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!