F Hemmingway - A family saga Volume Two

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 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.