"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!