He clamped his hand over her mouth to silence her, muffling her cries.
Kelly tried to bite him, but he held his hand over her mouth in such a way that she could not sink her teeth into his flesh.
Holding her down on the bed, he reached over the edge of the cot, groping for the tattered remnants of the clothes he had stripped off her last night.
His hand found her torn panties, which he snatched up.
"This'll shut you up! Open your mouth, cunt!"
Kelly firmly clamped her jaws shut, refusing to open them.
"So, you want to play games, do you?!"
His knees were between her spread legs, preventing her from closing them.
Reaching between them, he took hold of her pussy lips and twisted them.
Kelly squealed in sudden white-faced pain.
He stuffed the panties into her open crying mouth, jamming them in.
He crammed the panties between her jaws, wadding them in deep.
"You're a dyke, so you ought to like having panties in your mouth! And this will make sure that they stay there!"
He tore off a strip from her shredded shirt, stretching it between her jaws, to hold the wadded panties in her mouth so she could not spit them out.
The ends of the gag were knotted tightly at the back of her head.
Kelly's frightened face turned red from the struggle.
"Yeah… that's better! Quieter!"
He chuckled, "Before I'm done with you, you'll be screaming – for more!"
The struggle, overpowering the girl, had aroused him, so that his erection lifted the front of his baggy shorts.
"Now to check out that hot little ass of yours! Yeah!"
He took hold of her buttocks, squeezing and feeling them.
His penis was so stiff it threatened to burst the straining seams of his shorts.
He spread the buttocks to the sides, opening them.
His hot breath played over her ass as he leaned his head down to peer into the dark crack of her backside.
Last night, after locking his raped step-daughter in the attic, he'd gone down for more booze, which he guzzled to excess.
He had passed out on the living room couch, not rising until late in the morning.
Now it was early afternoon, and he once more was stiff with lust.
Kelly sobbed bitter tears of rage as he poked and prodded her little hole.
Her rosebud was a deeply dimpled little wrinkled pink hole, which squirmed helplessly under the punishing, probing finger.
"Your cunt is tight – but your asshole is much tighter!"
Drool spilled down the corners of his leering mouth.
"I'm gonna split you right down the middle, bitch!"
Which is just what terrified Kelly.
"I'm gonna use your asshole for a cunt!"
He rose up, to stand on his knees, which sank deep into the mattress.
He tugged down his shorts, and his cock sprang up.
The penis quivered with rampant lust, jerking and twitching.
"Got to grease you up first," he muttered. "Otherwise, I'd never get my big fat cock into that tiny little hole!"
He took the top off a jar of lubricating jelly he had brought with him.
Knowing the way his perverted mind worked, as soon as she spied the jar, Kelly knew what he had planned for her.
Which was why she had tried to escape.
Now, her escape having been stymied, she must endure this new degradation.
Dan Waxer dipped his fingers into the goo and scooped out a mass of it.
Holding her quivering bottom cheeks apart, he smeared the grease in the crack of her ass, stuffing it in.
He pressed the goo on her little wrinkled button anus.
Pressing the tip of his middle finger into her ass, he stuffed it inside, cramming lubricant into her rectum.
Dan Waxer tired quickly of finger-fucking her ass.
He had something better to stick up her rear hole!
He took his finger out of her ass.
The wrinkled anal folds came together, closing and sealing her tender rectum.
But not for long!
Her anus and rectum tingled from the fingering.
Kelly squirmed on the bed, but between her bound hands, and her step-father hovering over her, there was no escape.
Dan Waxer mumbled, "Best grease up this big cock of mine!"
He smeared a handful of grease on the cock head and shaft, coating it.
Shining with grease, the cock jerked this way and that.
"Let's get that ass of yours up for a fucking!"
He hooked his forearm under her tummy and pulled her up, so that she was on her knees with her bottom raised high.
Her upper body sprawled on top of the stained, filthy sheets.
Holding her in position, he parted her buttocks.
Spread to the sides as they were, the buttocks pulled her little hole taut.
Sexual terror made the little pink button anus quiver and contract.
Swimming in grease, it seemed to wink at Dan Waxer.
When he took hold of his cock, excess grease oozed through his fingers.
Some of it smeared on Kelly's quivering spread buttocks.
Dan Waxer guided the rod of the cock between the buttocks.
Choking his grip, he held the cock just below its fat red head.
He rolled the head up and down the greased crack of her ass.
Her asshole quivered each time the cock head rolled over it.
Finally he pressed the cock head to the hole and kept it there.
Grunting, groaning, he applied pressure to the little hole.
It was Kelly's turn to groan – through her gag – as the relentless cock head pried open the folds of her rosebud.
Her face, deathly pale, was beaded with cold clammy sweat.
She squealed through the gag, the squeals increasing as the width of her stretched hole increased under the cock head.
At the start, the little hole had been not even as wide as a dime.
Now it would be stretched many times more than that, to take the cock.
The anal fold wrinkles were almost all smoothed out, thanks to the stretching given them by the cock head.
Dan Waxer sweated like a pig from the effort of anal penetration.
One final jab – there!
The cock head pushed past the anal ring, lodging home into her rectum.
Her gag could not fully muffle Kelly's cry of pain.
Her rectum clutched his cock head with incredible tightness.
He leaned into her now, letting the weight of his wide hips fall on the cock and thus sinking the shaft deep inside her.
He entered her slowly – not out of any consideration for her feelings, but because the tightness of her ass prevented a speedy entrance.
Her rectum was a creamy silken seething sheath, clutching his cock.
He watched the red rod slowly sink inside her.
Kelly's gasping moans deepened as more of the rod fed into her.
"Oh, Christ! Your ass is even better than your tight little cunt!"
Now his cock had achieved total penetration.
He started fucking her in the ass.
He rocked back and forth, his cock throbbing madly as he withdrew it out of her rectum until only the cock head remained inside.
He held Kelly impaled on the knobbed head of his cock for a moment.
Then he thrust into her, burying the shaft. He started slowly, his cock reaming and stretching, burrowing within.
His lust firing up, his strokes came faster and harder.
When he put it in her, he jammed it deep.
Soon he was violently assaulting her bottom with hard, rough strokes.
Kelly's pale face was turned to the side. Her eyes were squeezed shut, tears of pain clinging to fluttering lashes.
Her mouth was gagged, and her nostrils flared with the effort of breathing.
Dan Waxer's cock glowed hot and red, its temperature soaring with each stroke.
When he shoved deep, his balls pressed her ass.
Soon his cock was a blur of red motion pumping in and out of her hole.
Drool spilled from his gaping gasping mouth, to fall spattering on her buttocks.