'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
