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
