M-Make me scream with it! That's what I-I want! Shove your f-finger right up m-my asshole and make me scream!" she cried.
Suddenly, she was overcome with a delirious rapture of anticipation. He didn't make her wait for it. Pushing hard, his finger went through the barrier of elastic muscle and surged up into her, smoothly, all the way to the palm of his hand. She screamed at the initial entrance, as his finger speared into the sponginess of her unstretched rectum. Never had she felt the delicious agony of such pleasure-pain before. It was, somehow, more intense, her nerves more ready to respond, for in a very few moments, she adjusted to the foreign presence in her backside, trying to skewer herself, even deeper, on his long, middle finger. She realized, dimly, that it was an insanely masochistic desire, but now, she strained to absorb both torturing shafts into her wantonly ecstatic belly.
Now, Gabe began to plunge in and out of her with increased speed, feeling the bulge of his finger against the underside of his cock clearly, in the thin, separating tissues, inciting the aching rod to even faster and deeper thrusts into the tight, clasping sheath of her cunt.
She writhed, wildly and uncontrollably, beneath him, her cunt nibbling up and down his hardened shaft with ever-building fury, white, tapered thighs jerking, splaying open and closed, toes curling and slaving buttocks moving her anus on his finger in abject submission to his double ravishment.
He couldn't wait any longer. Back behind his balls, he felt the building well of sperm attempting to break through the dam of hardened penile flesh. He began to pound into her with increased speed, depth and vigor, popping his finger from her now wide-stretched rectum to concentrate on his own driving need. Then, using both hands, he pressed her knees back, cruelly, until they framed her face, mashing back against her mounding young breasts until her whole genital plane was exposed and defenseless against his pile-driving cock.
. Charity's lovely face was contorted with wantonly reckless passion. She felt it coming to her, the dizzying heights of her orgasm poised on the brink of supreme rapture, and she began to croon up into his face.
"Oh, OOooh, OOOOooooh! Fuck m-me! Hard! Fuck me… deep… and hard!"
Slaving away above her, he stroked in and out of her, wildly, his jackhammering pelvis rocking her down deep into the mattress… and he could feel the walls of her cunt clasping and unclasping around his hardened length as he slammed his big, aching cock home with every stroke, the ever-expanding, blood-engorged head flicking her womb as it struck the far back wall of her vaginal glove with every surging plunge.
Then… then, it was there… for her!
It surged over her, drowning her in indescribable sensation. She tossed her head, wildly, as convulsive waves of orgasm swept over her, and she was transported, momentarily, on a cloud of vaporous euphoria and limitless, deep-space rapture. As from a distance, across time and space, she heard herself, repeating the ecstatic animallike cry of satiated female, "OOoooOOOOH! IIIII'mmmmm cuuummmmiiinng! Aaaaaaaaaauuuuuggggghhh!"
Above her jerking body, her stepfather, battering into her naked, upturned loins, cradled between her wide splayed legs, felt the surging tremors rippling through her young pussy beneath him, even as he knew that his own was beginning for him, deep in his expanding balls.
… And, suddenly, he was cumming, too, the viscous, hot sperm jetting forcefully, in spurting founts of semen, from the lust-inflated tip of his cock far up into the moist, wildly clasping confines of her open, still hungrily sucking cuntal cavern.
"AAAuuugh! God… baby doll… that gorgeous cunt of yours… is milking my balls dry!" he panted; then, with an agonized groan, he collapsed on top of her, his full weight pinning her, immobile, to the mattress.
After long minutes, lying under him, muscles relaxing in stages into final quiescence and complete sexual satisfaction, she was aware that his long, slow breathing meant he was on the edge of sleep. She tried, futilely, to wriggle free of his weight.
He roused himself, groggily, "Hey… what…?"
Charity pushed hard up against his heavy chest. "Let me up…"
"Why…? Stay here… and rest for a little while…"
"No… Gabe…!" she said, firmly. "You got what you wanted… now I w-want to get up!"
"I sure as hell did…! And, you really popped, too! How was it?"
"It was… g-good… Gabe. Now, let me get up… I've got to go take care of m-myself… I-I might get pregnant…"
"Damn… that felt like more… later on… so stick around!"
"All right… later's okay for me…" she lied. "Can I get up, now?"
"Yeah… well, all right, but get your ass right back in here with me!"
Reluctantly, then, he rolled from her, his cock pulling from her with a faint wet sucking noise. She raised herself to a sitting position and noted that his lancing member of a few moments ago was now rapidly deflating. Sliding across the bed, she swung her legs to the floor, and with her hand clasping her cleft walked quickly, in her nakedness, into the bathroom. She didn't look back at her stepfather, lying nude in the middle of the big, double bed, for she had no intention of ever returning to that room. She closed the door, firmly, behind her and shot the bolt to lock him out of her life… forever.