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A family saga Volume Two

A family saga Volume Two

F T Hemmingway A family saga Volume Two


    Many things were now extremely clear to Gabriel Scott. He settled back in his favorite chair nursing his gin tonic, promising himself that, tonight, he wouldn't get sloppy drunk. Hell! He had waited too damned long! After having read the note his wife, Dottie, had written to her daughter, Charity, revealing the truth of her paternity, Gabe's memory went back to years ago when he and Dottie were married.
    How had it happened? He hadn't understood it then. He hadn't understood why or how it was that Dottie had ignored him… then, suddenly, before he knew what was happening, he was married to her. He had had Dottie out on a couple of dates, but he hadn't been able to get a third one with her; meanwhile, he knew, she had been dating some of the Redfern College men. Christ! He hadn't had time to ask himself what was happening. She was just there… and available. He had taken her to a drive-in movie and was pleasantly surprised when she allowed some heavy petting.
    … But, on their next date, that same week, she had pleaded not feeling well and didn't want to go skating.
    "… Maybe, we could just go for a ride, in your car… Gabe…" she suggested. "If you don't mind…?"
    He had been driving his old Mercury station wagon, the car on which he had, painstakingly, restored the wooden body to its original condition. He was proud of the car and liked to show it off. Naturally, he wanted to show Dottie off, too. He cruised the streets of Redfern, stopping at a drive-in hamburger stand that was a favored hangout for the high school crowd. They ate burgers, fries and drank Cokes. Gabe felt just a little proud to be seen with the girl who was, undoubtedly, the most beautiful in their senior class. She was by far the most popular, too, and he didn't question why she chose to go out with him. The fact that she was there with him was enough… and there seemed to be a promise of more intimacy to come. Damn! She's beautiful! I wonder if I've got any chance at all… of getting next to her…? Christ! I'll bet she's a damned good lay!
    It hadn't taken very long to find out. As they drove away from the hamburger stand, Dottie had slid over close to him. "Let's drive up into the mountains, Gabe… where it's nice and quiet… okay?" she asked.
    "… And private…?" he added.
    "Real private!" Dottie affirmed.
    With a worried look at the fuel gauge, he made a quick estimate of the distance and a mental calculation of the money he possessed. He couldn't do it, he decided, but he could find that privacy. It was not very far away. He laid it on the line to her, honestly, "I don't have enough gas… or money, Dottie… but I know a place where we can park… and have all the privacy we want…"
    She snuggled her face into his shoulder and murmured, "Go wherever you want to… we don't have to go to the mountains."
    Damn! Her talk of privacy had his mind whirling, already. Was she thinking about what she was saying? Some real privacy could lead to real lovemaking, not just the heavy petting she had allowed him the last time. Christ! I'm getting hot, already… just thinking about the possibility of getting it into her!
    Gabe had driven out the avenue past the turnoff to his own home. The whole area was planted in citrus, the groves bordering the avenue thickly with only an occasional house standing tall and Victorian amidst the trees. He turned onto a dirt road to the left, stopped at a locked gate, got out of the car, produced a key to the padlock, opened it and drove the car through. As he got back into the car, Dottie asked him, "How come you've got a key…?"
    "We're on the back side of my old man's property," he told her, "and our house is just down this road a ways…"
    He became expansive, then. "It's all going to be mine… someday!"
    "Do you want to raise oranges…?"
    "Yeah… I guess so," he said, "My granddad planted the trees, my dad inherited the place… and it looks like I'm expected to carry it on. Soon as I graduate I'm supposed to go to work for Dad, full time!"
    She was impressed. "Not very many boys know exactly what they're going to do!" she observed.
    "I guess not…" He was nonchalant. He had parked the Mercury in a little cleared area where agricultural implements were stored. There were barrels of oil, lubricants, fuel and pesticides stacked about. When he turned off the car's lights it was almost pitch black and very few sounds penetrated through the thick foliage of the orange trees.
    "Is this private enough?" he asked, reaching out for her.
    Dottie had come easily into his arms, her face lifted to him for his kiss. He kissed her tenderly, at first, and as her lips parted he thrust his tongue, hungrily, into her mouth to probe, taste and savor her. Her avid response surprised him.
    With a little moan, she had pressed against him, the mounding hemispheres of her breasts crushing up warmly between them. He felt the slight tremor in her body that seemed to signal desire. In the darkness, he pulled back from her, slightly; he could barely see the outlines of her face. Her eyes were closed; her mouth still parted. Christ! She's got hot pants!
    His hand reached out to her, found and encompassed a breast, his fingers kneading and massaging as his lips found hers, again. He found himself mumbling, "God… you're beautiful, Dottie!"
    For answer, another little moan escaped her lips, and she tentatively snaked her tongue into his mouth, searchingly. He sucked it, gently, for a few moments, then, voraciously, as she became bolder, her tongue, searching and teasing the inside of his mouth.
    Below, the hot blood surged, quickeningly, and his tumescent, erect penis throbbed and jerked against the confining fabric of his pants. He shifted, uncomfortably, in the seat of the car, his hand going to his crotch to move his aching cock to a more comfortable position; then that same hand drifted to her warm, smooth thigh, moving up under her skirt to the wisp of nylon panties that encased her loins.
    "No… p-please, Gabe… I'm not…" she mumbled up into his mouth, pulling back only slightly, her objection not entirely convincing, as his hand continued to wander, searchingly, over the warm smoothness of thigh and hip.
    "I've got to… have you… Dottie! God! I'm so hot…! I've got to… to fuck you! I love you… so very much!"
    She pulled away from him and smoothed down her skirt. "I–I like you, too… Gabe… b-but love… a-and sex… are for marriage… and…" She turned her head away from him.
    "Couldn't you learn to love me…?"
    Facing him, again, she said, "Y-Yes… maybe… but we can't… well, you know… we couldn't do it… before we…"
    "Before we get married…?" He finished her unspoken sentence.
    "… But… if we were sure…?"
    "How could we ever be sure?" she asked.
    "God, Dottie! I've loved you for months… already… ever since you came to school the first day after you moved here!"
    His confession of love for her came from a youthful heart, a heart brimming over with sentimentality, but in truth, it was the virile member, aching for carnal knowledge of her that throbbed out its message there below. His was a common confusion, the misunderstanding of the meaning of love, which is the substitution of sex for love.
    Gathering her into his arms, again, he kissed her with brutal force, then more tenderly as she melted against him, her breath beginning to come in short panting gasps; while his hands moved on her, she responded to him more and more until, finally, his searching hand, below, slipped between her thighs… and her legs parted, slightly, to allow him access. God! He almost went insane with desire. Now, he knew that she was aroused… ready to be laid! And, he could hardly wait, as he stroked and massaged the moist warmth of her cunt through the thin nylon barrier of her panties.
    "Oh, Gabe… n-no… we mustn't…" she gasped, but in his highly aroused state, there was no stopping him, as with a boldness born of desperate need, he reached up for the elastic band at her waist and pulled her panties down over her curvaceous hips and thighs. Again, her voice told him no but her actions said plainly yes. He hadn't had to work very hard to get her panties off; she had helped him and he hadn't been aware of it. "P-Please, Gabe we mustn't… I–I've never…"
    "I love you… Dottie! I've got to…"
    He was clumsy and inexperienced; she managed to guide his finger to her clitoris, and when she was ready, she helped him to get his erect and pulsing penis into the proper position, after he had, himself, tried… and missed. With proper surprise, she remarked his size and virility.
    "Oh, Gabe… i-it's so huge… it'll hurt me! N-No!"
    Blinded by passion, proud of his virile cock and sure that he was the first, he had gone into her with a rush of youthful vigor, jackhammering his virgin cock into her like a young, rutting bull, concentrating on his own enjoyment and his great need to cum to the exclusion of all else.
    … But, had he been aware, he would have known that he could not possibly have been the first. She was not virgin, although her cunt was tight and firm around his rampaging cock… and she was too knowledgeable, even though she had tried to hide her experience behind a facade of demure maidenliness. He had been too callow… too raw a youth, and he fell into an ages-old trap.
    Dottie exploded into orgasm under his pounding cock, screaming out her pleasure to the stygian darkness of the orange grove. "Ohhhhh! Oh, God! Gaaaaaaaaabe! I'mmmmmmmm cuuuummmmmiiinnnggg! AAaaaaggghhh!"
    His own ejaculation was not far behind her soaringly rapturous ecstasy. The liquid fire of his sperm shot from him deep up into her belly. Christ! He had never felt anything like that before. It was wonderfully new and strange… and he loved her for it! "Oh, God! I love you, Dottie!"
    Then… it had been two weeks later — there had been other nights of clandestine sex, wild, carefree and careless, in the back of his station wagon parked in the orange grove — when she had told him, "G-Gabe… you keep s-saying you l-love me… a-and I–I love you, too… but now w-we've got to do s-something about it…"
    "What do you mean…?"
    "We've got to g-get married… I'm going to h-have a b-baby!" she told him in a rush.
    "My God! How do you know… for sure?"
    "I'm sure!" she said. "N-nature doesn't lie!"
    Within another two weeks, Gabe and Dottie were married. There had been the usual family recriminations, but in the end Dottie had moved into the Scott house where the newlywed couple set up housekeeping.
    I was a blind, stupid fool… any son-of-a-bitch could have figured it out! Dottie trapped me… made me think that Charity was my kid…! And, she fooled me… for all these years! Of course, Donnie's mine… there's no doubt about that!
    He nursed his drink and waited. She would have to come back, he told himself; Dottie's little bastard daughter would have to come back, because she had taken nothing with her. She had merely left for a few hours… But, when you get back Charity, baby… I'm going to give it to you… but good!
    All his hate, his frustrations and his failures were concentrated in a warped plan for revenge… against his wife's daughter, Charity.

    Don Scott and Ray Donahue had skipped out of school. They lounged on a grassy mound on the downtown shopping mall, their conversation centering around possible ways of raising their stake before they split for the streets.
    "We could hit a liquor store or a service station…" Don suggested. So far he had avoided telling Ray about the robbery of the salesman; he had no intention of telling him. Hell! He might want a split… because I used his gun!
    "It's too risky, Don!" Ray told him. "I don't dig that! They really lay you out on that kind of a charge… if you get caught!"
    "You got any better ideas…?"
    "Whatever we do it's got to be safe!"
    Ray looked off down the street to where a vaguely familiar figure was seated near a fountain. "Hey, man… isn't that your sister…?" He pointed.
    "Yeah… it sure as hell is!" Donnie's heart skipped a beat. What the hell is she doing downtown?
    "Man… is she built! I'll bet she's a real mink… when she's turned on!"
    Without thinking, Don reacted to his statement with an affirmative, "Yeah, man… she's something else…"
    Ray looked at him in disbelief. "Like… are you saying you've laid her… your own sister…?"
    "I didn't say any such thing!" Don barked.
    "Don't try to put me on, man… I heard you, and I saw the way you looked at her!" Ray said. "You must've fucked her!"
    "… And, what if I did…?"
    "You trying to save it all for yourself?" Ray leered.
    "What are you driving at…?"
    "Christ, man! It's right in front of you! Spread a little bit of her sunshine around… Don!"
    "And we've got that bundle of bread!"
    "Hell no! That'd be just like…" He caught himself before the words were out of his mouth, as he realized that he was going to say: our mom! He finished the unspoken part weakly, "You know… like making a whore out of her!"
    "You meant to say something about like mother, like daughter, didn't you?" Ray grinned.
    "You really lay it on, don't you?" Don snapped. "Where'd you get that idea?"
    "Hell, Don… this town's too small! The word gets around pretty damned fast!"
    Don sighed and turned away. "Yeah… and we're the last to find out about it!"
    "… But, that's your mom's bag… right now, we're talking about that gorgeous sister of yours," Ray went on. "I know I'd sure as hell like to lay her!"
    "Cry your eyes out… because you'll never get the chance!" Don retorted.
    "Why not? If you turned her on… I sure as hell can, too!"
    "How?" Don queried.
    "I've got a way… believe me! It hasn't failed yet!"
    "Can I try?"
    "Like you know, man… she's got a mind of her own! But I don't think you'll get very far!"
    Don told him. He was sure in his own mind that Charity would not be taken in by anything Ray could tell her.
    "I asked you can I try it!"
    "Yeah, man… go ahead!" Don said, airily. "But I'm going to watch you work!"
    "But no interference!" Ray warned.
    "Okay! No interference…"
    "Split… and meet me at my house… my folks are gone… some kind of meeting in Chicago…"
    "Oh, like an half hour."
    Don rose to his feet and ambled down the picturesque mall toward where he had parked his motorbike next to Ray's enclosed van. Christ! This is crazy! I'm going to be watching… while he tries to get Charity into the sack! That's what I want, myself…! And, I didn't want some other guy in on the act! Come to think of it, though… there's a lot of sharing, like that… when you're on the street!

    No really straight thinking about any of her problems had come to Charity. To say that she was confused and hurt would be a gross understatement. The anguish she experienced was almost unbearable. Within a short space of time, she had undergone shock, extreme shock that had shattered her whole existence. Her sense of having been betrayed was an overriding feeling within her. First: she had seen her mother with another man, discovering that her mother was a prostitute. This had been made clear to her by her mother's participation in an obscene sex act… for which she had been paid; secondly, she, herself, had been a party to incestuous sex with her brother, Donnie. When she had gone to him for solace, he had offered her something different than she had expected or wanted. Much against her will, she had progressed from joining him in smoking a marijuana cigarette to full-blown sex. It was her first, but she had vowed to herself that never again would she be so weak as to allow Donnie that intimacy, again! It was wrong… so terribly wrong!
    … But, she had enjoyed it. The rapture, the ecstasy of the moment was more than she had ever dreamed! She had soared to bursting orgasm under him, but still that sense of right and wrong was with her, strong in her to the point of disgust. After all… sex activity between brother and sister was one of the strongest taboos of civilized man, and she had violated it! Dear God! It'll never happen again! That's one thing I know for sure…! I'll never let Donnie know that we're only half-sister and brother! Heaven only knows what he'd do!
    That had been the third and worst blow of all! Their mother had run away… copped out on them, unable, apparently, to face the consequences of her own actions; however, before leaving, she had written a note to Charity, the words of which still burned, indelibly, into her mind. It was this terrible knowledge that had pierced her heart like a cold-bladed dagger, a knife that had been twisted in her, for good measure. GABRIEL SCOTT IS NOT YOUR REAL FATHER. HE DOESN'T KNOW THIS, AND THERE WOULD BE LITTLE POINT, NOW, IN TELLING HIM. THERE IS ALSO NO NEED FOR ME TO TELL YOU HIS NAME… EXCEPT TO TELL YOU THAT HE WAS A FINE AND GOOD MAN, A MAN WHO GAVE HIS LIFE FOR HIS COUNTRY. HE DIED IN KOREA. HE NEVER KNEW THAT OUR LOVE HAD RESULTED IN THE BIRTH OF A BEAUTIFUL DAUGHTER, YOU… MY OWN CHARITY. YOU'LL NEVER KNOW HOW DIFFICULT IT WAS TO MAKE THE DECISION TO GIVE YOU UP… A DECISION I SHOULD HAVE MADE BEFORE YOU WERE BORN! INSTEAD, I PRACTICALLY FORCED GABE TO MARRY ME… AND SUCCEEDED ONLY IN BOTCHING UP ALL OF OUR LIVES…
    There was more; her mother's letter had been full of recriminations, confession, outpourings of love and some irrational reasoning… But, dear God… why did she run? Why did she cop-out… when I need her the most? Oh, God… I want my mom! I've never felt so alone… and lost! What can I do? I know for sure… that I can't stay at home! Ugh! The way Dad… er Gabe… looks at me… I just know he wants me… lusts after me… that's what it really is! It's pure animal lust!
    In her own mind, she was sure that she had done the wisest thing in getting out of the house where she would be safe, because almost anywhere else — the street especially — would make it impossible for her mother's husband to get at her. She was not sure just how she would make sure it was safe to return; it would be safer, she had decided, while Donnie was there. Perhaps, she would telephone, disguising her voice and pretending that she was a girl friend of her brother's. If Donnie came on the wire, she would explain it to him… but if Gabe answered, she'd hang up.
    She had walked, disconsolately, along the shopping mall, looking into store windows, wasting time that only seemed to drag itself, limpingly, along and finally buying and drinking a Coke for its nutritional, sugary lift. She had made the Coke last a long time as she had sipped at it, slowly, and observed the many shoppers, mentally cataloging their various and eccentric ways. Hers was a good eye for character and for action that revealed that character, her interest in and training in drama standing her in good stead, as she played this little game by herself.
    Later, as she tired, she found a comfortable seat near the central fountain and watched its changing patterns. It was a restful release from her own emotional anguish, and she lost herself, momentarily, in the cooling display of the shimmering columns of water.
    The adolescent voice interrupted her enjoyment. She glanced up at the speaker and recognized him as one of Donnie's acquaintances.
    "So, Charity… you split from school and went truant…?"
    She answered too quickly, "I–It's the first time… really… I just couldn't s-stand to go to school, today…"
    "That's all right. I'm not a hookey fuzz!" he grinned. "I was just kidding…"
    "You're a friend of Donnie's, aren't you?" Charity asked, regaining her confidence, somewhat.
    "Yeah…" He sat down beside her, lounging easily.
    "Have you seen him, today?"
    "No!" he lied.
    She heaved a deep sigh. "I wish I could see him…" Then, she went on, "What did you say your name was…?"
    "I didn't… but it's Ray… Ray Donahue!"
    He leaned back watching her, narrowly, a half-grin still plastered on his face. It was going to be something else, he told himself, when he laid it on her. Christ! I'll bet she can't get into the sack fast enough when I'm through with her!
    "I'm glad to know you, Ray," Charity said, turning back to watch the water. "I just love to watch…"
    Ray cut in, fast, "You're going to get to know me real well!"
    Turning to face him, quizzically, puzzled at his statement, she said, "Oh… how come…?" She was completely innocent of his intentions.
    He lowered his voice but said with firm steeliness, "You and I are going to have a little party!"
    "Wh-What do you mean…?"
    "A little sex party… you're going to crawl into the sack with me… for some fucking!"
    Charity jumped to her feet, instantly, ready for flight. "You're d-disgusting!" she spat. "I'll do n-no such thing!"
    Desperately, she looked around, trying to decide which way to go, run, if necessary, to escape his blatantly open proposition. Oh, dear God… he's revolting! If I have to I'll run to the nearest store… and call for the police!
    He reached for her wrist and jerked her back down beside him, his grin still in evidence. "Don't try to run!" he ground out. "Stick around and listen to the reasons why you're going to do what I say!"
    Eyes blazing, she said, "Why? Wh-Why should I–I…?"
    "To stay out of Juvie! You ever been there… it's just like a jail… you know?"
    Curious passersby eyed them, but Ray kept his voice low so that words could not reach them, as he held her tight, the pressure on her wrist painfully firm. "… And, don't make a bad scene! Just listen!" he finished.
    "You're hurting my wrist! Let me go… p-please…!"
    Ray relaxed his steel-fingered grip on her wrist, slightly, saying, "I don't want to hurt you! Just stay put and listen to what I've got to say! Then, you can make up your mind what you want to do!"
    It was completely unreal to her. She was sitting near the middle of the beautiful downtown shopping mall, near the fountain, in the midst of a sunshiny afternoon with hundreds of people walking about, shopping and chatting… and she was being held, against her will, to listen to the vile mouthings of this gangly youth, Ray Donahue… a supposed friend of her brother's.
    It couldn't happen! It just could not be!
    As he relaxed his grip, she sat forward, poised for flight, like a game bird. All right, she would listen… for a while. She was curious, now, to know what it was all about.
    Picking up his remark concerning Juvenile Hall, she asked, "Wh-What are you s-saying about Juvie? I–I've never done a-anything b-bad to be sent there!" Unconsciously, she also kept her voice low, not wanting anyone in the passing crowd to hear the crazy conversation in progress.
    "All right," he said, leering at her, "I'm going to lay it on you! Now, listen close! Donnie's been laying you… and I know it…"
    Charity gasped, her face draining of color, "N-No… no! That isn't t-true!"
    "Don't try to lie! I know it for a fact!" he snapped. "Now… our hung-up society doesn't like that sort of thing… and one word from me… and they'd be coming to take you away from that lewd and unsavory environment… and you know where they'd put you…? In Juvie!"
    Dear God… how could he know? Nobody would know… unless… u-unless D-Donnie told…!
    Unbidden tears began to flow unchecked. "N-No… no… oh, my God… n-no!" she sobbed, her heart breaking once again with the realization that, somehow, she had been betrayed, yet another time by someone she loved dearly. "I–It's impossible! Donnie w-wouldn't do that…!"
    "What?" Ray shot back. "Lay you?"
    "N-No… t-tell anybody… about it…?" she murmured.
    "Then… he did! You just admitted it, yourself!" he pursued, relentlessly.
    Suddenly, she realized his entrapment of her. She had been so confused, her thinking twisted and her emotions so turned inside out that she had fallen, innocently, into his snare.
    "N-No… that's…" she stopped, aghast, her mind a turmoil. Dear God! What could she do?
    "It's no good, baby doll! I've got you right where I want you!" he rasped. "Now, by God… we'll play by my rules! You know what I want… don't you…? And, if I don't get it I drop a few hints to the fuzz!"
    All of her resources of resistance seemed to drop away from her. She couldn't fight back, any more. There seemed to be nothing but the bleak prospect of doing as he demanded. Her body slumped into a pose of abject defeat.
    Then, as if to clinch his argument, Ray added, "… Of course, they'll pick Don up, too… and it's bound to get into the papers!"
    "I–I don't believe y-you…" Charity said, forlornly, trying, again, to find some chink in his argument.
    "All right… you want to try? You want to get up and split, right now… and see what happens? If you do… go ahead…! But, you'd be in what they call protective custody, tomorrow! They'll take you out of that nasty, immoral home… and lock you up in Juvie! Public morals have to be defended!" He piled words on her, snowing her under the deluge of lies and half-truths.
    Charity was silent for long moments; finally, she said, "… And, if I d-do what you s-say… y-you won't b-bother me again… and y-you won't tell…?"
    Ray's eyes lit up. He had won! Christ! It was like taking candy away from a baby! Easy, man… easy as pie!
    "Whatever's fair… if that's the way you want it!" he chuckled.
    Her voice was full, flat, "Y-You don't g-give me much choice…"
    "We're going to split, now!" he directed. "We're going to walk down to my van… and get into it! Man! You and me are going to have a real ball… with some real nice goodies!"
    He rose to his feet, reached for her hand and raised her to her feet, slipping an arm, casually, around her small waist. He went on, "Like, why don't you dry up your tears… and smile at the nice, square people… you look like you're going to your own execution!"
    "You've s-said it… exactly! That's the way I–I do feel!" Charity told him.


    Charity remembered little of the ride to Ray's house; her mind was in a complete whirl, her thoughts entering and leaving in rapid order, her confusion complete, her emotions turned topsy-turvy with her new concern, not only for herself but for Donnie as well. She did know that there was some truth in what Ray had told her; however, she was not sure what the attitude of the law was toward incest. She just knew that it was wrong… and that somehow she and Donnie had been exposed. Dear God! Perhaps he had only guessed… or jumped to a conclusion, a conclusion that had been correct; then he had merely played a bluff. God! What if he's bluffing!
    It was a ray of hope. She turned to him and said, "Ray… y-you don't h-have any proof… just hearsay…"
    He grinned over at her, confidently, eyes hooded, "You want to bet on that…? Or do you want me to name the time and place?"
    She dropped back into her inner absorption, the maelstrom of her thoughts giving her little comfort, and she didn't notice when they passed Donnie's motorbike parked at the curb a block away from Ray's house.
    Donnie, sitting on the curb, watched Donahue's van pass with Charity in the passenger's seat. He whistled through his teeth. Christ! I didn't think he could do it! I wonder what he laid on her?
    Morosely, he sat waiting for another five minutes before mounting the cycle and riding the short distance to Ray's parents' home. The house was a California ranch style, set back from the street, low and long, sandwiched between two Victorian houses. Obviously, one of the old homes had been torn down to be replaced with the modern house.
    Parking the van in the triple garage, Ray ushered Charity into the affluence of his parents' home. The quality and obvious expense was reflected in the furniture and accessories.
    A few moments before, when she had dismounted from Ray's van, she had had a terrific impulse to break away from him and run… run for her life, but his firm grip on her arm had dissuaded her. Now, as she looked around at the costly surroundings, seeing at the same time, the gangly, long-haired youth in his sub-culture garb of jeans, boots, fringed leather jacket and beads, she couldn't help but wonder what it was, in him, that made him want to reject it all.
    Charity sank down onto a soft couch and ran her fingers over the richly sculptured material. "I–It's beautiful!" she said. "Such a l-lovely home…"
    The sneer on his face surprised her, as he said with derision, "It's only money, doll… but, like my old man doesn't know what to do with it!"
    "Wh-What do you mean…?"
    His voice was harsh. "Things!" he spat. "He's just like all the rest! He doesn't give a fuck about people!"
    "A-and you… you care about p-people…?" she trembled. "… But I–I get the idea y-you're trying t-to use me… like I was… a thing…!"
    Ray stood on wide-spread legs before her, his face livid, "You're a smart little bitch!" he grated.
    The door chimes sounded. He left her to go to the door, grunting, "I wonder who in hell this could be…?" His grin was barely concealed from her; he knew it would be Don Scott, her ever-loving brother.
    "Don!" he exclaimed in mock surprise. "Come in… join the party!"
    "Party…? What party?" Don asked, going along with Ray.
    "Like, you know… there's three of us, now! Charity's here!"
    "Charity…?" He walked in, feigning surprise, "What are you doing here?"
    She sprang to her feet, shock and surprise on her mobile face. "Donnie!"
    "Yeah… it's me…" He sat down, sprawling carelessly.
    She stood there, in utter confusion, looking from one to the other of them, stupidly, feeling as though she should say something to explain why she was there. Her open, innate honesty compelled her to say, dully, "He kn-knows…"
    "K-knows what?"
    "A-About us?" she answered, miserably.
    "Like crap!" Donnie spat, looking hard and mean at Ray, who stood watching them, a slight sneer on his face. "You want to split, Char? If you do… we'll do it now!"
    Charity heard his offer to take her away, but the fear of exposure, the possibility of publicity — friends and classmates at school learning of their depravity, the scandal of it rocking the town, the attendant gossip, the stares, the jibes and the innuendoes — plus the fact that both she and Donnie would be placed in Juvenile Hall, if a word of it got out to people in authority, such as the district attorney, made her hesitate. He doesn't understand! Dear God! I don't want anything like that t-to happen to m-me… and most of all I–I don't want anything to happen to Donnie! What can I do…?
    "I–I can't, Donnie… I just c-can't! Don't you understand?" she sobbed, hot tears beginning to glisten in her eyes.
    "Okay, Char… you know what you want to do," he told her, but Donnie knew that in letting her follow the course she had chosen, he had, almost literally, given her to Ray Donahue. His eyes bored into Ray's, as he swiveled to look at the tall boy. He went on, "I don't know what you laid on her Ray… but you must have come on pretty strong! What's next in this farce of yours?"
    "Well… for starters… how about some drinks? My old man's got one of the best stocked bars in town!"
    "Make mine Scotch on the rocks!" Donnie said, trying to appear worldly and man-about-townish.
    "I–I don't want anything t-to drink…" she said. Her voice was small, frightened.
    "I'll make a special one for you," Ray leered. "I know you'll like it… after you've tried it!"
    "Is it a-alcoholic…?"
    "Yeah… it's got a little… but it's more like a punch," he assured, as he went to mix for them.
    He brought drinks; Scotch for him and Don… and a slightly green-tinted milky looking drink for Charity. Ray raised his glass and said, mockingly, "Well, since we're playing square… drinking, instead of toking up… here's looking up yours!"
    Charity sipped. It tasted good, but she didn't know what it was. She was going to ask, decided against it and drank from the glass. The liquid slid down her throat, easily, and was not at all unpleasant. There was a slight warmth from the alcohol, but not enough to alarm her. She had seen too much of her father's drunkenness. A long time ago, she had decided that indulgence in drinking would not be for her. This drink was different. It didn't seem to be at all strong.
    Flopping carelessly into a soft chair and flinging his boots onto the surface of the beautifully inlaid coffee table, Ray watched her, narrowly, as he sucked on his own drink. If I can get another one of those down her… she'll be fucking like a mink! Christ! I can hardly wait…! But, I'll have to play it cool… cool as hell!
    He flipped through some of the long-play records stacked on top of the stereo unit at his elbow, selected a driving, hard rock, put it on the spindle and started the machine. The driving twang of the guitars and the high, nasal vocal thundered into the room through a special hi-fi speaker system.
    Charity listened and sipped at her drink; before she knew it she had finished it. In a few moments, Ray thrust another at her, a big friendly grin on his face.
    "No, thank you," she said, politely.
    "We're having another round, too… you might as well drink up…" He left the pernod on the coffee table before her.
    A few moments later, she reached for the drink, automatically. She hated to let it go to waste. Sipping steadily she was more than halfway through the second drink when it hit her. There was a warmth in her belly, seeming to exude to all parts of her body… and there was a certain headiness, an almost giddy feeling. More important, though, she felt glowing warmth in her loins, and she shifted her position. Strange! She hadn't felt it before! God! What was that stuff? Is it s-some kind of… sex drug… something that would make people do it?
    Abruptly, she set the glass down, a wild, cornered look appearing in her eyes. "Ugh!" she said aloud.
    "What's with you, doll… I thought you liked that drink?" Ray Donahue asked.
    "I–It tastes good… but I think there m-must be something in it… something strong that sneaks up on you!" She felt a sudden weakness in her knees as she tried to stand up.
    Instantly, the tall youth was beside her, steadying her; he leered down at her, as he slipped a sinewy arm around her waist. "That was pernod you had… it's almost as good a turn on as pot!" he explained.
    "I–I don't understand…?"
    "I mean you're just about ready to fuck! That stuff works… almost every time!" he gloated.
    "Oh, n-no…" she said weakly. Somewhere in that morass of confused thinking that had been hers for some time, now, she had thought that if she must go through with the sex thing with this vile, young monster, perhaps, she could do it with no involvement. Now, even that dim hope was smashed. She had been tricked into drinking something that was an aphrodisiac; pernod, he had called it. Dear God! Now, I won't be able to help myself… at a-all! I–I'll be completely at his mercy!
    Don Scott had been pretty sure that it was absinthe pernod that Ray had given his sister. He knew very little about it himself, except the fact that it had been outlawed almost every place in the world. "Where'd your old man get that stuff, Ray?"
    "Connections, man! You got money… you can get anything!" Ray bragged.
    Vaguely, then, for the first time, Donnie began to see his friend in a different light, and he began to wonder: Damn! He's playing both sides… making out like he's one of us… talking about going on the street, but hanging on to what he's got going for him here! Christ! I'll bet when the time comes to split he'll run like hell the other way!
    Don watched with more than a little interest, the scene that was transpiring before his very eyes, for now, quite obviously, his sister was reacting to the effects of the drink. Ray's arm around her waist shifted now to turn her to face him, his other arm going around her, drawing her up tight to him, the obvious bulge of the erection under his jeans pressing into her belly, and unbidden, Don realized that his own penis lurched with desire.
    As Ray gathered her into his arms, plastering her loins to his, and she became aware of the warmth and the bulk of his hardness against her, she stiffened as though she had been drenched in ice-cold water; her body arched back away from him, her hands pushing, futilely, against his chest in an attempt to escape his embrace.
    "No… n-no… this is crazy! I–I can't… let you…!" Her eyes swept the room, desperately. Donnie was there. She looked at him, pleadingly, "Don… D-Donnie… please…"
    "Hell… Char… you made up your mind to stay…" he said.
    He could have said something different; there was even the possibility that he could have taken her away, but something perverse in him wanted to see his sister trapped, seduced. His own desire for her was too great. Christ! He had to have her, too!
    "Don't make such a big scene out of it, doll! It's going to happen… no matter what… so stop fighting it!" Ray leered down into her face, still holding her tight to him.
    Suddenly, then, she realized there was nothing she could do. Donnie had refused to help her; he was willing, almost, it seemed to her, to stand by and watch her humiliation and debasement. She stopped struggling and slumped against him, helplessly. Dear God! What have I done…? Her mouth fell open in disbelief that her brother could do this dreadful thing to her.
    Then, she felt Ray's searching hands upon her body, moving from her waist to cup and massage the rounded firmness of her buttocks through her light skirt. Her face flamed with shame and embarrassment as his long, lean hands moved intimately over her tense, fear-stricken body. Desperately, she tried once again, "P-Please… let m-me go…"
    "Not a chance! You're going to get fucked, now… whether you want to or not! I'm so Goddamned hot I can't wait to get between those hot looking legs of yours!" he grunted, leaning down to capture her mouth with his own.
    Again, she struggled in his arms, trying to free herself, but she was helpless against his greater strength, and his lips closed on hers, engulfing her soft, moist lips completely, his tongue lashing between her lips and against her teeth lustingly. He held her tight against him with one hand while the other searched for the zipper of her skirt, found it, unfastened and zipped it down, giving the waistband a tug and moving away from her, momentarily, to allow her skirt to fall to the floor around her ankles. Quickly, then, he clasped her close, his mouth welded to hers, his hot hands digging into the rounded hemispheres of her firm young buttocks that were covered, now, only by a wisp of white nylon panty. Tighter yet, he forced his pelvis against her, his height placing the throbbing bulge of his erection hard and unresisting against the softness of her belly. She could feel it outlined there long and hard… and, to her complete surprise an uncontrollable tremor of desire rippled through her.
    My God! Something… something entirely unwanted was happening inside her. She was actually feeling ungovernable little sensations of sexual excitement that seemed to alternate with those other feelings of shame and repulsion at his demanding hands and mouth upon her. Momentarily, again, she tried to resist him, attempting to pull away, but as she opened her mouth to shout out negative words, to scream, if necessary, his tongue pillaged her mouth, slipping past the barrier of her teeth to joust with her mobile lingual member. Galvanic sensations shot through her, and she relaxed into his arms, her mouth beginning to suck, her own tongue searching for more of the essence of his lustful mouth.
    "Oh… oh… oh…!" she moaned, as he drew her unresisting body down to the soft cushions of the davenport, a sinewy hand covering a full, up-tilted breast, instantly, to massage and tantalize.
    Ray broke the contact of their kiss, and as he pushed her back on the cushions, smiled down at her, a smile of pure lust, his hands never leaving her for a moment. His voice was a dry croak. "Can't help it… can you?"
    Dumbly, she looked up at him, lost in the morass of sensations that surged in her.
    He went on, "Damn… you're really hot… hot enough to fuck, right now!" Leaning back, he fumbled with his belt to loosen it.
    Watching them from across the room, Don cut in, "Hell… why don't you take her in the bedroom? This is no place for this scene, man!"
    The gangly youth looked up at the girl's brother; he had almost forgotten his presence. "Yeah… okay…" Swiftly, he stood to his feet, leaned down and picked Charity up, lightly; with seemingly effortless ease he carried her down the hallway to the master bedroom. Don had anticipated his choice and went into the room ahead of them; quickly, he stripped the coverlet and blankets from the bed, tossing them, carelessly, to a small slipper chair.
    For an instant, the auburn-haired girl stiffened in his arms, resistingly, but as she saw that Don was now helping by preparing the bed for her further debasement, she collapsed into herself, an inkling of understanding coming to her. Dear God! Donnie wants me… t-too! Her thought was confirmed by the tremendous bulge she saw in her brother's jeans. N-No… no! Not both of them at the same time! OOOoooh, my God!
    The insane idea ricocheted inside her skull, the monstrous thought almost more than she could bear. It's impossible! I–I can't… not with my own brother… a-again! I v-vowed it would n-never… never h-happen… again!
    … But, Ray's hands, his tongue, exploring her mouth… and the pernod had set her whole being aflame with sensual desire. As she lay in the middle of the big bed, now, where the tall youth had place her, she looked up at the two boy-men, dumbly, her eyes eloquently pleading for mercy; then, uncontrollably and in spite of her revulsion, she raised her knees, and began to rub her thighs together. It was a completely unconscious action.
    Now, Ray eased his lanky frame down onto the bed, reached down and pulled off his boots, dropping them, heavily, to the floor. From the corner of his eye, he saw the slight movement of her thighs and the slightly undulating roll of her hips.
    One of his long-fingered hands reached out to her leg and moved down the soft, warmth of her inner thigh… moved slowly and inexorably along the sculpted column toward the white crotch band of her nylon panties that barely covered her pussy area. She felt it, intensely, anticipatingly, but there was still in her some vestige of resistance. With a moan, she straightened out her legs flat on the bed, trapping his hand between her tightly tensed thighs and the sheet-covered mattress.
    He extracted his hand and glowered at her, "What's with it, doll… getting touchy, now?"
    "P-Please… Ray… Donnie…" she begged, "p-please don't…" Her head swiveled between them, pleadingly.
    Donnie, lounging on the foot of the bed, watching her closely, said, gruffly, "It's too late, Char! Christ… I'm getting hot for you, too!"
    Her piercing wail keened sharply in the room. "Noooo!"
    "Why not?" Don asked. "After all… we've already…"
    She wanted to tell him, desperately, that she didn't trust Ray Donahue. "He m-might…" she began.
    "Might what…?"
    "T-Tell on u-us… anyway…"
    Her brother looked over hard and deadly at the other youth, "Not one word, Ray… not one, because we're both going to be in on the act, now! I'm going to fuck her, too!"
    It hadn't worked the way she thought it would. Everything had taken a different turn. Now, it was out in the open; Donnie had just said it… said that he wanted to… Dear God! What can I do…?
    The feeling of overwhelming aloneness and helplessness was strong in her. She had been drugged… and her brother had been a party to it. She was desolate… and betrayed, again!
    Then, Ray hissed down at her, "And no more of that stupid yelling! Christ… we don't want the neighbors thinking the wrong things!"
    Turning away, he stood up, finished unbuckling his belt, unbuttoned his jeans and slipped them from his long legs. His shirt and undershirt followed; then, with tantalizing slowness he slipped his jockey shorts over his hips to release his lancing hardness to her surprised gaze.
    Charity didn't want to look at it; she tried to tear her eyes away from it, but the length of his hardened member, standing out from his hairy loins held a perverse fascination for her… and yet there was also revulsion for the things she knew now that the male organ was capable of doing. She had forgotten, temporarily, the exploding orgasm she had experienced with Donnie. Oh, my dear God… he's so huge! Sudden fear quivered in her. God! She had to get out of there! Run! Get out of that beautiful, soft bed… and run… far away!
    … But, she was paralyzed, as Ray leaned over her, stretched out his hand and began to slither it up and down the smooth flesh of one trembling leg, moving it ever upward, until his hand brushed teasingly over her nylon-encased pubic hair, allowing the contact to linger, perceptibly, the light, tantalizing pressure against the vibrant flesh of her delicate, inflamed vagina. She closed her eyes to blot out the obscene vision of him, attempting with all her strength to get herself under control.
    Hands began to unbutton her blouse, a different pair of hands. Donnie! Donnie was undressing her, now. Opening her tightly closed eyes, she looked up with disbelief into his smiling ones, noting at the same time that he had removed some of his clothing, also. He was naked from the waist up.
    "Oh, D-Donnie… please… d-don't…" she mumbled.
    For answer, he flipped open her blouse, lifted her upper body, brusquely, and stripped the garment from her; then, he unhooked her bra, deftly removing it with swift motions and flung it toward the modernistic double dresser along the wall where it joined her blouse. Lowering her back to the bed, a low moan of desire coming from his lust-distorted mouth, he sprawled beside her, avid hands grasping for the mounding firmness of her breasts, his mouth finding and engulfing a spiky, berry-like nipple to suck and nibble.
    His hands on her tender flesh were, at once, cruel and inciting, as he clawed at them, feeling the silky smoothness of their firm, young womanliness.
    "God…" he said, mouthing his words around the puckering areola of her hardened nipple, "You're something else, Char!"
    She should have felt revulsion for what he was doing; her sense of decency, of right and wrong was not completely destroyed yet. She knew it was wrong… she had vowed that it would never happen, again, but the slashing sensuousness that arced in her as he massaged her breasts and sucked on a nipple was too much for her. There was nothing she could do to stop him; the fiery rapture being generated down between her thighs, aided by the pernod caused her to undulate her breasts up to him, offering them to her own brother, while below, her hips began to move in tiny salacious circles. Her desire was, for the moment, in supreme command.
    Charity moaned aloud, "OOooh! Oh, Donnie… oh, my God! D-Donnnnniiiiiee!"
    Then, while her brother was sending ecstatic thrills stampeding through her, as he shifted his voracious mouth to the other breast, below, she felt Ray grasp the waistband of her panties, and with one slow teasing movement roll them down over her hips and trembling legs. They were her last protection; now, they were gone, and she lay naked and ashamed on the bed, her lovely nudity even more of a sexual goad to the two boys.
    Now, she felt Ray ease himself down on the bed and stretch out beside her, his warm, sinewy body pressing up close to her. He was lying on his side, she knew, because the hardness of his erect maleness pressed into the white smoothness of her thigh. Dear God! It's so hot… and hard!
    When Ray lay down beside her, his hands still roaming over her body, at will, Donnie left her breasts, momentarily, and Ray sought her luscious mouth with his own. He took her in his arms and kissed her, deeply, probing' with his tongue, until she responded, opening her mouth to him, her own oral member intertwining with his. His rampant, hardened cock was trapped between them; suddenly, she felt it jerk against her thigh, and there was a sensation of wetness there. It must be a tiny drop of semen from his excitement, she thought hazily. At that instant, she had to repress a sudden desire to reach down between them to grasp it… to feel its virile hardness. N-No… no… I–I can't! I can't give in to them completely! Oh God, how did I–I get into this?
    The bed sagged as her brother stretched out on the other side of her. She knew by the contact of his body as he pressed up against her that he, too, was now completely naked. She could feel, distinctly, the outline of his rock-hard penis made on her own warm thigh.
    Charity just couldn't believe it; this couldn't be happening to her. What was left of her reasoning mind tried, halfheartedly, to sort out her confused thoughts. She could find no solution. She was hopelessly trapped, and there seemed to be no way out for her. Unwittingly, her own fears… and the pernod had brought her to this complete impasse.
    Anxious, now, his passion growing each moment, Ray raised his head, surrendering her lips and leaned up on an elbow. Almost on the instant, Donnie's lips were on hers replacing Ray in the deep, passionate kiss. Their tongues jousted, momentarily, before his lingual member snaked deeper into her mouth.
    Her whole body was a mass of libidinous sensation as she lay on her back between the two naked, virile boy-men their stiff cocks on either side pressed up hard against the warm, smooth, milk-white flesh of her shapely thighs. Again, Ray's hands roamed at will over her lush, young womanliness, seeking all the female contours of her curvaceous body, and against her will, she found herself, perversely, enjoying having this strange boy's hands move so provocatively on her now defenseless nakedness.
    The sudden, moist warmth of Ray's mouth on her sensate breasts made her start with surprise. As she jerked away, turning her head to break the kiss, a small groan escaped her, "Oh… OOooh!" Then, her brother was whispering in her ear, reassuring her, "It's all right, Char… everything's going to be okay! I'm here with you… and I won't let anything bad happen to you…"
    "Oh… D-Donnie…" she whispered back, "I–I'm s-scared… a-and I–I d-don't want to… to d-do it…!"
    "We're all past the point of no return! It's going to happen! It's got to happen now! You're going to get fucked like you've never imagined… by both of us at the same time!"
    "NOOooo…! Oh, my God… no… D-Donnie… I–I don't want to be a-a gangbang!"
    He recaptured her mouth, effectively stopping her outcry, his tongue probing her oral cavern, hungrily, and she could feel the moist warmth of Ray's lips on her sensitive breasts, the nipples spiking out hard under his stroking hand, their areolas puckering pinkly as he sucked them up into his mouth, alternately.
    Arcingly, the high-voltage passion ignited in her by Ray's hands and mouth, and the deepness of Don's searching kiss was being built up in her, unbearably. The searching mouth on the sensate mounds of her white, velvety breasts was driving her wild with insane desire. It seemed that there was no resisting the slashing, electric fire that had begun to run rampant and unchecked through her belly and aroused loins.
    With a conscious act of will, she pressed her thighs tightly together again in an effort to deny the heightening desire that seared her genitals. Somehow, she must stop this insane charade… but if she could not stop it, at least, there was no reason why she should enjoy it. After all, she was there, against her will. She had been frightened into coming here with Ray, in the first place… and now, there were two boys — one of them her own brother — who wanted and desired her nakedness.
    Then, Ray's mouth left her throbbing breasts and his body slid downwards, his mouth trailing across the smooth, flat plane of her belly, stopping momentarily to pay court to her navel.
    It was only a few moments, but the passage of time was distorted as she felt him move lower, ever lower, until at last, his searching mouth was just above the soft, auburn curls of her sparse young pubic mound and his strong, lean hands were reaching down to spread her thighs firmly. There was no doubt in her mind, then, as to what he intended to do to her. He was going to use his mouth on her to lick and suck her into complete submission to his will. Oh, God! How can I–I fight them? I d-don't want it t-to happen!
    Charity groaned with uncontrolled anguish as her brother, Don, squeezed her breasts, teasing the nipples of them between his thumb and forefinger, then pulling his head away to break the open-mouthed kiss, only to move his head, instantly, to the up-tilted hardness of her pink, berry-like nipples. He took one between his lips, moving it rapidly in and out while at the same time maintaining a strong sucking pressure on it. She gasped. It was a breathtaking sensation! Involuntarily, she reached down to cup the other breast up to him, inviting him to treat it the same way. She would never know why she did it… but suddenly, it was there in her. It was almost as if she were, symbolically, offering her body to them, now. Then, there was the sudden realization that she could not keep herself uninvolved. She was in it, now! She was reacting… almost enjoying… even cherishing having these two potent boys doing wild, insane things to her. It was a definite surprise to her. How could she have changed? She hadn't wanted it… this way!
    Below, Ray had parted her legs, spreading them widely, his head following, his mouth and teeth moving, now, on the soft, white flesh of her smoothly-rounded inner thighs. He nipped at her warm, pliant skin with his teeth, gently, his mouth like a searing torch on her as his lips followed, kissing her warmly and moistly; finally, his searching lips found the coraline division of her vagina, the thin bearded slit moist and pulsating from the exudation of her womb. Deliberately, his tongue moved there, up and down the narrow crevice, boring searchingly, finally into the portal of her vagina. Under the blinding impact of the slashing sensations generated in her, her hips began to move, grinding in tiny circles under her, undulantly, her mounting desire, now, almost completely out of control. Now, I'm getting all warm… and moist down there… a-and it's starting t-to feel like… l-like I–I want them to do it! She was responding to them, against her will. My God! She just couldn't let it go on and on. They couldn't subdue her like this… humiliate her… debase her with their blatant sexuality. For all of her right desires, there was the counter balancing effect of her own unbidden sexual sensations. They were too much for her; she couldn't fight it any longer. OOoooh, oh! They're driving me crazy! Their mouths… their hands on me… i-it's more than I can s-stand!
    Below, Ray shifted his lanky body to kneel between her widespread legs. Placing his thumbs on either side of the sparsely hairfringed cunt, he parted the fleshy lips of her vagina to expose its moist, pink channel. He grunted as he noted the tight passage was clear of hymenal barrier.
    "Christ… that's a tight little cunt you got, baby… but I see you're not cherry!"
    Vaguely, she was aware that he had spoken to her. She looked at him over her brother's head and shoulders and asked, uncomprehendingly, "Wh-What… I–I don't know what you m-mean?"
    "Like you're not virgin!"
    "Oh," she mumbled back, "Donnie… s-stretched m-me…"
    "That figures!" Ray choked, looking down at the exposed cusp of her thighs, again, where he saw secretions of clear, viscous fluids forming in droplets to run part way down the inner side of her thigh, down toward the tiny puckered mouth of her anus. He dropped his head down between her legs, his mouth descending on that spot to blaze a passage his hard, throbbing cock would soon follow.
    His long tongue, agile and moist, found her sensate cuntal passage and plunged into it to move in tiny circles inside, against the sensitive inner lining, eliciting a moaning mewl of anguished pleasure from her lips. At the same time, he felt her loins thrusting up toward him, and her auburn-tressed head began to move helplessly from side to side in uncontrollable response to him.
    Ray shoved his face tight down into her seething loins, his tongue flicking and curling into her open, waiting pussy, the urgency of her upthrusting hips signaling clearly to him her needful passion. God damn! What a little mink! She's almost ready to fuck, right now!
    Inhaling deeply of the pungent, heady perfume of her womanliness, he lost himself in savoring her vaginal exudation, its warm female taste inciting his massive cock to more than steely readiness. Deeper, ever deeper, he plunged his circling tongue into her; her moans of ecstatic pleasure coming from deep in her throat, unceasingly, and her loins began to move in steady, countering motions to the rhythm of his tantalizing tongue deep in the hot slick depths of her vaginal passage.
    Relentlessly, his tongue bored into her, and he paused only momentarily to nip at the tender flanges of her tiny, petal-like cuntal lips with his teeth, returning again to his tongue-thrusting titillation to bring her ever closer to the peak of desire. Under his constant mouth caress, she became a blazing inferno of passion.
    Charity couldn't stand it any longer. My God! It had gone on so long… both of them doing vile, wicked… but insanely pleasurable things to her. Suddenly, she knew. She had to have them both! It had to go on to completion, now! She wanted the strange boy, Ray… to fuck her… and she wanted her brother, Donnie… to fuck her… again!
    With a strong heaving motion, she arched her hips off the bed, shoving her searing loins hard up into Ray's face and groaned aloud, "Oh! OOOoooh! Yes! Yesssssss! Do it! Do it t-to m-me!"
    Ray withdrew his tantalizing tongue, raised his head and looked up at her, leeringly, through lust-filled eyes. "Do what to you… doll?" he asked. "Christ! You know the words, don't you? Say it!"
    She frowned her resentment. Remembering the lewd words Donnie had forced her to say, she seethed, inwardly. Wasn't it enough that she had been forced to come here, against her will, drugged with an aphrodisiac… and her secret loins licked and sucked into submission… without having to beg to be further humiliated and debased? She didn't want to be a supplicant… but there was her burning desire; she couldn't deny it. She had to have a long, hard cock in her, now! Oh, God… I–I'll go crazy… if they don't d-do s-something!
    There was nothing she could do… except ask… beg them to fuck her, now! All right! I–I'll do it! I–I have to do it… or… or…
    Her voice sounded strange, choked, unreal… almost unrecognizable to herself, as she mouthed the obscene words, "F-Fuck me! I–I want b-both of y-you… t-to fuck me… now!"
    Even as she said it, she didn't know how she could take them both God! What am I–I s-saying? Th-That's impossible!
    "You surprised me, doll… you do know how to ask!" Ray chortled. "… And, you're going to get it… but good! We'll fuck you so Goddamned hard you won't be able to stand up!"
    Ray wanted to be absolutely sure she was ready to explode before he rammed his big prick in her. He could wait a little while longer. His face disappeared into the soft furrow between her legs again, his industrious tongue going unerringly to her throbbing clitoris in its fleshy folds at the apex of her softly hair-ringed pussy.
    Maddeningly, he licked, and she felt herself slipping into a crescendo of intense pleasure, as lightning sensations flashed arcingly in her to build into mammoth, surging, electric waves of ecstatic desire.
    Unconsciously, uncontrollably but instinctively, her hips moved in time to the insanely licking tongue of the tall youth, while at the same time, she thrust her mounding breasts upward into her brother's face, wanting them both, wanting more and more of everything sensual and sexual, and she knew, somehow, that it was only a short way to the peak, to the time when she would explode in a frantic frenzy of orgasm… cumming, cumming… and cumming, again… and again!
    Except when they had pressed them hard into her thighs, one on either side, neither of the two boys had touched her with their deliciously hardened pricks, but in her imagination she could see them… feel them as they worked in her. She wanted it to be happening… now! Oh, how she wanted it! God! Oh, God! Why are th-they teasing m-me? I want their big, hard c-cocks in me… f-fucking me!
    Then, Donnie raised himself up, kneeling above her, his rampant hardness lancing out at an acute angle upward, its menacing length almost frightening to her. He was saying words, now, but they were not directed at her. "God damn it, Ray… I can't wait any longer! Why don't we turn her over… you take her from the back… and she can suck me off at the same time!"
    Kneeling up and leaving her seething genitals, momentarily, Ray agreed, "Whatever's fair, man! I'm with you on that!"
    As she lay there on the bed, prone, between the two kneeling boys, Charity had a fleeting thought: it was as though she were a sacrificial offering… and the two boys were pagan high priests who offered up her body on the altar bed of the Great God Sex. A second thought followed: dear God! I–I hadn't thought of that! That's the way… I can t-take both of them… a-at the same time!
    Then, in her memory, she saw, again, the perverted way in which that strange man had fucked her mother's mouth, and she was aghast, rejecting the idea almost as soon as it had formed in her befogged brain. N-No! God! I–I couldn't!
    She felt herself being shifted, her body being moved to positions to suit them as though she were a marionette on the end of a puppet-master's string. They turned her over and placed her on her knees, her buttocks in the air only inches, she realized, dimly, separating her widespread cunt from the massive, rock-hard cock that stemmed from Ray's hairy loins. How obscene! It's like animals!
    Charity's next sensation brought a delicious sigh to her lips, as she felt Ray slide his hands, appreciatively over the rounded, soft protuberances of her naked buttocks; then his finger was teasing against her vaginal furrow, and she felt him insert one, two… and finally three fingers in the liquid depths between her open legs, moving them in and out slowly and gently. She knew his purpose, after a moment; he was stretching her. He had realized that she would have been too small and tight for him, and she was thankful that he had taken care to insure her pleasure. At that moment, she loved him… loved him almost as much as her brother. Oh! It felt so good!
    Meanwhile, Don, who had been kneeling at her side, knee-walked himself around until he was in front of her and sat back on his heels. His hardened member, long and pulsing, pointed straight up at her face. She, impulsively, turned her face away from it. There seemed to be something wicked and evil in seeing his cock so close up. Dear God! It's so big! How could I–I ever get it in m-my mouth?
    "What's the matter, Char?" her brother asked, reaching both hands out to her cheeks and bringing her face around to him, again.
    She looked at him through agonized eyes. "I–I just c-can't do it… D-Donnie… I keep r-remembering that awful man… a-and what h-he did t-to Mom…" she groaned brokenly.
    "What's to worry, Sis… that guy was some kind of sadist! I'll teach you how to do it right," he assured her.
    Ray, on his knees behind her kneeling body, moved in closer, now, and withdrew his fingers from her moistly ready pussy, his hands going, then, to her white, smoothly rounded buttocks to caress and massage them.
    Then, as he allowed one hand to continue its wandering search of her exquisitely formed legs, his other hand reached down to massage and fondle his hardened, massive cock. His long-fingered hand worked the foreskin back and forth over the bulbous, blood-inflated head, and a few drops of the thick, colorless lubricant spread over the shiny, reddish surface of his throbbing cock-head.
    Slowly, almost reluctantly, he took his hand away, and his prick stood out rigid and throbbing, his heartbeat evident in its pulsing readiness. His avid eyes were glued to her upturned and undulant pussy, the flowered-open, moist cunt attracting him like a beacon, guiding him to the tiny bearded lips, and he could see that she was more than ready to receive his aching cock into her clasping cuntal passage.
    Placing both hands, now on her waist where it curved in, swelling down to her hips and feeling the warm, softness of her curling young pubic hair, he pulled her back toward him, until the pulsating head of his steel-hardened penis was brushing, teasingly, up against the warm, moist furrow of her pussy.
    The sudden, warm contact brought a moan of need to her lips, "OOoooh, Ray… go ahead and do it… put it in… a-and fuck m-me…!"
    Her use of the obscene word was like a spur to him. He ground out at her, "Reach back… and guide it in!"
    Hesitatingly, she put a tiny, trembling hand back under and between her thighs to reach out for the massive, blood-inflated cock that waited there to enter her now greedily throbbing depths, but her hand stopped short. She couldn't bring herself to touch it.
    "Put it in… Goddamn it! Put your hand around my cock and put it in that tight, little cunt of yours!" he commanded.
    "I–It's so b-big…" she whimpered.
    Suddenly, viciously, he slapped her flat-handed across the white, rounded buttocks, his hand leaving a pink imprint on her velvety flesh. The sudden pain of his blow galvanized her into instant action, as she yelped in pain and surprise. Her hand went out, grasped the tumescent, throbbing member waiting there and guided it to the trembling opening of her vagina. Simultaneously, he pulled back on her hips, forcefully, the heart-shaped head of his long, hard cock sliding with a tight resistance into her moistly hot passage, the pressure he exerted as he pulled her toward him impaling her and the elastic, coral flesh of her cuntal channel stretched painfully to receive him, even though he had used three of his fingers to prepare her earlier. Strange! She realized, as his cock sunk into her from behind, the slap with his hand hadn't really hurt her; there seemed to be something of pleasure in it, too, and she knew that it was so. It was a pleasure-pain that bordered on ecstasy.
    He stopped short, not allowing full penetration, yet. Only his giant, blood-inflated head was in her, teasing and stretching the tender, moist flesh of her young, seething pussy. As he held himself, immobile, he felt her move back toward him, as her cunt tried hungrily to absorb more of his massive hardness deeper into the searingly sensitive channel.
    Ray squeezed and massaged at her hips and buttocks, running his hands over her naked backside incessantly; then he began to shove his tumescent prick into her throbbing pussy with slow and inexorable pressure, deeper and deeper into her, feeling the ring of muscle at the opening contract around the massive girth of his hardened member, and it seemed to him, almost as though her tight, moist vagina was sucking him into her, setting off tantalizing sparks of further stimulation in his sensitive, blood-heated member.
    With a final, forceful flexing motion of his hips he drove the last few inches of his aching cock deep into her quivering depths, his loins smacking up tight against and flattening her upturned ass cheeks.
    The force of his plunge into her brought an involuntary gasp from Charity's lips. Her lips rounded as his hairy loins smacked into her full, rounded buttocks, and his long, hard cock went all the way in to the very limit, the monstrous head flicking past her womb to lodge solidly against the back wall of her vaginal sheath.
    She was jolted forward as Ray rammed his hard maleness into her, and her slightly opened lips brushed lightly against the velvet tip of her brother's rampant prick. She hadn't realized that it would be that soft, but she recoiled from the contact.
    "Go ahead, Sis… just open your mouth, now… and let it slip right in!" Donnie said. He moved himself closer to her, allowing the tip of his shiny, blood-inflated cock to rest, solidly, against her soft, pink lips.
    Now, there was no further backing away, and as the warmth of his erect member was transmitted to her lips, she felt a thrill that she couldn't identify.
    Donnie went on, "Cover your teeth with your lips… and open your mouth, Charity! You're going to learn how to suck cock, now!" His voice was brittle commanding.
    Under the impetus of that unidentified thrill which she now recognized as anticipation, she remembered that she had almost halfway been tempted to this very act… when they had done it in Donnie's room. Silently, she corrected herself. The night Donnie… f-fucked me… for the first time!
    Closing her eyes, she opened her lips, tentatively, and Donnie inched himself toward her, pushing with his legs to enter the velvety head of his aching cock into her still resisting mouth.
    "Take it… damn it!" he hissed at her. "Take it all!"
    Charity ovalled her mouth more, opening her jaws, slightly, and heeding his instructions, she folded her lips over her teeth, knowing, instinctively, that she must, so that she wouldn't hurt him. Then, slowly, as he pressed, firmly, she was forced to part her lips even more, and the great head of his rampant prick was imbedded in the moist warmth of her oral cavern.
    Donnie exulted within himself. She's taking it! The sensations on the head of his cock, as she used her tongue, now, to lick at it, swirlingly, were almost making him go out of his mind.
    The huge presence in her mouth was like nothing she had ever experienced. There was a moment of hesitation… of doubt, but once it was there, locked immovably in her warm mouth, she flicked out her tongue and moved it around the blood-engorged crown, savoring the pungent flavor of it and finding it exciting… something she had not expected. After a few moments, she hollowed her cheeks and sucked on it, experimentally; as she did it, she felt the throbbing tremor of excitement her action was causing in Donnie.
    Behind her, his big cock buried to the hilt in the moist confines of her softly clasping cunt, the other boy, without warning suddenly withdrew it several inches, until just the tip of it remained in her, momentarily, and then rammed forward with all his young animal strength, his lust-filled member tunneling back into her with the force of an express train. As his hairy loins smacked into her, resoundingly, her body jerked, rocking forward on her knees and elbows, and instantly, her whole mouth was filled with her brother's lengthy, pulsating cock.
    With Donnie's hardened, blood-inflated prick now imbedded deep in her throat, she gagged, slightly, and closed her eyes, to help her control the momentary feeling, using her tongue along the under side of the massive shaft in an attempt to dislodge it, but the tantalizing, sucking action on the sensitive cock-head only incited Donnie to force it further up into her mouth.
    Rocking forward on his knees, behind her, Ray flexed his expanding prick deep in her moist, cuntal depths and was rewarded to feel her own countering contractions, the walls of her vaginal passage clasping him in a sheath of insanely sensate flesh; meanwhile, his hands continued to move on her, unceasingly, caressing and massaging her quivering thighs and buttocks, his fingers going down underneath her kneeling body along her flat belly, as he reached around her upturned behind with his long arms, and his long, middle finger went into the hair-lined furrow to find her throbbingly sensitive clitoris. It was erectly alert and pulsating under his finger as he stroked the miniature phallus, teasingly.
    Within her, every fiber of Charity's being was responding to the two boys, the electric sexual desires building massive charges of heat lightning in her loins that threatened to arc completely out of control, to consume her… to goad her into complete submission to her burning desires.
    Suddenly, she couldn't stand it any longer; the prolonged, teasing playfulness had to come to an end. She had to move on to the next part of the sexual cycle… the active moving phase. She knew it was time; her whole being demanded Ray's long, hard rod of flesh to begin surging in and out of her palpitating, now unbearably hungry pussy. She wanted it, wantonly and recklessly, spearing up inside her completely.
    When she had first felt his brother's friend's blood-engorged prick entering her, spreading and stretching her cuntal passage, pausing for a moment then sliding into her to its full length, she could have fainted from the pure joy of it, the wild sensations of his flexing shaft eliciting instinctive and involuntary movements of her own, her vagina seeming to act on its own, to suck him up, absorb him, full length, into her expectant, quivering belly. She moved back against him, rocking on her knees, her buttocks moving in tiny circles, signaling her need to him.
    Ray knew then that she was ready for him, ready to take his lust-inflated cock, all of it, poundingly, into her seething, desire-ridden cunt to rock her with sexual power, a power that would bring her to the heights of ecstasy… and he was ready, too, the ache in his throbbingly swollen cock almost too much for him to bear waiting any longer.
    Moving then, slowly, with long, smooth strokes, kneeling behind her, strong hands clasping her hips, his own loins flexing fluidly, he began to piston his aching cock in and out of her moist, clasping cuntal passage. He didn't grind or ram; rather, he established a steady stroking motion into her hot clasping passage that did not, as yet, hit all the way up to the bottom of her womb. He didn't want to rush himself, or hurry her too much; there was still plenty of time, so he stroked her, smoothly and slowly, waiting for her response. He knew it would come, shortly… and when it did, he would give her everything he had with piledriver force! Wait! There's still time!
    Now, his hand cupped her full-rounded buttocks, squeezing and massaging, then drifted down the widespread cleft, his finger searching there for the secret, puckered, little nether mouth that nestled between the working, trembling mounds.
    The tall youth's finger probed at the tiny, brown ring then circled it, teasingly, before he slipped it down further to moisten it in the viscous fluids of her cuntal opening.
    Then, with his long, lubricated middle finger, he probed at the warm, spongy opening between her full, flexing ass cheeks. He found it and pressed into it, slowly and gently, to the first knuckle. Her body jerked once, jockeying forward away from the unnatural presence in her backside, then, unexplainably, she screwed her trembling loins back on his finger until it slipped through the resisting ring of muscle and it was absorbed, fully, his palm flat against the wildly flexing cheeks of her white, perfectly sculpted buttocks.
    "Oh! OOOOooooh!" she groaned. "That h-hurts…!"
    Ray gave a short, raucous laugh. "You mean it hurts good… don't you?" he asked.
    In a sudden flash of insight, she realized that he was right. "Y-Yes… oh, yeeeeeesssss! It does! I–It h-hurts… good!" she murmured.
    As she jerked away from Ray's finger in her backside, she had, instinctively, lifted her head back and away from Donnie's prick that was still imbedded deeply in her throat. His massive cock pulled, moistly, from her mouth as she moaned with the first pain of it, but Donnie would have none of that. He reached out for her head and guided her once more to it, saying, gutturally, "Come on, Sis… stay with it!" Brutally, he shoved his sensate cock back into her mouth. "Keep sucking!" he ordered.
    She could do nothing else! Her ovalled lips were filled, again, his hardened flesh deep in her throat. Desperately, she swirled her warmly moist tongue around and around it, then hollowed her cheeks as she sucked on it.
    "Now… start to move your head back and forth on it!" her brother commanded.
    Instantly, she obeyed him, moving her head and, consequently, her whole torso back and forth, the length of him sliding, easily, in and out of her mouth, rhythmically.
    As she moved, she counterpointed Ray's pistoning cock that moved smoothly in her clasping cuntal passage from behind, his member throbbingly aware of her movements against him.
    Charity's breath began to come more deeply and her eyes were glazing as the sensations in her belly, in the depths of her vagina became a raging, unquenchable fire, except in rapturous orgasm… and as she moved between the two boys, she suddenly realized that she was filled, completely filled… in all her bodily openings. She had never known that it was possible.
    Now! Behind her, Ray couldn't wait any longer; she was responding. She was fucking back, her buttocks squirming back against his hairy loins, the moving sheath of her warm, moist pussy inciting him, bringing him to the very brink of his own rapture. He had to give her all he had, now! With a deep-throated groan, he flicked his hips forward and began to plunge his steel-hard rod of flesh deep into her pulsing, now needful cunt.
    With pile-driving force, he rammed into her, driving his ever-expanding young cock deep into the searing, coraline depths of her, his pubic hair smacking into his own hand between them where his long finger drubbed up into the soft sponginess of her anus. Under the double ravishment of her loins, she groaned in pleasure-pain, the exquisite sensations now beginning to scale the full heights of passion.
    As he soared into her, Ray could feel the bulging presence of his finger through the thin separating tissue of flesh between her back passage and her vaginal vault. It contacted his lust-inflated cock-head on each in-out movement. It was a series of wild, unbelievable sensations that incited him to ever more powerful thrustings into the tight moistness of her seething young pussy.
    Ray knew that the fiery dam in his balls would have to give way, soon. He could feel his orgasm nearing, the ache in his sensate cock becoming almost unbearable. Quickly, he pulled his finger from her anal passage; there was a slight pop and a faint hiss as it slipped out of the puckered ring of flesh; then looking down, he watched with fascination as the hardened rod of his prick rode in and out, poundingly, glistening ivory-white with viscous moisture.
    Grasping her hips with both hands, he began jackhammering it into her. It was like a monstrous pole, pulsing and alive, sliding in and out of the smooth wet depths of her hotly clenching cunt, his hairy loins smacking, now, up against the round protuberances of her full buttocks and into the hairless valley between them.
    In front of her, her brother knelt, his lust-inflated cock deep in his sister's throat. He looked down at his own hardness, the saliva bathed rod of flesh glistening and disappearing to the root right into her tiny ovaled mouth, her lips creeping up over him to devour it completely, then as she moved her head back, several inches of his long youthful prick was revealed, moistly white. As he watched, he could see tiny fleshy portions of her lips pulled out on withdrawal, then stuffed back in again when she absorbed it deep into her throat, her lips sliding, moistly and easily along his hard shaft of flesh.
    Charity had at first felt revulsion when her brother had forced her to take his cock into her mouth. She had gagged and felt sick, but with the building rapture in her loins, the tension of impending orgasm that she knew must come soon, she began to experience a definite erotic, sexy sensation, centering around her mouth and throat as his hard young cock moved in and out of her oral cavern with each rhythmic motion of her own head.
    Suddenly, she surrendered to the salacious sensations of the double entry into her body: her brother's friend's thundering cock behind her soaring into her hot, moist cunt… and Don's, hard and long, slipping easily, now, into her warm receptive mouth. She reached out a hand to between her brother's thighs and fondled the tight, wrinkled sac containing his sperm-swollen testicles. To her, it was an unexplainable paradox. That which she had reviled, earlier, now had become something she could accept… even like. Now, it was a desire. She wanted to do it!
    Somewhat dazedly, she dimly wondered whether the two potent boys would tear her apart, as Ray, behind her on his knees thrust ever more powerfully into her… and as Don, in front began to move in counterpoint to her moving mouth on his hardened cock; however, there was, among them, a concert of rhythm, as smoothly, powerfully, she was fucked, without mercy in both orifices of her sexually responsive body, the rapture building in her every moment that the exquisite double ravishment continued.
    Two of them… my brother and his friend… and both at the same time! I can't believe it!
    Now, to Charity, the mounting, sensuous ecstasy at the very core of her being began to explode inside her, deep in her belly. It was her coming peak, her orgasmic release. It won't be long, now! Soon! Soon…! And I'll cum… and cum!
    Then, she was aware that Ray, pounding into her from behind was almost ready to cum, spewingly, into her moist, hungry depths, the force and rapidity of his powerful thrusts into her buffeting her like an out-of-control pile driver.
    It hadn't occurred to Charity that her brother would cum right into her mouth. She sensed his urgency, the head of his cock seeming to grow ever larger as he came nearer and nearer the time when he would cum… but had she thought of it, in advance, the very idea of his viscous semen jetting into her throat would have revulsed her. Instinctively, she began to move faster on him, sliding her mouth rapidly up and down the moist rod of flesh; then, resting on both elbows she reached out to grasp his muscular, working thighs.
    Don felt his ejaculation cumming, deep up in his belly, and he reached out to take his sister's face in both hands to hold her while he flexed his hips to drive his great, hard cock deeper up into her warm mouth… until he came. His white, hot semen jetted from the tip of his expanding cock, showering the interior of her mouth with cascades of viscous sperm that forced her to swallow, again and again to clear it from her throat as he slammed his spewing prick hard up into her mouth, almost brutally… and he held himself there, immobile, as he shot his hot cum deep into her working throat.
    "Damn! I'm cummmming… Sis!" he gasped between clenched teeth.
    His sister was helpless, now, in the grip of her own near orgasm. It was coming to her, soaringly, the rapture of the moment blocking out all else… even any revulsion she might have felt as she voraciously swallowed the sweet pungent-like semen filling her mouth.
    She ground her buttocks back against the other young boys, squirming and rotating her quivering hips expectantly, waiting impatiently, now, for the time bomb of her sensuality to explode inside her. Now, faster and faster, harder and longer, Ray slaved, his unsatiated cock pistoning in and out of her moist, young sheath of pussy flesh without let-up or mercy, until with a panting groan his viscid cum hosed through him, searingly, to splash far up in the depths of her vaginal vault, his wildly jerking cock pumping crazily as he grasped a full, rounded ass cheek in each hand and squeezed the white, plaint flesh of her in doughlike rolls through his long, lean fingers.
    "Christ!" he grunted. "Here it is… doll!"
    Then… it was there for her, too! She clutched her brother to her and rammed her buttocks back hard against his friend when she felt her own orgasm breaking forth in her. She would have screamed out with the pleasure of it, wantonly, but for the massive presence of her brother's cock still buried deep in her straining throat. Don, on his part, pressed his still spewing organ even more deeply into her mouth, hurting her lips as he pressured his loins into her face, and his deliciously pungent semen jetted into her hungrily gulping mouth.
    All three of them came together, within seconds of each other. The two boys clutched greedily at her, rubbing, smoothing and caressing her naked curves and breasts with their hands, their wildly pumping cocks boring relentlessly into her, until finally, the last of their hot, white sperm was drained from them… and they released her, the heights of their orgasms beginning to subside, their hard, erect cocks pulsing less and less and returning to a more flaccid state. Then, at almost the same time, the two boys, completely satiated, pulled away from her. Ray heaved himself back, his prick pulling moistly out of her semen-filled vagina to collapse heavily on the edge of the big bed. Don, collapsed crosswise of the bed with an enormous sigh of pleasure and murmured, "That's the most… Sis! Damn! I'm drained… I feel like I'm sucked inside out!"
    As they pulled away from her, Charity slid down to lie on her stomach. She was too overcome by the powerful release to speak. She could only moan, "Oh! Ooooooh! OooooOoohh!"
    Ray reached out after a few moments and patted her, affectionately, on her upturned bottom. "You were just great, Charity… after we have another little drink… and rest up a little… we ought to go at it, again…"
    Her reaction was vehement unexpected. "No! Th-There w-won't be any more! Y-You got what you wanted… now I want to leave!" she grated out at him.
    "Make her stay, Don!" Ray said, turning to face her brother.
    "She said she wanted to leave…" Don told him, "and that's the way it is!" Then, to her, "Get dressed, Sis!"


    Charity had gathered up her panties and other clothing and fled to the bathroom where she locked herself in to dress and put herself in order again.
    In spite of the fact that she had, indeed, had a tremendous orgasm with the two boys, she had regained her straight-thinking processes, again, soon after the orgiastic, three-way, sexual debauchment… and she knew that she was right in refusing to continue. She was glad that her brother, Don, had agreed to take her away. In truth, she really didn't know what she would have done… if he had insisted, also, that she stay. His agreement had restored a measure of her faith in him, for there had been several instances in the last few days when she had been sure that he had betrayed her. At this point, he was all she had of her family. With a shudder she remembered why she had left the house that afternoon; it had been to escape possible molestation by the man she now knew to be her stepfather. She would have to tell Don… on the way back to that dismal house.

    They were on Don's motorcycle, Charity mounted behind hanging on to her brother's waist as they roared, noisily, down the street away from the Donahue's house.
    Putting her mouth close to Don's ear, she shouted above the roar of the engine, "Don… I'm hungry. Can we stop somewhere…? Besides, I–I want to talk to you!"
    "Sure!" he yelled back. "I'll pull into the first place I see."
    Over a pair of tacos apiece, Charity, somewhat haltingly, confided in her brother, telling him of her very real fears about their father.
    "I–I just know… that he's thinking it… a-and waiting for his chance to… d-do something t-to m-me…"
    "Let's lay it out, Sis…!" Don said, bluntly. "What you're saying is… you think the old man wants to get between your legs… right?"
    She blushed. "Y-Yes…"
    "How do you know… has he said anything… done anything?"
    "Well… n-no…" she admitted, "but… th-there's something about the way h-he looks at m-me… like he was u-undressing me… mentally…"
    Don recognized himself in her description… and it was his turn to flush, pinkly. Hell! The only difference between me and the old man is… I've already had her… twice! What he said to his sister was: "That's possible… any man would flip for you… including him!"
    "Will you… t-take care of m-me… Don… and make sure it n-never happens…?" she asked.
    "Like how…?"
    "Don't ever l-let him be alone w-with me!" she answered, with conviction.
    "All right, Char…" he agreed. "… But, after all he is your father… and…"
    "… And, you're m-my brother!" she cut in. "A-And… it happened t-to us…"
    "You're right… and you've made your point!"
    "Then… y-you'll do it…?"
    "Hell, yes!" he gritted. "It's the least I can do for you… now!"

    On the way home, Don stopped at a small hardware store in a shopping center. There, he bought a door-locking device that would enable Charity to lock her bedroom door from the inside.
    "Hide it somewhere in your room," her brother told her.
    "… And, yell like hell… if anything happens!"
    "I–I will!"
    "Good…! But, don't lock me out, Char…"
    "I–I'll have to… Don! It can n-never, never happen… again!"
    "Never's a long time!" he said.
    "I know!"
    They rode along in silence, each absorbed in thoughts of their own. It was Charity who spoke first. "Don…?" she asked. "How are we going to get into the house… w-without h-him knowing it…?"
    "We'll go in through the back!"
    Don turned off the avenue onto their street. Just before reaching the ramshackle house they had called home for so long, he silenced the engine and coasted into the driveway. Quickly, they dismounted, as Don parked the motor bike, and hurried around to the rear of the old house. Going in ahead of his sister, Don gingerly opened the kitchen door that gave onto the back porch. From there, he could see nor hear nothing. He signaled Charity to stay on the back porch.
    Walking through the kitchen and dining room into the living room, he stopped short when he saw his father stretched out on the lumpy sofa. He seemed to be asleep, but as Don came a little closer, he realized the man was dead drunk.
    "It's all right, Char!" he called out. "He's laid out drunk… and sleeping it off!"
    Charity came to stand beside her brother. She looked down at him where he lay like a lump of dough, slack-faced and unconscious. Her compassion for him came to the fore, even in the face of her strong revulsion.
    "Oh, Donnie… he should be put to bed…"
    "Hell… let him sleep it off here… where he passed out!"
    "No… that sofa's uncomfortable… and he should be covered up… so…"
    "That's something else, Sis! One minute you're afraid of him… scared to death he's going to try something with you… and the next, you're the all-American mother!" he grunted in disgust.
    "He's still your father!"
    Don glanced at her, puzzled by her strange statement. He's still YOUR father! Damn it! What does she mean?
    It was but a heart's beat… and Charity realized what she had said. Quickly, she added, "… And mine, too…"
    "Yeah… well, like maybe you're right… I'll help you put him to bed, then…"
    Together, they half carried, half walked Gabe Scott into his bedroom. Don stripped off the drunken man's trousers and shirt; then, clad only in his underwear, they tucked him, snugly, into the double bed.
    That task finished, Don picked up his father's garments to drape them across the back of the vanity chair. An envelope fluttered out of the shirt pocket, and as it lay on the floor, he recognized their mother's handwriting.
    Charity recognized it, too! Swiftly, she swooped down to pick up the envelope. Oh! It's Mom's letter t-to me… a-and he found it! He knows… a-about m-me… now!
    … But, Don was quicker. He scooped the letter from the floor, saw that it was addressed to his sister, but didn't surrender it to her.
    "That's mine… D-Donnie!" Her face flushed, brightly. "Give it t-to me!"
    "I know… but it's Mom's writing!" he countered. "… And she did leave a note… didn't she!?"
    "It's just for m-me! I–I don't know how he found it…"
    "You hid it?" he queried. "Why…?"
    "… B-Because… i-it's personal…" she choked, twin tears appearing in her eyes.
    Gabe Scott's intention to remain sober had gone down the drain, as so many things had with him, but now, lying in the bed, in his own bedroom, he swam back to partial consciousness through the fog of alcohol in his brain. Don and Charity were there, in the room, their voices somewhat strident as they argued about the note. Charity! She's back!
    Raising himself on a none too steady elbow, he said, "So… you li'l bastard bitch… you came back?"
    Charity whirled to face him, horror-stricken; then without a word, she ran from the bedroom, through the living room, the dining room and into her own bedroom. Crossing to the connecting door to the bathroom, she shot the bolt, locking it, then digging the new door-locking device out of her purse, she fitted it to her bedroom door. Not until she was completely locked in did she remember that her brother still had the all-revealing letter in his possession.
    Dear God! I–I hope Donnie d-doesn't read i-it… too.
    Donnie had watched her as she fled, and when he heard her slide the bolt to the bathroom door, he turned back to face his father on the bed where he struggled with the blankets trying to sit up. He mumbled, "Where'd she go?"
    "She's gone to her room… Dad…"
    "Just le' me get my hands on her…"
    "You just cool it… Dad! Stay in bed and sleep it off!" Don's voice had a steely quality Gabe had never heard before.
    "What th' hell's this… my own son telling me what t' do?!"
    "Yeah… that's right…! And, like keep your hands off of Charity!"
    "You makin' threats…?" Gabe blustered.
    "No… just laying it on you… like the way it is!"
    Gabe made another effort to get up off the bed, but Don pushed him prone, again, and told him, "You better sleep it off, Dad!"
    Dimly, through his befogged brain, Gabe Scott knew that he was in no condition to argue or fight. Yeah… sleep it off… tomorrow… I'll take care of both of 'em… tomorrow. He turned away, curled himself into a ball and growled, "Get th' hell out of here!"
    Don left the bedroom, Charity's letter still in his hand. I wonder what in hell's so important… and so personal in this?
    Closing the bedroom door, he flopped into the overstuffed chair, considered the envelope for a moment and came to his decision. He would read it. Charity probably wouldn't like it… but his curiosity had been aroused. Personal, or not… he had to know the contents.
    Removing the sheets from the envelope, he began to read. He read the letter twice, to absorb all that was in it. He whistled between his teeth. "Well…!"
    His reaction was not extreme. He took it in stride. Damn! I see why it's so important to Char! She really had it laid on her… but good! Poor little gal…! But, Christ! It sure changes things… that makes me and Char only half-brother and sister!
    He thought about it for a moment:… And, Dad knows it, too! He found the letter where Char had hidden it! Hell! No wonder she's scared!
    Carrying the letter with him, he went to his own room, still thinking as he stretched out on his bed. There's one thing, for sure! Charity can't stay here…! But, I don't have enough of a stake to get us out! I'll have to do something about that, right away… like tonight!
    Glancing out the window, Don saw that the sun was almost down. I'll see if Ray'll help me… he's got that big.45 automatic…
    Then, he slept for an hour. He awoke refreshed and went into the kitchen to find some food. There wasn't much to eat, but he threw together a hasty snack and began wolfing it down.
    Charity heard him rummaging in the kitchen and came out to join him. She sat down near him, her eyes downcast.
    "Y-You read Mom's letter…"
    "Yeah… I had to… to find out why it was so damned important to you…"
    "Then… y-you know… a-all about Mom… a-and m-me?"
    "Yeah…" he mumbled around a mouthful of food. "I'm going to get you out of here!"
    "You are…? Oh, Donnie… I–I was hoping y-you'd say that!" She was ecstatic with joy. "I–I just couldn't stay h-here!"
    "It'd be hard…" he agreed.
    "It'd be impossible!"
    "Don't worry, Char…" he grinned. "I'll take care of you… somehow!"
    Don didn't tell Charity what he planned to do. Christ! She's got enough to worry about! Right after he finished his plate of food, he arose from the table and told his sister, "He'll probably sleep all night… but stay in your room, anyway… with the doors locked! I'm going out, tonight… for a while."
    Charity showed her disappointment in her quick frown of disapproval and her dull, "Oh…"
    Quickly, he added, "But, not for long…"
    "Why a-are you going… l-leaving me a-alone…?"
    "Damn it, Char!" he snapped. "You'll be all right! I've got to find a way to get us out of here… for good!"
    On impulse, then, he leaned down and kissed her, quickly, full on the mouth. She was taken by surprise. She gasped, "D-Don…"
    "Now, get off my back… and be sure to stay in your room!"
    Donnie didn't really know why he had kissed her, but there was a strong feeling in him, at that instant, that he loved his sister more than anything else in the world.
    … And, he knew, in the back of his mind, that there was a strong element of danger in what he planned to do. He thrilled to it. There was a challenge in the danger of it.
    He left her sitting there, perplexed and puzzled and went directly to his own room, locking the door, securely, behind him. Swiftly, he took the snub-nosed.38 from its hiding place and slipped it into his waistband, put on his jacket and stocking cap and left the house through the back door.
    Striding to his big motorcycle he started it and swept out of the driveway to roar off down the street toward the avenue. Damn it! I hated to leave her there… but I don't know any other way to do it!

    Ray Donahue came to the door, only after Don had rung the doorbell several times, then leaned on it, hard, in one continuous ring.
    "Don… like don't make so much noise, man! What do you want… this time of night?"
    Looking at the tall youth, critically, Don knew, on the instant, that Ray was stoned… probably on pot.
    "Well… like what are you toked up on, Ray?"
    Elaborately, the other invited him in and closed the door, before answering, "I got me some hash, man… the best!"
    "And you're stoned… all by yourself?"
    "Of course… man except for little old Marcia…"
    "Marcia… who?"
    "Just little old me… Marcy Lunceford…"
    Don was startled by her voice, but was, instantly, agape with surprise when he turned to see her. She was completely nude as she walked from the hallway into the living room and lowered herself to the sofa, stretching out on it and arranging herself, provocatively, sure of her impact on him. She went on, then, "Come on over here, lover boy… I want to see you close up…"
    He gulped; the memory of her that night, in her yard, came flashing back to him. She was even more beautiful than he had remembered.
    Sitting down beside her, he said, "Okay here I am, now what?"
    Marcy ran a trailing hand over his thigh. She smiled a tight, coy little smile and said, "Ray's been telling me some interesting little things about you…"
    "That right?" he said with some nonchalance… but his heart skipped a beat. "Like what?" He glanced up at Ray in time to catch him trying to signal Marcy to silence.
    If she saw, she chose to ignore it, as she went on, "Oh, things…"
    Ray broke in, then, saying, "Want to join us, Don? The party's just starting… and I've got some more hash… What do you say, man?"
    "Maybe… like…" He turned back to Marcy and reached out to a full-rounding, naked breast, his hand cupping and caressing, her pink nipple coming to instant, alert erection. He took the berry-like bud between his fingers and squeezed it, hard. She winced and tried to pull away.
    "Oh! That hurts!"
    Leaning over, his mouth at her ear, he gritted in a low, deadly voice, "That's just for starters! I can think of lots more… so you want to start telling me all those interesting little things Ray's been telling you… about me?!"
    "N-No…!" she said, loudly.
    In a narcotic haze, Ray had sat down, heavily, into an upholstered chair; now, he struggled to his feet and said, "What the hell's going on?"
    "Nothing…" Don said, mildly, innocently.
    "He's th-threatening me… trying to make me tell… wh-what you…" Marcy started.
    "Shut up, Marcy!" the tall youth shouted. "… Anyway, I didn't say anything… that wasn't the truth."
    "You did tell her, though?" Don choked. "You lousy son-of-a-bitch!"
    Don was on his feet, instantly, a red veil of anger in his snapping eyes. He balled his fists and attacked with fury. Two hard-swinging blows brought the gangly youth down. Ray fell, heavily, to the floor, blood welling from nose and mouth. He was unconscious.
    Don looked down on his crumpled figure, contemptuously, "Some Goddamned friend you turned out to be… you bastard!"
    Turning back to Marcy, he grunted, "You ready… now?"
    She looked at him in wide-eyed terror. "Y-You won't h-hurt me?"
    "Start talking, bitch!"
    She put on a fetching smile, stood to her feet and came across the living room to him. Her arms went around him and she lifted her mouth to him to be kissed. Damn! She was desirable… but he would not allow himself to be distracted… yet.
    Her naked loins undulated against the growing bulge inside his jeans, and unconsciously, his arms went around her, his hands grasping a white, smoothly rounded buttock in each. He dug in, hard, the satiny flesh rolling out in ridges between his strong fingers. Her hips jerked in toward him, and lie held her tight while she writhed up against him.
    He grated in her ear, "Later with the sex… Right now, you're telling me all that louse told you!"
    Marcy gasped, "He d-didn't tell me v-very much…"
    Suddenly, Don raised one hand and gave her a short, hard smack on her full, rounded buttocks. "What?" he demanded.
    "OOooh! P-Please, don't h-hurt me…! I'll tell you! H-He said that you're l-laying your s-sister, Charity… a-and that b-both of y-you fucked h-her… at the s-same t-time…"
    "Is that all?"
    "Y-Yes… that's all except he w-was bragging about how he d-did it…" she added.
    "Now, listen!" Don ground out at her, holding her out at arm's length, his hands grasping her arms above the elbows. "Don't ever tell anybody else… or by God, I'll…" He didn't finish. He was not sure what he could do… short of beating her — or killing her — to keep her quiet. It was a monstrous thought, and he recoiled from it.
    "Or you'll wh-what…?" she trembled.
    Her beautiful, naked body, quivering in his grasp, suddenly inflamed and incited him. Goddamn it! He had to have her!
    "I'll show you, you bitch! I'm going to fuck you… until you can't walk straight!"
    Marcy's eyes smoldered with instant desire. "Maybe y-you can… and maybe you c-can't!" she challenged.
    The memory of the vicious, humiliating beating Don had suffered because of this girl turned him mean and hard. This was his chance! He'd even the score, once and for all.
    "Don't be so damned smug about it… because you're going to get it rammed up into that teasing little belly of yours like you've never had it before!"
    With a sudden movement which took her completely by surprise, Don caught her by one wrist, as he released her upper arms, and twisted her arm behind her, turning her so that her back was toward him. Holding the armlock, he walked her down the hall and into the master bedroom, the same one he had been in with Charity and Ray during the afternoon.
    Marcy's automatic reaction was to cry out, but as she started to scream, Don clamped a hand over her mouth, while it was still in her throat. "Not one sound, bitch!" he commanded.
    He flung her headlong into a heap on the big bed. Instinctively, she curled herself into a protective ball. She didn't know what to expect from him… a beating… or sexual ravishment. He was acting like a madman.
    Then Don stepped back and stripped off his jacket. The butt of the.38 stuck in the waistband of his jeans attracted her attention; her eyes rounded in real fright. He saw her reaction at the sight of the gun and reached down to remove it. Holding it up to her he chortled, "Nice… huh? It's a great little equalizer! Nobody'll ever get the chance to beat me up, again… like Jack Roberts and his goons!"
    "Y-You w-wouldn't use th-that… would y-you?"
    "Damned right… I'll use it… if I have to…!" He laid the pistol on the double dresser.
    She was cowed and he knew it. He went on, commandingly, "Turn over on your back… and spread those long legs of yours all the way out to the sides of the bed!"
    Marcy hesitated for a split second; then as she saw his glowering face and heard the steely tone of his voice, she moved to obey him, turning her body and arranging herself in the way he directed. There was something in his forcefulness, his commanding way that ignited a spark of desire in her. She had never before been treated in this manner; always before, she, herself, had been the dominant one.
    Now, she watched in fascination as Don unbuttoned his jeans, reached into his fly, and unsheathed his long, tumescent cock. It stood out, spearingly, from his loins, and she could see a few tufts of his pubic hair at the base of it. Wrapping a fist around its girth, he pulled the foreskin back to reveal the reddish-purple, blood-engorged head.
    Suddenly, he was on the bed, still fully clothed, his boots mussing the bedclothes, as he wedged himself between her outspread legs. He used a hand to guide his throbbing prick into the soft, hair-fringed opening of her cunt. Then, with a forceful thrust of his strong, young hips, he drove the anger-hardened member deep up into her dry, and as yet, unwanting vagina.
    She gasped with the pain and surprise of his vicious, unprepared intrusion. It felt to her as if a great, unpeeled log had been rammed into her.
    "OOOoooh! Oh, God… D-Don! Th-That h-hurts!"
    "Just lay there and take it, you bitch!" he grimaced.
    Tears came to her eyes and rolled down her cheeks, as she realized his intentions. He was raping her… punishing her for the things she had done to him before.
    Her thighs quivered and she felt them spread even more cruelly apart as his weight bore down on her forcing his huge, hardened rod of flesh deeper into her, searing her tender passage with hot pain. Her vaginal canal was being punished beyond reason; the huge cock invading her felt like hot, abrasive sandpaper as it went in ever deeper and deeper. Finally, the spongy head of his prick flicked her cervix and moved on past to lodge, solidly, against the farthest recess of her vaginal vault, and the rough material of his jeans, the buttons of his fly, smacked solidly up against the soft, resilient flesh of her sparsely hair-ringed pussy.
    Moans of pain issued from her lips. She begged, "D-Don… p-please… not like th-this…"
    He didn't hear her. There was only one thing he wanted to do, now. He was going to screw her like a fuck machine until she begged for mercy. I'll fix her! The little bitch! She's had this coming for a long time!
    Then, not caring, not waiting for her natural lubrication, he withdrew until only the head of his lust-inflamed cock remained within her chafed, tender passage; with insane force he rammed it home in her, again and again, his prick a punishing cudgel in her inflamed passage.
    Again, she groaned, aloud. This time, though, it was a groan of growing arousal… mixed with the terrible pain of his tormenting member as it pounded in and out of her tortured cuntal canal.
    Finally, tiny droplets of viscous lubricant exuded from the walls of her vagina, and the pain became less and less, the penetration of his ravishing prick deeper and deeper; she felt as though she were being split asunder each time his loins, still fully clothed, slammed into her nakedly soft genitals.
    Gritting his teeth against the chafing discomfort his precipitous entrance was causing him, also, Don fucked in and out of her, all his pentup fury concentrated in the punishing drubbing he was giving her. His hands gripped her body, squeezing her with sadistic force, then he dropped his body full upon her, taking a berrylike nipple in his mouth. He sucked on it until it grew and expanded, the areola puckering against his lips. Animalistic growls came from deep in his throat. Suddenly, he wanted to hurt her. He bit at the nipple and felt his teeth break the skin. His mouth was flooded with the salty taste of her blood.
    "AAAAAaaaaaggggh!" Marcy screamed. "P-Please… Don… dooooon't…!"
    His bite hurt her. Unexplainably, though, lightning sensations slashed at her. God! She had never had it like this! He's raping me… b-but I want him to… I–I want him to fuck me u-until… I can't stand it… anymore!
    On every plunge Don made into her liquid, now muscularly contracting depths, he felt himself coming closer to his own orgasm. Actually, when he began his insane thrusting into her, he hadn't cared whether she came to a climax or not, but now he felt her response; her loins moved up to meet him, undulant, supple, her soft, warm cunt-mouth slithering up his rampaging shaft, clasping him in the ancient dance of love. God damn… she's hot… really fucking me back!
    "Okay… doll… you ready?" he grunted.
    Raising himself, he supported his weight on his hands and began to stroke into her deeper and faster, every plunging motion causing his lust-inflated cock to soar deep up into her belly, eliciting continuous moans of passion from her lips.
    "Oh… OOh… OOOoooh! Don! Fuck m-me… hard… harder!"
    There was nothing in the world for her now, except the awareness of his thundering prick as it worked smoothly in her now lust-inflamed cuntal passage.
    She heard him panting, his breath raspy in his throat, and she knew that he was driving for his own orgasm… that he was making no attempt to satisfy her, too. She had a moment of panic. I won't be able t-to cum!
    "Donnnn!" she wailed. "M-Make me cum… too! Shove your f-finger in my ass!"
    He wondered why he hadn't thought of it.
    "Okay… you asked for it, baby!" he panted.
    Reaching down between their straining bodies, he searched her seething loins, running a finger, briefly, into the viscous moisture which trickled in tiny droplets from the portal of her vagina where his pistoning cock plummeted in and out of her. Then, finding the secret back passage she had pleaded with him to violate, he worked his finger into it to feel the spongy softness of her anal opening. He didn't work it in gradually; he thrust, cruelly, driving it into the tight working little mouth in one sudden plunging motion.
    She screamed in masochistic agony. Her hips jerked back and down to escape the searing pain of it. Don didn't withdraw his finger, nor did he slacken his pace, as he realized that he had hurt her. That her scream had done something to him, he couldn't deny… then, incredibly, he felt her squirm her hips, undulating them… screwing them up on his finger to sheathe it completely with the soft clinging sponginess of her back passage.
    Then, with both orifices of her loins filled, she began to feel it come to her, as he pounded her, unmercifully; she knew that she would have her release. It was all she wanted. It was everything to her, at that moment!
    Wantonly, she crooned her need to him. "Oh, oh, oooh! Fuck me… Don! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck ME! FUCK ME!"
    … Then… it was there! The exploding rapture wiped out everything else. She forgot the pain the fact of her being raped… almost. She soared to meet it. "AAAAaaaaauuugggggghhhhh Donnnnnn! IIII'mmmmm cuuuuummmmmmiiinngg!"
    Her body convulsed under him, her legs jerking out to either side, her head rolling, uncontrollably. This is it! "AAAaaaauuugggghhhh!"
    As she climaxed under him, Don jerked his finger from her anus. He heard it pop and hiss, slightly, and now, supporting himself on elbows and knees, he jackhammered his hard, still-expanding cock deep… deeper and faster into the hot, desperately milking depths of her satiated cunt.
    He felt the acid, searing sensation of his ejaculation begin. It hosed from him in quick jets of white, hot, viscous sperm… and he slammed into her with one, final spine-jarring thrust to hold himself immobile while the soul-satisfying sensations swept over him. Time after time, his cock pumped, wildly, until at last he was drained and he collapsed on top of her.
    Marcy's arms went around his spent body and she hugged him close to her entwined nakedness. She panted, "Oh… Don… i-it was super… wonderful!"
    "Don't be stupid… Marcy! I didn't mean for it to be!" he mumbled. "I wanted to hurt you… you know… like punish you…"
    "You d-did… but you made m-me cum… too!"
    "Quite a show!" It was Ray Donahue who stood at the doorway watching them. "What's for an encore?"
    Don came off the bed fast. He smelled danger, somehow. His rapidly deflating penis pulled from Marcy's pussy with a slight pop, as he rolled off the bed and dived for the.38 on the dresser.
    A raucous laugh greeted his acrobatic performance. "Christ, Don… what's all that for?"
    Then, he saw that Ray was not a danger; the tall youth merely stood in the door, nursing his wounded mouth and nose with a wet handkerchief. Don looked at him, sheepishly.
    "Nothing… just jumpy…" he said, and put the.38 in his waistband.
    "That's mine!" Ray said. "Give it back to me… and put your cock away… it looks kind of stupid flopping out of your pants like that!"
    Don looked down, saw that he was right, and stuffed his flaccid member back into his pants. As he buttoned his fly, he said, "I'll give you fifty bucks for it."
    "I don't want to sell it… I paid more than…" Ray stopped short, catching himself saying something he hadn't intended to say.
    "That figures…!" Don shot back. He reached for his wallet, took out bills and thrust them at his erstwhile friend.
    Ray wouldn't take the money from him, so Don stuffed the bills in the tall boy's shirt pocket. "Just for the record… Marcy saw me pay you… Okay?"
    "Hell, Don… you don't have to make a big scene about it… it's just money!"
    Don turned to Marcy, a hard, cynical smile on his face. "Now… Marcy… here's yours!" He flung a twenty-dollar bill at her. It fluttered through the air to land on her sperm-moistened pubic mound. She looked at it, stupidly.
    "What's with you, Don? You're acting real weird, tonight!" she murmured, taking the bill in her hand, as she set up in the big bed.
    "That's your price… isn't it? Then, that's what I'm paying!" he grunted. "… But, you're sure as hell not worth it!" He picked up his jacket and put it on.
    Striding to the door to leave, he added, "Don't either of you say another word to anybody… about me and Charity!"
    He left them staring after him, dumbfounded… nonplussed.


    It was a somewhat sad and lonely young man who mounted his motorbike and rode away from the Donahue home. There had been, for him, a short-lived thrill in his sadistic treatment of Marcy and a certain satisfaction in his domination of the boy whom he had once considered a friend; however, now as he pulled away from the curb, it was the complete feeling of aloneness that swept over him. If anything were to be done, he had to do it… alone, and if necessary, assume the consequences himself. It was a risky and dangerous undertaking! He had to have some money, fast!
    Then, he thought about how stupid his grandstand play had been, back there with Ray and Marcy: fifty bucks for the gun… and twenty… just to be able to tell Marcy off! Damn! That's playing it pretty stupid!
    He had to find exactly the right place… the right setup… one that would enable him to make his hit, fast, and would give him a clean getaway, afterward.
    Riding up and down the streets of Redfern, he checked out several possibilities: a couple of liquor stores and two or three all-night service stations. It came to him, then; he was thinking of pulling a robbery right in his own home-town where there were too many possibilities of recognition. Why pull something else stupid, now? There are a hell of a lot more places over in San Bernardino!
    Decisively, he headed for the larger city; his plan, now, to hit a late-closing liquor store, head toward Los Angeles, to throw off any possible pursuit, then work his way back to Redfern on the back roads. He reexamined his ideas and felt satisfied his plan was workable.
    Idling along the streets of San Bernardino, he spotted what he was looking for, a liquor store in a small shopping center. It was the only business establishment still open, and there was but a single clerk on duty within the brightly lit store with its overloaded shelves of bottle goods.
    Don parked his bike and watched the place, from a distance. There were few customers. The parking lot was almost empty. As a patron's car pulled away from in front of the liquor store, Don decided it was time to make his move.
    He left his bike, out of sight, some twenty-five yards from the entrance, the motor idling; then, pulling his stocking cap down low to his eyebrows and hastily covering his lower face with his handkerchief, he strode to the door, his snub-nosed pistol in his hand.
    The night clerk, a broad-faced man with a definite paunch was taken completely by surprise. He sat on a stool behind the counter, his nose buried in a paper-back book with a lurid, sexy cover.
    "Put the money in a paper sack… and be quick about it!" Don ordered.
    With excruciating slowness, the clerk laid the book aside and focused on the young gunman. He arose and moved toward the cash register, carefully selecting a small sack from a pile of them under the counter, as Don moved closer to watch the man's every move.
    The older man glanced once toward Don, saw his obvious nervousness and said, "Son… you sure you want to go through with this?"
    "Hell, yes!" he barked. "Don't talk! I just want the money!"
    "Just as you say! You've got the hardware!" He punched the cash register open and scooped bills into the sack, then put the sack on the counter. "There you are…"
    Don made no move to pick it up. "All of it!" he snapped. "The big stuff… underneath the cash box!"
    Obediently, the clerk lifted out the cash box, picked up more bills and put them in the sack. "That's it… you've cleaned us out!" he said.
    "Now, come around the counter… keep your hands in sight!" Don commanded.
    Again, the man obeyed, and when he had reached the end of the counter, Don ordered him to lie on the floor.
    "Don't move from there for ten minutes… and you won't get hurt!" he warned, as he turned and sprinted for his motorcycle.
    Galvanizing himself into instant action, the moment Don's running figure had cleared the door, the clerk moved fast for one of his girth. He dived behind the counter and came up with a long-barrelled.45 revolver. Guessing that the robber was working alone, he went through the door fast and flattened himself on the asphalt. He saw his target, the boy was just mounting the motorcycle. The big gun, in his hand roared out once.
    Don's left leg suddenly collapsed under him, and searing pain caused him to cry out. Then, he was on the ground. His pistol was jerked out of his waistband, and he was conscious that someone was examining his wound.
    Merciful unconsciousness blotted out the rest… until he woke up again in the prison ward of County Hospital. When he finally became aware of his surroundings, where he was… and the circumstances of his being there, he turned his head into his pillow and wept — not because of the pain — but for sheer frustration and worry about what would happen to his sister, Charity.
    Christ! I've really messed up everything!
    A white, starched nurse, fat and grandmotherly, bustled in, saw that he was awake and said, cheerily, "Time for your shot! Turn over on your side… please!"
    Obediently, Don turned, aware now of the pain in his leg. It hurt more than he was willing to admit. Efficiently, the nurse jabbed the needle into his alcohol-swabbed backside. "There… that'll be better, now!" she clucked.

    Tossing and turning, Charity spent a fitfully sleepless night. She awakened several times to check on whether Don had come home, each time finding his room empty. In the early dawn, when he had still not returned, she could not go back to sleep at all.
    She unlocked the bathroom door and peeped in on her mother's husband, Gabe. He was still fast asleep. Relocking the door, she drew her bath, having decided that she would leave early for school, well before her stepfather would be awake. She knew that she would be safe at school, since Don would not be with her. Worry concerning him furrowed her brow. She couldn't understand why be had not returned home.
    Oh, God… I hope he hasn't had an a-accident with his motorcycle… or something…
    What that vague something was, she had no idea… but there was in her a feeling that something quite horrible had happened to Donnie. A feeling of frustrated helplessness swept over her. It seemed that life was crowding her, bearing down hard… and she didn't know what to do. Everything seemed so complicated… so difficult to find solutions.
    She finished bathing, combed her hair, dressed carefully and applied a small amount of makeup to her face to hide the dark circles and the tiredness; then, she went quietly into the kitchen to get a bite of breakfast.
    There was not much left in the kitchen cupboards. No one had done any shopping for food since their mother had left; however, she was able to improvise a meal, after ransacking all the cupboards for what they would yield.
    She left for school, much earlier than necessary, walking slow, deep in her worry about Don. It was her hope that she would see him during the day… or at least, have some word from him.
    A thought that flashed through her mind and stuck there was that he had left, too. He had spoken often of it; perhaps he had done it… not wanting her as a burden on him.
    N-No… please don't let it be like that! Donnie's really all I have… now!
    Her school classes were flat, dull; they held no interest for her… and she had had to accept an unexcused absence permit in order to attend classes.

    It was right after her third period class had begun that an office runner brought a message requesting that she report to the administration unit. Reluctantly, the math teacher allowed her to go, reminding her that she now had two assignments to get caught up on, by tomorrow.
    Her heart went wild. It must be something to do with Donnie! She hurried across the campus to the main office, and arrived there, breathless from the exertion.
    As she approached the desk, she saw that Gabe Scott stood talking to the vice-principal. His back was to her, and she was flooded with a strong desire to run… turn around and leave, right then… anything but face him!
    Mr. Graves, the vice-principal, looked up and saw her, "Ah, here she is, Mr. Scott…"
    They both faced her; there was nothing she could do but walk up to them, where they stood. She was apprehensive… real fear began to build in her. Both men looked so grim and unsmiling. She ignored Gabe and concentrated her attention on Mr. Graves. He gave her a quick, reassuring smile.
    "Charity… your father has asked that you go with him to see your brother, Donald. He… ah… has had an accident… and is in the County Hospital…"
    "OOooh, no!" she gasped, quick tears springing to her eyes. "What h-happened to h-him…?"
    "Your father will explain… as you drive along… right, Mr. Scott?"
    "What…? Oh! Yes… of course… I'll tell her all about it… at least, what I know… so far…" Gabe said.
    "Well… Charity, you go along with your dad, now. You're officially excused for the rest of the day…" Mr. Graves said. "… And, I do hope your son is not too seriously injured…" His serious face reflected real concern.
    The vice-principal might as well have been a judge passing sentence upon her. There was no way she could escape having to leave, now, with Gabriel Scott… but it was the only way she would learn about what happened to Don… the only way she could get to see him.
    Dimly, she was aware that Gabe was answering, then taking her by the arm and leading her from the building across the parking lot, to his ancient, dilapidated car.
    Then, as he steered into the stream of traffic away from the high school, she asked, "Wh-What happened to Don?"
    Gabe turned bleary eyes to her, and she saw that he needed a shave, as he grunted, "Some trigger-happy bastard shot him, last night… and he's accused of an armed robbery!"
    "N-No!" she choked. "No! That's i-impossible! D-Don wouldn't d-do something l-like that!"
    "Maybe not… but that's what the sheriff's deputy told me! He's in the security ward at County General…"
    "I–Is he h-hurt… bad…?"
    "They took a.45 slug out of his leg… we'll know how bad it is when we see him."
    She lapsed into silence, hiding her worry and grief from him with a hand to her face, only half listening to his tirade on the younger generation… its long hair, weird clothing, mobility, drugs and lack of morals. In a way, she was glad that his attention was not focused on her, for a change.
    At the hospital, they were told, they could see Don for only a few minutes, one at a time. Gabe went in first. He was inside for a very few minutes. When he came out, Charity knew that he was seething with anger.
    "I can't get anything out of him!" he growled. "Anyway, he says he wants to see you!"
    Shyly, Charity went in to see him, not knowing what to say. He was sitting up in the hospital bed, a forced grin on his face.
    "Hi, Char… like come on in… and see the prize exhibit!"
    Gabe Scott, waiting outside, lit a cigarette and reflected — not on his wounded son and the charge of armed robbery that was being lodged against him, but on Charity — on the startling thing he had been told, just before picking her up at school.
    He had parked his car, walked across the parking lot toward the school administrative offices, when a musical female voice called out his name: "Gabe… wait up a second…!"
    Turning, he saw Marcy Lunceford. His first impulse was to continue walking, but she came up beside him, smiled and asked, "What brings you to school?"
    "Damn it, Marcy… I told you never to…"
    "Yeah… I know what you said… but I've got something to say… and I'm going to say it!" she said, defiantly.
    "You got nothing to say to me… in public, Marcy!"
    "Listen good, Dad, I've got a debt to pay back to that no-good son of yours!" She was venomous.
    "Don…? He's in the…" he began.
    "Yeah, Don!" she went on, not listening. "That bastard pulled one too many dumb stunts with me! Last night, he practically raped me… then, h-he said I wasn't w-worth the twenty he threw at m-me…!"
    "Don…? Y-You…?" He was taken by surprise.
    "Yeah… but that's not the juicy part… listen to this!" she said, gloatingly. "He's been b-banging Charity…!"
    Gabe looked at her in consternation. Her eyes were pure venom as he gazed at her. He knew it was the truth; her only motive was revenge.
    "You m-mean…?"
    "I mean he's been…" She looked around; there were no students within earshot. "… Fucking her… is that plain enough?!"
    "You want to hear more… Dad…?"
    "Listen anyway!"
    "That's enough, Marcy!" He turned away.
    She persisted, following him, "Yesterday, Don and… another boy both had her… at the same time!"
    Gabe had had all he could stand. "You're sure as hell not one to be telling tales…" he glowered. "How do you know all this?"
    "The other boy told me… and last night… Don threatened both of us. He h-had a gun… too!"
    "Yeah… so I hear!" he said dryly; then, "who was the other one?"
    Marcy hesitated, not knowing whether to mention Ray's name or not.
    "Well…?" he prodded. "What's his name?"
    "Ray… who?"
    She turned and walked away from him, rapidly, as the buzzer sounded for the beginning of the third period. He watched her go, her lithe walk reminding him of the supple strength in her beautiful, curving torso… and he felt the throb in his loins, as he remembered her, the last time… wanton, passionate, exploding under him in ecstatic orgasm.
    Damn her! She's a mean one… when she gets crossed!.. And, Don's had her, too? Her story about Don and Charity is damned hard to believe… but she must have been telling the truth… for only one reason… to get even with Don!
    Thoughtfully, he walked toward the school office to ask for Charity's release from school. He knew the emergency warranted it… and after seeing Don in the hospital, there would be the rest of the day. He knew exactly how they would spend it. There was one thing that galled him: Don had had her first… But, hell… maybe I can use that little tale of Marcy's… That's it! Christ… its perfect!
    Then, he was in the administrative unit asking to see Mr. Graves. Yes! This was going to be a very interesting day… after he had taken Charity with him to see Don.

    "Wh-What happened… D-Don…?" Marcy asked, not wanting to break down.
    "I flubbed it… trying to hit a liquor store… the guy shot me in the leg… but that's not important, Char… I was doing it, so I could get you away from here…"
    "R-Robbery…? W-With a g-gun…"
    "Yeah… it seemed like the only way to get some money, fast…"
    "OOOoooh… D-Don…" she wailed. "I–I never w-wanted…"
    "Like… come on, Sis… turn off the waterworks!" he choked. "The main thing is… it didn't work… so you'll have to split on your own…"
    "I–I couldn't…"
    "Damn it, Char you'll have to unless you want to stay and…" He offered, not finishing.
    "Uuuugh! N-No…"
    "Then split, now! Run like hell… hitchhike… try to make it to the communes in New Mexico! San Francisco's no place to go… stay away from there!" he went on, rapidly.
    "Y-You mean r-right… n-now…?"
    "Hell yes! Go out that door… and run… otherwise…"
    "A-And leave y-you… here…?"
    "Yes! Now, get going!" he snapped.
    The determination on his face and the steeliness in his voice pushed her over the brink of decision. She knew she would have to do it. The alternatives, if she stayed, or hesitated were too much to contemplate. Suddenly, impulsively she leaned over and kissed him. "A-All right, D-Donnie… I'll g-go!"
    His voice was like a starter's gun that galvanized her into action. She pushed through the door, and without a backward glance, walked rapidly down the corridor toward the main exit. Passing Gabe where he sat smoking, she increased her pace, knowing only that she had to gain the exit, the first door to her escape.
    "Charity!" Gabe called. "Where're you going?"
    Desperately, she broke into a run. Gabe jumped to his feet and pursued, catching her as she pushed through the big, plate glass door.
    "Let m-me go!" she screamed, struggling to escape his grasp on her.
    "You're not going anywhere!" he grated.
    "OOOoooh!" Her wail was like that of a trapped animal.
    The commotion brought several nurses to the scene.
    "What seems to be wrong, Sir?" he was asked. Genuine concern was expressed.
    "She's my daughter…" he panted. "Just been in to see… my son… all shot up in there! She just seemed to go to pieces completely hysterical…"
    "Perhaps one of the doctors should see her?"
    "No… she'll probably be all right… just needs to be calmed down…"
    "A sedative would…"
    That's it! Perfect! Christ… it's better than I'd hoped for! She just damned near ran out on me!
    To the nurse, he said, "Yeah… maybe you're right… it'd calm her down…"
    "N-NOOOoooo!" Charity screamed. "Y-You don't u-understand! I've got t-to get away…!"
    "Yes… of course, my dear… just bring her this way, Sir… and I'll get one of the doctors to see her, right away!"
    Then, she was half dragged into an examining room, her desperate struggles subdued and she sobbed to be taken to her brother. "I–I've got to s-see Donnie… you d-don't understand! Y-You don't u-understand…!"
    A serious-faced young doctor diagnosed hysteria and ordered a sedative. Her hips was swabbed with alcohol, the needle pricked her… and she desperately wanted to tell someone — anyone — what a horrible mistake they were making, but who could she tell? Who would listen?
    Dear God! There's nothing left… now! I'm… I'm t-trapped!
    After a few minutes, she felt the euphoria of the drug working in her veins, relaxing her… making her drowsy… and she didn't want that! The feeling of absolute helplessness that swept over her left her feeling empty and alone. There was nothing she could do. The half-sleep drowsiness overtook her, vision and hearing were dimmed, but she was not asleep, yet. She wouldn't allow herself to go to sleep… not yet…not yet!
    Gabe waited beside her, watching intently. There was plenty of time; he could wait. They would let him, the concerned father, take his daughter home, in an hour, perhaps. An hour would be a comparatively short time… compared to the weeks, months, years he had already waited. She must know that I found Dottie's letter… last night when I was blotto… and she and Don put me to bed! It was missing from my pocket…


    Through a drug-induced haze of unreality, Charity felt herself being led to Gabe's old car, her legs obeying, automatically, but her mind was still, dimly, uncertainly, aware that what was happening to her was bizarre. She was, for all practical purposes, a prisoner, being led off to a cell from which there was no escape. The thought swept through her that she was as much of a captive as Donnie… and the ironic part was she had been reduced to this position by well-meaning people, the nurses and the doctor who had administered the potent sedative to her.
    She balked at getting into the car, momentarily, but Gabe's strong hands forced her into the seat. "We're going home, sweetheart," he said, for the benefit of the nurse who accompanied them to the car. "Don't you understand…? We're going home, now… so you can get some rest!" He was all the concerned father, completely solicitous of her well-being.
    "N-No… no…" she mumbled, "d-don't want t-to go h-home!"
    "Everything will be all right… soon's you're tucked into your own bed…" It was the nurse smiling down at her with professional assurance.
    Oh, NO! Her mind screamed it. You don't u-understand! You d-don't know… you couldn't kn-know… what you're sending me h-home to…!
    The ride back to Redfern was a nightmare for her; she knew the streets they traveled, and she was conscious of where she was each moment. Each block of every mile was taking her closer. She had to do something. Her first attempt to escape from Gabe had been thwarted… but if she jumped out of the car when he paused at a traffic light, she could make it… perhaps she could run into a building and hide. That's it… I could hide in a ladies room… or somewhere… Oh, God… give me what I need t-to do it… now!
    Watching for an opportunity, as they moved with the traffic along the streets, Charity began thinking ahead of their route, trying to remember certain locations. Finally, Gabe stopped at a four-way-stop intersection. There was a large furniture store, a small market and two service stations. If she could make it to the furniture store, she would be safe. Gabe wouldn't dare make a public uproar. There would be a telephone; she could call the police!
    Her hand went out to the handle of the car's door, as Gabe braked to a stop. She pulled up, hard. The door swung open, and she began to scramble out of her seat.
    Gabe saw her. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her, bodily, back into the car, slammed the door and locked it. Then, shifting gears and popping the clutch, he punished the old car into a jackrabbit start, his strong fingers still holding her tight.
    "God damn it! Don't try any more stupid stunts like that!" he roared.
    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!"
    "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!
    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.
    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 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!
    "Pretty nice isn't it?" he teased.
    "I–It's b-big!" she choked. "I–It's too b-big!"
    In her imagination she saw it sliding, ponderously, into her, splitting her belly wide open. "Oh, God…"
    "Those damned young kids couldn't match this!" he stated.
    Dumbly. Charity continued to stare at him in miserable humiliation, the degradation of knowing what was coming, the sight of his obscenely naked penis, her own completely nude body spread out on the bed before him, helpless, defenseless, filled her with unfathomable feelings of shame… and she was utterly alone as she faced the sexual onslaught of this lust crazed man.
    Even as she stared, it was this same feeling of helplessness that stirred further tinglings of unwanted desire. They came surging, somehow, from her, playing like summer lightning in her loins, discharging feelings of wanton depravity along her sensate nerve endings; nevertheless, there was a new horror in her. It was not her imagination working, now. She knew it for a fact. As she watched him on his knees, above her, obscenely, stroking himself to fully erect hardness, her eyes fixed upon his lust-filled cock in his hand, she knew, without a doubt, that it really was too big. She looked at it, now, with terror and fear. It would rip her apart! How can I ever take that… h-huge thing… inside m-me…?
    "You'll really know you've been fucked… when I get this into that tight little cunt of yours!" he told her, his lewd smile of anticipation revulsing her.
    Tears brimmed her eyes, again, as she realized there was nothing she could do to prevent him from ravishing her. She hardly noticed his filthy language, now; he kept using the words over and over. Her mind was too busy assessing the complete hopelessness of her position, for there was the terrible realization that there was no escape from the sexual plunder of her helpless, young body… a ravishment that was going to be carried out, no matter what she said or did. There was nowhere to turn… no one to turn to, now that Donnie could not be there with her. She was completely at his mercy.
    Suddenly, Gabe leaned forward and dropped the full weight of his paunchy body upon her, forcing the breath from her lungs, momentarily, and the long, hard thickness of his fully erect cock was pulsating against the smooth softness of her belly. His brazenly searching hands, once more, were squeezing and mauling the full rounded mounds of her breasts, with savage cruelty, causing her to whimper in pain, beneath him, while his mouth sought hers, avidly, his long, agile tongue stabbing deep into her throat. There came, constantly, from deep in his chest, animallike sounds of pure lust, as he massaged, deeply, with strong-fingered power into her soft, young girl-flesh.
    He raised his head, after long moments of this tantalizing torture, and said, huskily, "God! You're a luscious piece… but you're not hot enough, yet! Before I'm through sucking that tight, little cunt of yours… you'll be crawling up the walls!" he boasted.
    Too late, she realized his meaning, as he moved, slithering down her body until his mouth was just inches above the coral moistness of her pussy. The horrible thought of what her own stepfather intended to do to her, now, filled her with repugnance and loathing.
    "P-Please… d-don't do th-that to m-me…" she pleaded.
    Already, he had placed his hands against the satiny smooth flesh of her inner thighs and was parting them, spreading them wide apart; her efforts to keep him from splaying her legs open wider were futile against his superior strength.
    She whined, pitifully, in her throat, as she looked down between the twin, mounding hemispheres of her breasts to the auburn triangle of softly curling pubic hair where she could see his face, passion-distorted, poised over her softly palpitating cunt.
    Kneeling between his stepdaughter's legs, his hands forcing apart the soft, young columns of her smooth, white thighs, Gabe looked down, hungrily, at the thin, gently throbbing furrow of her tight young pussy, ringed, sparsely, with soft, red-gold, auburn hair, the pink petals of her tender inner lips peeping out like two tiny, pink tongues, viscous, clear droplets of lubricating moisture clinging to them, delicately, and he smiled lewdly, in anticipation of the sensual act he was about to perform.
    Charity lay there, terror-stricken, beneath him, her eyes pleading, mutely, with him not to shame her any further; then, her humiliation complete, as he ignored her, she watched, petrified, as his hands moved up between her thighs, and she felt him place his thumbs against the soft, trembling cunt lips to part the soft curls of her pubic hair, drawing them apart, ever so slowly, to expose her innermost secrets to his hungry gaze.
    Then, she felt the humid warmth of his breath on her sensitive flesh, and she moaned aloud in an agony of shame and humiliation, as still watching, transfixed, unable to take her horrified eyes away from the scene, she saw him lower his head to her trembling loins and felt the moist length of his tongue slide, sinuously, into the portal of her defenseless, quivering vagina.
    Tremulously, she responded, instinctively, squirming with determination, her hips grinding back and away from him, jerking, convulsively, in an attempt to escape the humiliating outrage he was performing against her defenseless, naked pussy, as a seething revulsion stirred in her for the man she had known as father for most of her life, this man who was using his warm tongue down between her open thighs, building an unwanted passion within her almost to the bursting point.
    "OOOOoooh… My God! OOooh n-no! NOOooo!" she groaned.
    She didn't want it, but she could no longer deny the reality of it. Her mother's husband's tongue was there snaking up into her unreceptive, yet rapidly surrendering cunt… and she could not stop it.
    In the midst of her shame, the unwanted sensations of forbidden pleasure began to surge through her whole body from the insane, animalistic stimulation of her moist, trembling cuntal slit. Desperately, she tried to keep her mind from acknowledging the wild, sensual twinges of sexual need that stabbed, tantalizingly, through her, searing her loins with lightning flashes of ecstasy and subverting her body to his lewdly salacious will. And… in spite of all, her traitorous body demanded its own way… and won!
    Then, she was aware that Gabe's eyes were watching her, peeping gleefully up over the softly curling hair of her pubic triangle. His eyes studied her facial reactions up through her breasts, while his mouth and tongue slaved there, below, in the widespread cuntal passage between her legs. His mouth made obscenely moist sucking sounds, and she knew, in a sudden flash of insight, that he was watching… and waiting… for her final, unconditional surrender to his lewdly sucking mouth.
    I–I won't let him… I–I can't g-give in t-to him…! But those feelings… down there… between my legs! OOooh! His tongue's so wild… it's driving me crazy!
    Gabe's eyes stared bug-like up over her genital mound, observing every expression on her lovely, passion-contorted face, his tongue thrusting into her, unceasingly, racing in and out of her now wild, scorchingly hot vaginal passage. Tears rolled from her eyes, again, as he watched with sadistic pleasure. He knew it would be soon, the space of a few moments, until her already squirming body would lose the battle against him… and also with her own proud little mind.
    You're going to go all the way, baby doll. You'll be all mine… to do anything with… anything I want…!
    Suddenly, he shifted his mouth upward, his lips probing, until he found the erectile, pulsing shaft of the miniature phallus, her throbbing clitoris. He heard her mewling whimper of agonized ecstasy as he took the tiny, quivering bud between his teeth, gently; then, holding it firmly, he ran his agile tongue in tiny teasing circles around it, finally, coming to the sensitive head where he licked and sucked without mercy.
    He was gratified, as almost instantly, he felt the involuntary undulation of her loins grinding up at him in uncontrollable, rhythmic counterpoint to his obscenely licking tongue. Her head began to flail, tossing her auburn locks to and fro, the sensations generated in her seething little pussy so intense that she could only agonize; then, he heard new moans of pleasure, interspersed with whimpers of helplessness, emitting from deep in her chest.
    This is it!
    Reaching under her, he pulled her legs up, sliding his arms under them, until her knees were hanging up on his shoulders, her shapely calves draping down across his back and his hands slid in under the quivering, full-rounded orbs of her buttocks to cup them up, cruelly, tight against his maddeningly swirling tongue.
    Charity's cries of involuntary pleasure resounded in the bedroom as he shoved his long, moist tongue deeper into the searing, coral depths of her wildly pulsating cunt. With trembling hands, she reached downwards to him, the desperate battle raging within herself lost, now, her fingers entangling themselves in his hair to pull his face tighter into her steaming loins.
    He had won! She was his! Now, he was absolute master of the situation! He could do anything he pleased with her, and he chuckled his victory aloud. Christ! This'll be one fuck she'll remember… all her life!
    Yet, again, Charity's body had betrayed her. He was in complete command, now, and she could only obey, instinctively, the demands her loins made on her. Her buttocks squirmed and undulated, moving in circles upward to his plunging lingual member as she pulled his mouth close into her. Lightning played across her belly when she felt his warm, moist tongue nick down, suddenly, to taunt the hidden, tiny, brown ring of her anus.
    Her scream died in her throat. She wanted to scream, but it was changed, at the last instant, into a moan of helpless, sensual pleasure as his hot, wet tongue played at the nerve-charged opening. For him, it was only a momentary detour from his main goal, for in the next few moments, his long, agile tongue was laboring again in the tender flesh of her now, more-than-ready cunt.
    Then… she cried out, the sound of her voice unnaturally loud to her, it seemed, the moaning cry coming from deep in her tortured soul. The decision had been made for her. She couldn't resist any longer. It was pointless to do so… because now, she wanted it… needed it… more than anything else in the world.
    "Gabe! Oh, Gabe… Ooooooooooh! Ooooh, God! GAAaaaabbbbe!" she groaned in helpless ecstasy, her head flailing from side to side.
    He could hardly contain his elation. In a few moments he was going to get what he had waited so long for from his hot little stepdaughter, and it was hard to believe that it was really happening to him. Damn! He was going to cram his big, aching cock into her tight, young cunt… and fuck her silly. He could feel the load of cum building in his balls… and, now, he could hardly wait to get it into her cute little pussy.
    Jerking his head free of her insistent, hair-entangling hands, he raised up to look at her, leeringly.
    "You're getting hot, now… almost ready to fuck! That tight, little cunt of yours is really asking for it!" he rasped.
    Charity lay trembling, unable to move away from him; it was almost as though she didn't want to move, now that the moment she dreaded had arrived. Then, she knew! She had to have it… now! Her whole world centered in her throbbing loins.
    Magnetically, her eyes were drawn to and locked on his long, massive, pulsing cock, and she knew she had to have it inside her, racing in and out of her hotly quivering vaginal passage. She had to have it or she would go insane. Even the great pain she knew it would cause her, as it forced its way into her tight little pussy — that had only been stretched by boys before, would be welcome. Anything would be better than hanging on the brink in unsatisfied limbo of full arousal. God! Why doesn't h-he just p-put it in… a-and fuck m-me?
    Gabe was over her, on his hands and knees, now. His face was contorted into a sadistic leer, as he ordered, "All right, Charity, baby… take my cock in your hand and guide it into that hot, little cunt of yours!"
    This was the moment!
    Her brain spun, turning flip-flops inside her skull. She froze. God! She couldn't do it!
    "NOOooo! Oh, no! D-Don't make m-me do th-that… too…!"
    "Put it in, bitch!" he snarled.
    Forced, against her will, helplessly, she reached out, sliding her tiny hand down over her flat belly, between them, her fingers reaching for his monstrous, hardened rod of blood-engorged flesh, and her hand stopped short, an inch away; somehow, she couldn't bring herself to this final act of degradation. She groaned aloud, "Noo…!"
    "Do it… bitch… or so help me… I'll…!" He didn't finish. He dropped his head, suddenly, and took a pink, spiky nipple into his mouth… and bit down on it, salty blood flowing warmly into his mouth from the slight wound.
    "Ooooooooooh!" she wailed, her hand, instantly, reaching the final inch, her tiny fingers encircling his thick, lust-inflated prick to feel for the first time the true enormity of its massiveness. He had made his point, painfully… and she had to act.
    Gabe raised his head to glare at her. "That's more like it! Now, let's go… all the way, baby doll!"
    Working the bulbous head up and down between her open thighs to part the sparsely hairlined lips of her trembling, moistly ready cunt, she placed the tip of it at the mouth of the tiny, fearfully pulsating channel. She reeled, almost in shock, with both fear… and anticipation.
    The shiny red cockhead paused there, at the entrance, momentarily; his prick flexed, involuntarily and moved against her, sending shivers of pure, delightful sensuousness through her sensate loins.
    Flicking his hips forward, slightly, Gabe forced the great, blood-engorged head into the tight, elastic sheath, stretching the sensitive flesh, cruelly, and Charity was certain that his monstrous cock was tearing her apart as she felt her tender cleft stretch ever more and more with every fraction of an inch that it went into her.
    The pain of it, now, was more than she could stand. She screamed for mercy. "Oooooooh! G-God!Noooooo! It's r-ripping me… I–I can't stand it! P-Pleeeeeaaasssse!"
    Through pain-tortured eyes she begged him for mercy, but she saw on his face, instead, such a mask of pure, sadistic pleasure, she knew he would not hear her pleading.
    For Gabe, it was pure delight to watch her suffer… for a while, as with inexorable pressure, he continued his brutal impalement of her tortured cunt. Inch by painful inch he forced his massive cock into her quivering vaginal vault, until, suddenly, he thrust with every erg of his energy, shoving the rock-hard shaft spearing up into her tightly resisting cuntal passage with the force of a rutting bull.
    Charity screamed, again, with the searing pain of it. "Aaaaaaaauuuuuuugggghhh! I–It's killing m-me…"
    Words failed as a means of communication between them; there was only the animalistic, sexual connection, and his shaft raced, thick and lustful, with full length and breadth, into the coraline softness of her vaginal passage, pushing waves of warm, resisting flesh before it, searingly, until she felt his heavy, ball-filled sac smack into the open anal crevice between her smooth, round-cheeked buttocks, upturned nakedly, helplessly, beneath him.
    He lay still, heavy and immobile, on top of her, his breath rasping in his lungs; then, he grunted and expanded his deeply buried cock, flexing it inside her, against the tight cuntal sheath of warm sex-flesh and ground it into her vagina, deeper yet, for another fraction of an inch.
    Charity groaned; every ridge of his great prick could be felt deep up inside her belly. He repeated the expanding action several times, each muscular movement eliciting moans of agony and shame, resonating from deep in her chest.
    After a few moments, surprisingly, her sensitive, stretched cuntal walls began to adjust to the massive presence of his throbbing cock shoved deep up into the moist warmth of her tremulant pussy.
    Her whimpers and moans of pain came with less frequency as he commenced a slow, undulantly grinding movement of his pelvis that insinuated his prick even more tightly into her naked loins, expanding and stretching the resilient walls of her vaginal sheath more and more, until her agonized groans of pain became mewls of forbidden pleasure, humming in her throat, and she couldn't control them; they just came from her unbidden… and unwanted.
    And… she was suddenly on fire with forbidden passion. Uncontrollably, her hips began to move under him, grinding in tiny tight circles up against him, countering him in perfect rhythmic thrusts.
    She's ready to beg for it, now! Gabe smiled a lewd smile of triumph, as he levered himself up on his arms, above her. He pulled his hardened prick out of her now gently clasping channel until only the throbbing tip, blood-engorged and bulbous, remained between the fleshy folds of her softly hairlined cunt. Hungrily, her loins followed, attempting to regain it… but he wouldn't allow it; he kept the great cockhead there, immobile, in the warm elastic lips of her demanding vaginal canal.
    "Now, Charity, baby… you can start begging me to fuck you!" he commanded.
    "B-Beg…?" she mumbled, not understanding.
    "Yes, God damn it! Beg for it!" he roared at her.
    "OOooh… n-no! I–I can't… just g-go ahead… and d-do it… t-to me…"
    Charity flailed her head from side to side in frustration and humiliation, feeling both, strongly, as she whimpered up at him, her legs widespread, expectantly, beneath him.
    "Beg!" he snapped. "Your brother and his friend must have taught you the words… didn't they?" He expanded the lust-inflated cockhead, again, just inside, against the sensation-hungry walls of her cuntal passage.
    She purled mewlingly in ecstasy, under him. She couldn't help it, now. Every fiber in her being rejected it; she didn't want to say it, but, again, she was being forced to do it, against her will… forced to say obscene words, if she were to get what she now desperately wanted. She had to have it… and there was nothing she could do except beg!
    "F-Fuck me!" she spat up at him. "Oh, God… how I–I need it! I w-want you t-to fuck me… now! P-Please?" Her words rasped out at him between tightly clenched jaws. It was the final humiliation. There was nothing left to her, now… only her perverse desire for that huge cock that taunted at her inflamed, needful pussy.
    "Where, damn it… where do you want to be fucked?" he prodded, demandingly.
    "I–In my c-cunt!" she answered. She found it easier, now, and she went on, "Fuck m-me in my cunt… quick! I–I can't stand it any l-longer!"
    "Get on with it!" he prompted. "With what?"
    "Your cock! I–I want you t-to fuck me in the cunt w-with that big c-cock of yours!" she said, completing the litany.
    She shivered, then, with the ecstasy of the moment, as he began to rock above her, thrusting into her with short, smoothly powerful strokes, and her body began to respond of its own volition. Now, she knew that she was totally involved. There was no more will to struggle against it; she only wanted to surrender herself, totally, to the perverse, wanton desires of her flesh, and when the thought of her unconditional capitulation to her own stepfather — and what it meant — flashed through her confused mind, it brought her further excitement, the summer electric storm in her grounded in the close tight sheath where her mother's husband's big cock pistoned in and out with rhythmic ferocity.
    Faster and longer Gabe fucked it into her, and Charity's whole body responded to the increased speed and depth of his strokes. She began to squirm and writhe beneath him, as he lowered his lust-twisted mouth to hers to engulf her lips in his. She pushed her tongue deep into his throat to be sucked and nibbled, moaning, incessantly, now, up into his face, her passion-crazed mind willing to accept anything he chose to do to her. Her naked, sensate cunt ground up to him, matching the tempo of his plunging cock, accepting all of his length and breadth deep up in her seething, needful loins.
    Charity's lovely young face was contorted with ecstatic desire, her eyes glazed, nostrils flared and her breath came in panting rhythm with his plungingly masterful cock.
    Never, in her young life, had she known that such rapture could come to her. She had never expected that from the manipulation of her genitals, the licking and sucking of her then unwanting cunt to this very moment with her stepfather's big cock pistoning into her sensation-filled vagina, filling it completely, fulfilling her, that she would ever want anything so much. It was absolutely marvelous… and she forgot, temporarily, that the man, above her, was the man she had considered her father, until just three days ago.
    Then, she discovered, as she moved in concert with him, slithering her cunt up and down his thick, hardened member, that the sensations created were more intense, more delicious… more unbearably ecstatic, and she realized she hadn't really known that lying beneath a man, his big cock racing up her cunt, being fucked against her will, being raped, almost — until she had changed from not-wanting to wanting — could possibly be so pleasurable… so utterly fantastic.
    Another thought that came to her, it's insight lighting a candle of understanding in her mind, was that she wanted to give pleasure in return. She thought she hadn't wanted it at first, but this wonderful thing had been given to her, against her will, initially, but now, it was different. Now, she wanted to give herself to him… in return.
    "Don't s-stop fucking m-me… Gabe…!" she gasped into his face.
    He lifted his mouth from hers and grunted, "It's all the way, now… baby doll!"
    Reaching down between them, now, he slid a hand over her gyrating buttocks, working smoothly beneath him, searching in the moist crease between them for the defenseless, puckered circle of her rectum. He dipped a finger in the viscous moisture that trickled down from the cock-filled cunt lips above and ran it around the perimeter of the tiny, brown opening before he placed the tip of it solidly against the rubbery softness of her anus. He felt the shock of it in her body, heard her sharp, quickly drawn breath as he pressed against the elastic, puckered opening to gain an entrance there.
    "I'm going to give you something to remember, now. My finger's going right up your asshole… as far as I can shove it!" he grunted.
    This was it!
    And somehow, she found his lewd words exciting. They inflamed her passion further, for now, she wanted that, too! She wanted to be hurt… until she screamed.
    "Y-Yes! Oh, yes! M-Make me scream with it! That's what I–I want! Shove your f-finger right up m-my asshole and make me scream!" she cried.
    Suddenly, she was overcome with a delirious rapture of anticipation. He didn't make her wait for it. Pushing hard, his finger went through the barrier of elastic muscle and surged up into her, smoothly, all the way to the palm of his hand. She screamed at the initial entrance, as his finger speared into the sponginess of her unstretched rectum. Never had she felt the delicious agony of such pleasure-pain before. It was, somehow, more intense, her nerves more ready to respond, for in a very few moments, she adjusted to the foreign presence in her backside, trying to skewer herself, even deeper, on his long, middle finger. She realized, dimly, that it was an insanely masochistic desire, but now, she strained to absorb both torturing shafts into her wantonly ecstatic belly.
    Now, Gabe began to plunge in and out of her with increased speed, feeling the bulge of his finger against the underside of his cock clearly, in the thin, separating tissues, inciting the aching rod to even faster and deeper thrusts into the tight, clasping sheath of her cunt.
    She writhed, wildly and uncontrollably, beneath him, her cunt nibbling up and down his hardened shaft with ever-building fury, white, tapered thighs jerking, splaying open and closed, toes curling and slaving buttocks moving her anus on his finger in abject submission to his double ravishment.
    He couldn't wait any longer. Back behind his balls, he felt the building well of sperm attempting to break through the dam of hardened penile flesh. He began to pound into her with increased speed, depth and vigor, popping his finger from her now wide-stretched rectum to concentrate on his own driving need. Then, using both hands, he pressed her knees back, cruelly, until they framed her face, mashing back against her mounding young breasts until her whole genital plane was exposed and defenseless against his pile-driving cock.
    Charity's lovely face was contorted with wantonly reckless passion. She felt it coming to her, the dizzying heights of her orgasm poised on the brink of supreme rapture, and she began to croon up into his face.
    "Oh, OOooh, OOOOooooh! Fuck m-me! Hard! Fuck me… deep… and hard!"
    Slaving away above her, he stroked in and out of her, wildly, his jackhammering pelvis rocking her down deep into the mattress… and he could feel the walls of her cunt clasping and unclasping around his hardened length as he slammed his big, aching cock home with every stroke, the ever-expanding, blood-engorged head flicking her womb as it struck the far back wall of her vaginal glove with every surging plunge.
    Then… then, it was there… for her!
    It surged over her, drowning her in indescribable sensation. She tossed her head, wildly, as convulsive waves of orgasm swept over her, and she was transported, momentarily, on a cloud of vaporous euphoria and limitless, deep-space rapture. As from a distance, across time and space, she heard herself, repeating the ecstatic animallike cry of satiated female, "OOoooOOOOH! IIIII'mmmmm cuuummmmiiinng! Aaaaaaaaaauuuuuggggghhh!"
    Above her jerking body, her stepfather, battering into her naked, upturned loins, cradled between her wide splayed legs, felt the surging tremors rippling through her young pussy beneath him, even as he knew that his own was beginning for him, deep in his expanding balls.
    … And, suddenly, he was cumming, too, the viscous, hot sperm jetting forcefully, in spurting founts of semen, from the lust-inflated tip of his cock far up into the moist, wildly clasping confines of her open, still hungrily sucking cuntal cavern.
    "AAAuuugh! God… baby doll… that gorgeous cunt of yours… is milking my balls dry!" he panted; then, with an agonized groan, he collapsed on top of her, his full weight pinning her, immobile, to the mattress.
    After long minutes, lying under him, muscles relaxing in stages into final quiescence and complete sexual satisfaction, she was aware that his long, slow breathing meant he was on the edge of sleep. She tried, futilely, to wriggle free of his weight.
    He roused himself, groggily, "Hey… what…?"
    Charity pushed hard up against his heavy chest. "Let me up…"
    "Why…? Stay here… and rest for a little while…"
    "No… Gabe…!" she said, firmly. "You got what you wanted… now I w-want to get up!"
    "I sure as hell did…! And, you really popped, too! How was it?"
    "It was… g-good… Gabe. Now, let me get up… I've got to go take care of m-myself… I–I might get pregnant…"
    "Damn… that felt like more… later on… so stick around!"
    "All right… later's okay for me…" she lied. "Can I get up, now?"
    "Yeah… well, all right, but get your ass right back in here with me!"
    Reluctantly, then, he rolled from her, his cock pulling from her with a faint wet sucking noise. She raised herself to a sitting position and noted that his lancing member of a few moments ago was now rapidly deflating. Sliding across the bed, she swung her legs to the floor, and with her hand clasping her cleft walked quickly, in her nakedness, into the bathroom. She didn't look back at her stepfather, lying nude in the middle of the big, double bed, for she had no intention of ever returning to that room. She closed the door, firmly, behind her and shot the bolt to lock him out of her life… forever.


    A half-formed plan was in Charity's mind when she gained the temporary sanctuary of the bathroom; it was a plan to make good her flight from that house that was no longer a home. She had to act, decisively, on the instant. There was no time to lose!
    Turning on the taps, she refreshed herself, quickly; then, leaving the water running and hoping the sound would cover her movements, she went into her own bedroom, rummaged in the drawers for clean panties and bra and put them on to cover her curvaceous nakedness.
    In her closet, she found a long-neglected airline flight bag and stuffed in extra underwear, a couple of blouses, a slip and a skirt. Not daring to take time for packing more than that, she slipped on a pair of shoes and tiptoed out of her room, across the dining room to the kitchen and on out to the back porch to Donnie's little cubicle of a room.
    She put the small canvas flight bag on his mussed bed and delved into his closet. She found one of his shirts and a pair of blue jeans. Putting them on, she shrugged the jeans over her swelling hips and found they fit her rather tightly, but she was afraid to take more time to look for a larger pair. Next, she found one of Donnie's old baseball type hats and put it on, trying to tuck up her long, auburn hair to confine it, somewhat. One of her brother's windbreakers completed her outfit. A womanly glance in the mirror told her that she had not really made a transformation. It had been a vague hope that she would be able to disguise herself well enough to pass for a boy, but the swell of her hips and buttocks inside the jeans and the tell-tale shape of full-mounding breasts showing under the boy's shirt could not be hidden. It would have to do, she decided, knowing that time wasted now could be her undoing.
    Her mind was clear, and she was alert and ready. Picking up the light bag, she eased herself from Donnie's room, her ears attuned for any sound within the old house. Good! He was still in the bedroom… hopefully, sound asleep, or merely lounging at ease, at least.
    Nimbly, she slipped through the back door and ran, lightly across the back yard toward the rear gate opening into the alley. Her heart pounded with excitement. She was going to make it!
    It was Gabe! His commanding voice stopped her in her tracks. Oh, God… no!
    She turned to face him, absolute dread in her. He stood at the back door, still nude, his face contorted with anger.
    "Where the hell are you going?" he demanded.
    "I–I'm leaving… for good!" she said and turning walked through the gate into the alley, realizing that he could not possibly pursue her… naked.
    "Come back here!" he yelled.
    Charity kept walking. She didn't look back when she heard Gabe slam the back door.
    It was a little after 1:00 p.m. when she thumbed a ride downtown, and from there walked out along the street designated as an interstate highway through town. Soon, she was out of the congested area, and she walked along, alert to the traffic, her thumb waving, asking, mutely, for a ride, willing to take her chances with whomever she rode… as long as they were going east.

    Jack Leonard rolled to his side from his cradled position between Charity's mother's long, smooth tapering thighs, his thick cock sliding out of her gently clasping vaginal passage with a slight pop, a thin filament of semen connecting them for an instant, until he was on his back, and it finally broke. He was completely satiated, and he looked over at her appreciatively, taking in the curvy, youthful appearing contours of her body through still sex-hungry eyes. He had picked her up in the Palomino Club; she had seemed to be waiting for someone, but whoever he was, the man had not shown.
    Jack had walked over to her booth, where she sat alone, and struck up an inane conversation, both of them knowing it was a pick-up attempt. He had not been wrong; she went with him willingly… and she had been great in bed. This was his second evening with her.
    She fluffed a pillow for him and put it against the headboard while he rummaged for a pack of cigarettes, lighting one for himself and offering her one, too.
    "No, thanks, I don't smoke… remember," she said, smiling over at him, relaxed… sexually satisfied, herself.
    He drew smoke into his lungs and studied the glowing end of his cigarette, thoughtfully, then he said, "Dottie… I've been trying to figure you out… you're a damned beautiful woman… all alone, here in Phoenix… playing the part of a hooker… but there's something about you… you're not a real pro, at all. There's something domestic about you… like you ought of have a husband and kids…"
    Dottie's eyes glistened. It was strange, this man's insight into her, his being able to look beyond the obvious, and she responded to it.
    "I–I have two children…" she murmured.
    "A boy… a-and a g-girl…"
    She was thoughtful for a moment, trying to judge just how much she should tell this big, rangy stranger. Finally, she said, "He's basically a g-good man… but I–I…"
    "… But, what…?" he prodded.
    "H-He drinks… and can't hold a j-job…"
    "… And, you've had to support him… and the kids?"
    "I… I ran away…" she confessed.
    It was his turn to be thoughtful before answering, "Well… I can see you had quite a burden… but why run away from it?"
    Dottie turned away from him, her face to the wall, the tears running freely and unchecked, now. She sobbed, "Our l-lives… absolute m-mess… you'd n-never believe…"
    "Why don't you try…?"
    "Wh-What do you m-mean…?"
    "Tell me about it… I listen good…"
    Little by little, detail by sordid detail, he was able to draw the story from her, asking questions, listening to her answers, trying to see things from her point of view, but not making any comments. When her recounting of all that happened up to the point of her leaving and subsequent arrival in Phoenix was finished, he told her. "I can understand most of it… and I can sure see that you had had as much as you could stand… but there's one thing I think you made a mistake on… you should have gathered up that young daughter of yours and taken her with you…!"
    It was the brutal truth. She recognized it for that, and she was immediately contrite, willing to admit that she was wrong. "Oh, God… you're right… that was when she needed me the most… wasn't it!" She was clear-eyed and decisive, now.
    Later, dressed and ready to leave her, there in her motel room, Jack Leonard had made a decision to involve himself in Dottie's life. He said, off-handedly, "I've got to make a run over to L.A., tomorrow… how'd set with you if I stopped by, on my way back… and bring your daughter back here to Phoenix with me…?"
    It was an answer to her unspoken prayers. "Oh, Jack… would you…? I know it's the right thing… now!"
    "I'll need the address… and your daughter's name."
    "Her name's Charity… Charity Scott… a-and… here, let me write down the address for you!" She was excited, almost girlish in her enthusiasm. "Maybe, I should write a note to her… explaining…"
    "All right… it'll make it easier for me…" he agreed. Sitting down, he waited the few moments it took her to pen the short note.
    Dottie gave him the envelope and an impulsive kiss. "Thank you…" she murmured.
    As Jack left her, somehow, her kiss, when she gave him the envelope, was more meaningful than the frantic ones of two hours before as she came to full, sexual arousal under him. He couldn't have explained it… but he knew that that particular kiss was given to him, freely, by the real woman — a good woman, he knew, instinctively — who resided, simultaneously within the beautiful but life-used body of Dottie Scott.

    Sprawling drunkenly on the couch, Gabe grumbled at the knock on his door. "All right… all right…" he mumbled, "I'm coming…"
    He heaved himself, unsteadily, to his feet and staggered to the door. Opening it he saw a tall, spare man standing on the porch. "Yeah…?" he asked, trying to focus his bleary eyes on the stranger.
    "Mr. Scott…?" Jack queried, amiably.
    "Yeah… what do y' want?"
    "Actually, I want to speak with your daughter, Charity…"
    "She's not here…!"
    "Where could I get in touch with her?"
    "How'n hell would I know… she ran away…!"
    "Ran away from home…?"
    "Yeah… I don't know what got into her…" Gabe said, then, finally, focusing on Jack, he asked, "who the hell are you… asking all these questions?"
    "Just a friend of a friend… passing through… thought I'd stop by and say hello…" he evaded.
    "I'm Jack Leonard…" He stuck out his hand.
    Gabe ignored him. "Sorry… can't help you!" He started to close the door.
    Jack stopped the closure with a big hand, asking mildly, "How about your son… maybe he'd know where she is?"
    "Donnie…? He's in the hospital… all shot up… they took a.45 slug out of him!"
    "Which hospital?"
    "County General… why?"
    "I'll stop by and see him…"
    Gabe bristled. "What's your game? You're too damned interested in my kids! You a cop… or something…?"
    "No… like I said, I'm a sort of a friend of a friend… just passing through Redfern… that's all…"
    Jack Leonard turned to leave. "Thanks…" he said, anxious to be gone, trying to control an urge to slam a fist into Gabe's slack, drunken face.
    "Who's this friend of a friend… you're talking about?"
    The big man faced him again and said, "I don't think you'd know her… maybe you never did… really know her!"
    "Well… what's her name… damn it?"
    "Dottie!" Jack Leonard said. "Dottie Scott!"
    He walked, quickly, to his car at the curb, got in and drove away toward the avenue.
    Gabe came after him, shouting, "Dottie? Where the hell is she? WHERE IS SHE?"
    His voice was drowned out in the roar of the big car's engine. He stumbled and fell, and could only watch as the car disappeared from sight. "Where is that bitch?" he screamed.

    Once he gained permission to see Don Scott, Jack was able to gain his confidence, revealing where his mother was and telling him that she was safe and well; further, he explained why he was in Redfern, attempting to find his sister, Charity. He, also, related his conversation with Gabe.
    "Was he smashed… as usual?" Don asked.
    "Yes, I'm afraid he was!"
    "… And, you say Charity split?"
    Jack grinned. "Yes… Gabe said she ran away…"
    "That's great!" Don smiled. "I was afraid she wouldn't make it… she was really afraid he'd…"
    "Afraid…? Of what…?" Jack probed.
    Don became serious. He asked, "You really want to help Charity… and Mom?"
    "Yes… yes, I do…"
    "All right… I'll lay it on you… give it to you like it is!"
    "I was trying to get Charity away… she was afraid our old man would try to rape her… that's why I tried that stupid robbery… to get some money, so's we could split! All she had was me… and I fucked up!"
    "Do you know where she'd head for?"
    "East! I told her to head for New Mexico!" Don told him.
    "Why?" Jack wanted to know.
    "L.A. and San Francisco are no place to be on the street, right now! Where it is is the communes… and New Mexico's the best!" Don said.
    "Would she do it because you told her to?"
    "I think so!"
    "It's not much to go on, but I'll try!" Jack told the boy.

    The big freight truck, pulling double trailers sixty feet long overall, a sleeper behind the seat and requiring the services of two drivers, ground to a stop alongside Charity where she stood at the side of the highway. She looked up, almost seven feet above the ground, at the man who leaned out of the side window and said, "Where are you headed?"
    "New Mexico…"
    "Hop in… if you want a ride we're going through New Mexico…" he said, with a disarming smile.
    "Well… I–I don't know…" Charity said, doubting the wisdom of accepting a ride in a truck… with two drivers. "… I–I was trying to catch a r-ride… in a car…"
    She had been trying for over an hour and a half to thumb a ride, but the motoring public — especially travelers — she discovered was apprehensive about picking up hitchhikers. Several cars had slowed down, but the drivers had sped on, after looking her over, and she was, rapidly, getting discouraged.
    "People aren't picking up hitchhikers like they used to… too many things happening nowadays," he said, re-enforcing her own feelings; then, "Good luck…"
    The driver shifted into gear and the truck began to move, the big diesel engine developing an ear-splitting roar as the huge rig began to inch forward.
    "W-Wait!" Charity yelled.
    The truck shuddered to a stop, and she noted that another truck, painted the same bright blue had stopped just behind the first.
    "You change your mind?" the co-driver asked, leaning out his window.
    "Y-Yes… I've got to have a ride… even for a little ways… maybe you could let me off in Palm Springs…"
    "All right… hop in here! Palm Springs it is!" he opened the door, smiling down at her and offering her a hand to boost her up.
    "Th-Thank you… ever so much!"
    Just before the door was opened for her, Charity read the sign on the side of the cab: J. L. TRUCK LINES; Phoenix, Arizona; San Francisco, Los Angeles, Phoenix, Albuquerque, El Paso, Dallas, Oklahoma City.
    "I'm Pete…" the co-driver said. "My partner's name is Jeff… and you're…?"


    The caravan of two trucks stopped at a lunchstand catering to truckers on the outskirts of Palm Springs.
    "You hungry?" Pete asked her as the big freight rig came to a stop. "We usually have pie and coffee about this time."
    Charity was hungry; she had had very little breakfast and no lunch. She had no money at all.
    "Y-Yes… I am feeling a l-little hungry…" she admitted.
    Pete escorted her into the small cafe, selecting a booth near the back. They were joined in a few moments by Jeff, the driver of the truck she was riding in and the two drivers from the second truck. Jeff introduced them as Matt and Brad.
    It was a congenial lunch, the men joking boisterously, and including her in their conversation, making her feel a part of their group as they touched on various subjects.
    Charity was feeling completely at ease with the four men; not once had they said or done anything untoward to give her an inkling of their plans for her. As they pushed back empty plates and finished off second cups of strong, black coffee, Jeff said to her, "It's sometimes hard to get a ride out of Palm Springs… you could get stuck here all night! Why don't you just stick with us… until we get to Phoenix, maybe…"
    She looked around at the circle of friendly faces. They all seemed to be such open, friendly men, rather straightforward, somewhat rough, perhaps, but certainly they were not men who would take advantage of a young girl, alone; besides, Matt had said that he had a daughter near Charity's age. Jeff, the oldest had mentioned, somewhat boastfully that he had a two-year old grandson.
    "We'd sure like to have you along," Jeff added, "to sort of help liven things up a bit."
    "All right… I–I'll go with you, then… as far as Phoenix…"
    "I've got to get our thermos bottles filled with hot coffee," Jeff said. "I'll be right with you." He excused himself and went to the truck for the thermoses.
    Pete and the other two men, trailed by Charity, trooped out to the trucks where they busied themselves checking over the big rigs to make sure everything was functioning correctly and safely.
    "We have to do this every time we stop," Pete told her.
    "Why is that?" she asked trying to show an interest in his work.
    "Safety regulations… we have to be sure everything's all right; otherwise, we can't operate on the highways."
    "That sounds like a good thing…" she observed.
    "Yeah… we never know when they'll inspect us…"
    "I see…" she said, inanely, wishing now that they were moving, again, putting more miles between her and Redfern, California.
    Jeff returned with the freshly filled thermos bottles, swung up into the right-hand seat and gave Charity a hand-up to the high cab. He leaned out and told Pete: "You go ahead and take over herding this rig for a while!"
    "Okay!" Pete climbed into the driver's seat, started the powerful diesel, clutched it into gear and moved out on the highway, shifting smoothly through the numerous gears.
    After an hour or so, Jeff poured steaming coffee for them. He and Pete had their coffee black, but Jeff poured hers from the other container. "I noticed you used cream and sugar, so I had this one fixed up special for you," Jeff told her. "Hope you like it."
    Charity accepted the creamy, sweet coffee, gratefully. "I don't see how you can drink it black, like that… it always seems so bitter."
    Later, after a second cup, she yawned, deeply, and confessed that she felt terribly sleepy.
    "Well, just crawl on back there in the sleeper where you can stretch out," Jeff said.
    "Thank you… I will…" She clambered up into the almost coffinlike box behind the seat and laid down, feeling more drowsy every moment.
    She was in a twilight state of semiconsciousness. The drone of the voices of the two men in the cab was muted, drowned, partially, in the roar of the mighty engine as it ground along, pulling a long grade.
    "How much… give her… in that… coffee?" Pete.
    Their voices cut in and out. She yawned.
    "Enough… sleep… until we get to… Salome…" Jeff's voice.
    "… Hurt her… will it?"
    She was missing whole words and sentences, now. It was terribly hard to concentrate. They seemed to be talking about her. Something in the coffee? Sleep…? Her eyes closed. She couldn't keep them open.
    "Last one… we had… one hell of a lot of… fun…" Jeff, again.
    Deep sleep was overtaking her, but something seeped through her consciousness: they p-put something… in the coffee… t-to make me s-sleepy! God… can't stay awake… got t-to get out of here… g-get away!
    Her regular breathing told the two men in the truck cab that she was sound asleep… knocked out… drugged!
    Jeff looked back at her and reported, "She's out like a light! Damn! I can hardly wait!"
    "We'll have to… now!" Pete reminded.
    "Yeah, I know… Remember, now… she's supposed to be your wife!"
    "No sweat!" Pete said, grinning lewdly. "I'd sure as hell rather crawl into bed with her than with the old bat I'm married to!"
    "She's damned nice!" Jeff agreed.
    He leaned into the sleeping compartment and fumbled with the buttons of her shirt, opening it halfway to her waist; then he slid his hand inside to fondle her breasts. "Damn!" he breathed. "Young and tender… just the way I like them!"
    Down below, his penis jerked to attention and bulged out in his pants. "Christ! She's a gorgeous looking little piece of tail!"
    "No free samples, yet!" Pete kidded.
    Jeff turned back to face the road. "Just a little preview, is all!"
    The two-truck caravan rumbled through Blythe. Since their cargo was not produce, there was no entomological inspection by Arizona Agricultural Inspectors, but they were waved into a truck weigh station several miles further on down the highway.
    A Highway Patrolman, a member of the weighing team asked about the woman sleeping in the sleeper.
    "My wife…" Pete lied easily. "She conked out on us… said she wasn't feeling too good…"
    "What seems to be wrong?"
    "She's about six weeks along… and her stomach's kind of squeamish!" He laughed. "You know how it is…?"
    Pete grinned, lewdly, "Knocked-up solid!" he said.
    "Well… just let her sleep, then… we won't bother her," the patrolman said, agreeing, tacitly, to bend the regulations, slightly.
    Vaguely, Charity was aware that they had stopped. She had to get out of there! Her muscles wouldn't respond. Call out for help! Dear God! I–I need someone… anyone… t-to help me! She couldn't form the words to call out! She was absolutely helpless.
    Then, they were moving, again, and the hypnotic roar of the engine, the whine of the tires and the gently rocking motion of the truck as it sped down the highway, combined with the drug in her bloodstream to keep her fast asleep.
    She was not aware that the trucks stopped one more time in a turn-out at the side of the road while the four men conferred.
    Jeff told them, "We've still got to have a good reason for stopping… otherwise the boss'll be on our backs!"
    "All right, but what?" Brad asked.
    "A tire's easiest…" Jeff said. "Just let the air out of one of the inside duals… it'll take at least two hours to get it off and back on!"
    "Where…?" Pete queried.
    "Salome… We'll check into a motel, then bring her in!"


    Charity awoke, groggily, to find herself lying on a bed. The ceiling swam into focus, first, then gradually, the room began to take on substance and outline; finally, she could assess what her senses told her: she was nude on the bed. The four men, drivers and co-drivers of the two trucks were in the room with her. Jeff sat on the edge of the bed, nearest her, a glass in his hand, smiling, lewdly, down at her nakedness. Brad sat on the foot of the bed smoking a cigarette. Lounging at ease, just taking a long draught from his glass, Pete sat in a gaily upholstered chair. Matt sat on a straight chair leaned back against the wall.
    "She's waking up!" Jeff warned.
    "Christ! It's about time!" Matt commented.
    Her eyes fluttered open wide, then, and she looked around the room, alarm and fear surging through her. All four men were watching her, avidly.
    She struggled to sit up. "Wh-What…?" she managed, a scream rising to her throat.
    Jeff's hand went tight over her mouth. He hissed down at her. "Not a peep out of you!"
    Rolling her head from side to side, she tried to escape his restraining hand; then, as she tried to use her hands to tug his hand away from her mouth, her wrists were seized in dual, stronghanded imprisonment.
    "Hold her, tight!" Jeff grunted.
    Charity heaved up against him, lashing out with a knee at the same time. Likewise, now, her ankles were grabbed and held in strong hands. She lay spread-eagle, held immobile by four men, Jeff's hand still clapped, tightly, over her mouth.
    "Now, you little bitch!" Jeff panted. "We're not going to hurt you… unless we have to! We're just going to have us a little gang fuck… with you!"
    She tried vainly to escape their tight handholds on her.
    Jeff went on, "No use to try to get away! Now, all you have to do is cooperate! Make up your mind to that… and you'll be all right! You know what we want!?"
    Charity stared in disbelief up at him, her eyes pleading for mercy. My God! F-Four of them!
    "You understand what I'm saying?"
    Her head wagged in the affirmative, and he added, "All four of us are going to gang fuck you… one way or another… and whether you cooperate or not!"
    Desperately, she thrashed arms, legs and head, in another futile attempt to gain her freedom. They held her tight and let her struggle against them for several moments.
    "Goddamn… we'll have to tie her and gag her!" she heard Matt say who was holding one of her legs.
    "Okay! Bitch! You asked for it! Tie her up… and get something to gag her with!" Jeff ordered.
    Pete's voice, now, louder than the others, gained their attention, "Christ! Fucking a woman that's tied up isn't much fun! You don't know yet whether she'll cooperate or not… ask her… then let her answer! She can't answer with your hand over her mouth!"
    "Okay… go ahead, smart-ass… ask her, yourself!" Jeff grunted.
    "Listen, doll," Pete said, close to her ear, "you know what's going to happen to you, one way or another, don't you?"
    Charity shook her head up and down, tears glistening in her eyes. She knew! The prospect frightened her, beyond all reason, but she didn't want to be tied up. That was even worse!
    He went on, "If we don't tie you up… will you play ball with us… don't yell… or try to make a break for it!"
    It was a minuscule alternative. No matter what she did, what she agreed to do… or not do, she was going to be subjected to the sexual desires of all four of them… at the same time! My God… how could I ever do it? Four men… at the same time… i-it would k-kill me! Then, one of the men — it must have been Matt, she decided — ran his hand, gently and sinuously up her thighs, and, unerringly, drew a moist finger through the coral furrow of her loins, parting the lightly curling, auburn pubic hair to find the softly pulsing bud of her clitoris. The sensuous contact caused her to jerk her hips away and writhe them down into the soft mattress. Unwanted sex thrills flashed through her, instantly, and she knew the answer she must give. Her head moved up and down in the affirmative. If it has to happen, anyway… I don't want to be t-tied up and g-gagged…
    "Take your hand off her mouth!" Pete told Jeff.
    Her mouth was freed. She licked her lips and looked up at the circle of faces above her. It was then she discovered that they had prepared for this; the bed had been dismantled and the mattress lay directly on the floor.
    "You do understand the conditions, don't you?" Pete asked.
    "Y-Yes…" Her voice was dull.
    "You want a drink…?" Brad asked, pushing a water glass under her nose.
    "P-Please… I–I would like to have some water…"
    "I'm talking about whiskey…" Brad said.
    Whiskey! Perhaps it would help… at least it might dull things a little for her.
    "All right… I'll have a drink!" Charity said with decision.
    "It'll help…" It was Brad, again; he put an arm under her shoulders and lifted her to a sitting position. Thrusting the glass into her hand, he slopped cheap bourbon into it. "Sorry… no mixer… no ice… just drink it neat!"
    She sipped. The fiery liquid burned her throat, and she made a wry face. "UUugh!"
    "Come on… drink it down!" Jeff snapped. He took the glass from her, placed it to her lips and tilted it. "Drink it!" he commanded. The raw liquor spilled down her throat, and he would not allow her to stop drinking until the glass was empty.
    Charity gasped for breath. It seemed as though her whole insides were seared, and the warmth was beginning to spread through her whole body.
    "Ugh! That's h-horrible stuff!"
    Pete moved in behind her, his hands going around, under her arms, to capture the fullness of a youthful breast in each callused palm. Purposefully, he kneaded and massaged the soft, smoothness of them, the satiny skin sliding through his hands sensuously. Then, she felt the hairiness of his chest pressed up against her back… and lower down, the hard warmth of his erect penis brushed the small of her back. He was naked! She decided that he must have been undressing while the whiskey was being forced down her… and now, he was squatting or kneeling behind her, fondling her breasts, with his cock, already hardened, shoved up against her warm flesh. She shuddered. It had begun!
    Shakily, she asked, "C–Can I–I have another one… before you do it to me?"
    "Okay…" Jeff said, dubiously, "but we don't want you to get too swacked to shake that hot little ass of yours, baby!"
    The glass was put into her hand, again, an inch of bourbon in it. She raised it to her lips and took a large gulp.
    "Take it easy, baby!" Matt warned. "That's pretty powerful stuff… if you're not used to it."
    Charity looked down at him where he sat, near her feet, his hands busy moving up and down the smooth, soft columns of her thighs. She said, "I–I need s-something strong…"
    They watched her as she drank, sipping now, and letting the searing liquid slide down her throat. She hated it… but she wanted to be completely numb. When she finished the last drop, Jeff took the glass from her hand; Pete, behind her, laid her down on the soft mattress and slithered down beside her. Instantly, he sought for and captured her mouth with his, his tongue bursting through her lips to slide deeply into her throat. Strangely, and perhaps because of the helplessness of her position, she found herself responding to him, her own tongue lashing out to joust with his. One of his hands caressed her full-mounding breast, rolling the pink bud of her nipple between his fingers until it speared out hard, the areola puckering up at its base.
    Then, Brad, who had rapidly stripped himself naked, stretched out on the other side of her, his warm body snuggling close, and she felt the hard rod of his prick press up tight against her smooth, white thigh. It seemed to be the twin, massive and long, of Pete's whose hardened cock pressed hard against the other thigh. Now, Brad's mouth was on her other breast, sucking and nibbling, voraciously, drawing the nipple and the areola completely into his mouth.
    The liquor in her bloodstream began to spread its warmth through her body, the searing heat of it seeming to concentrate in her loins where tiny, tingling thrills of unwanted sexual excitation had begun to play a game of erotic leapfrog. An uncontrollable moan escaped her lips. She had to face the inevitable: even though she was being subjected to these rapacious outrages against her body, she was helpless to stop them, in the first place, and in the second instance, she was responding to them, against her will. She had hoped that the alcohol would numb her to the point where she could go through with it… but not be a part of it. It was hopeless. Her body was responding just as it had with Gabe… and with her brother and his friend, Ray Donahue.
    Matt's voice came to her, from a distance; she looked up to see him, standing near her feet, stepping out of his pants. His erection lanced out through the fly of his shorts. He stripped them off, and his lust-inflated member stood out at an acute angle from his hairy loins, the sperm-filled scrotum swinging, heavily, below. "Christ… I've got to get my mouth on that sweet little cunt!" he grunted, dropping to his knees.
    Then, she watched, horrified, as he pulled her knees up, flexing them, his hands going down her soft, inner thighs, forcing them to splay apart. Briefly, she resisted him, trying to keep her knees together, but he growled, "Goddamn it! Open your legs, bitch! If I have to…"
    He didn't have to finish his threat. Charity knew — although she had not been mistreated, yet — that if she did resist, they would not hesitate to beat her, unmercifully. It was there in their powerful, hulking bodies… and in the fact they had carried out their planned rape… drugging her and bringing her to this motel room. She had no idea of where she was. The thing uppermost in her mind was to do what she must, without risking the possibility of being hurt, seriously. She allowed her legs, then, to be spread apart, slowly, and she heard his gasp and the wash of his warm breath over the sensitive flesh of her now widely exposed vaginal slit.
    She could feel the moisture as it gathered there, exuding from the nearly aroused walls of her softly palpitating cunt. Then, his long, wet tongue taunted at the opening, at the tiny bearded mouth of her passage, for a long moment before he plunged it into her searing depths. Wildly, he moved it in and out, duplicating the motion of Pete's tongue in her mouth. She moaned, involuntarily, and sucked on the long lingual member that raced in and out of her throat so hungrily.
    Shifting upward, then, Matt's lips nibbled their way through the searing, coraline flesh to find the tiny, erect miniature phallus, hiding in its folds of flesh, the sparse, pubic hair parting as his tongue pressured into it, tantalizingly.
    Both Pete and Brad could feel the deep shock of it in her. The sparking are was grounded in her sensitive loins, the surge of it causing her to writhe her buttocks down and away from the erotic, super-charged sensations. In an instant, unconsciously, uncontrollably, her now fully aroused cunt moved, undulantly, up to Matt's plundering mouth.
    "Oh… OOoohh… OOOooohhh!" she moaned into Pete's mouth.
    Exquisite sensations multiplied themselves in her, and she could do nothing to stop them. The alcohol she had absorbed had not deadened the nerve ends of her body to them; if anything, she was more alive to their manipulations. She savored Pete's tongue in her mouth and his hand that roamed over her body, returning always to a breast, fondling and caressing it, the taut, smooth roundness of it satiny in his hand, the nipple spoked out pertly into his palm.
    At the other breast, Brad still nibbled and sucked, unceasingly, at that nipple, his hand, too, smoothing down across her flat belly to caress the lesser mound just above Matt's licking, sucking mouth.
    … And, now, Matt took the throbbing, erectile clitoris into his teeth, holding it, lightly, while his tongue danced in a circle directly on the tiny head of her throbbingly alive female bud.
    The sensations generated in her aroused body was almost more than she could stand. Her naked, exposed genitals rose up to the tantalizing mouth, and she groped with both hands down to the center of her sexual being, searching for and finding Matt's head. She took hold of his hair and pulled his face tight up to her needful, sensation-filled cunt.
    "Oh, Godddd!" she breathed into Pete's mouth.
    "Okay, Matt! That's enough of that fancy stuff! It's time to do some plain ole fucking!" It was Jeff's voice.
    Suddenly, Matt's mouth was jerked away from her seething loins. She looked down to see that Jeff had pulled him roughly away, and he now knelt between her widespread thighs, his hand grasping his huge, lust-inflated cock. She watched mesmerized as he drew the foreskin back to reveal the knob of its head, satiny smooth and fiery red, ready for action. She could see the clear viscous tear of moisture wetting its tip.
    "You ready to be fucked?"
    Charity hesitated for a moment, not answering. She was not going to beg in humiliation as she had with Gabe. The memory of it searing her once more.
    "I–I don't have a choice… d-do I…?" she moaned in abject acceptance.
    "No! You sure as hell don't!" Jeff snapped and dropped his weight on her, his pelvis cradled between her open legs, but his upper body supported on brawny, work-hardened arms. On either side, Brad and Pete moved away, slightly, making room for Jeff as he guided his hardened cock into her with no further preliminary.
    The blood-engorged cockhead entered her tender, warmly wet young pussy, and Jeff forced it all the way in with one forceful lunge, using all of his strength to shove his huge, tumescent rod deep into her quivering belly. The defensively lubricated sheath of her cuntal passage was clenched, the massive head pushing waves of her tight, vaginal walls ahead of it. It felt to her like a great, unpeeled log being shoved into her without mercy.
    She screamed aloud with the sudden stretching pain. Every ridge of his hardened cock was evident to her, as he slammed into her, his pubic bone crashing into hers and his balls slapped up tight and hard into her naked, upturned buttocks.
    "OOOoooOOOOoooooOO! Th-That hurts!" Tears welled into her eyes.
    "Shut up, bitch!" Jeff growled. "Another yell like that… and I'll knock your head off!"
    Then, like an insane, unthinking automaton, he began to fuck in and out of her, completely oblivious of her groans of pain. He pulled almost all the way out, only to plunge back in, again, with punishing force. Faster and deeper he drove it into her, interested only in achieving his own satisfaction. She began to lubricate more after a few moments, and it became more bearable; however, there was nothing she could do. She couldn't move with him or against him. All she could do was lie there, on her back, and accept his buffeting cock into her young and tender cuntal passage that protested, painfully with each slamming stroke.
    She could never have explained it, but suddenly, she began to feel it, herself; his pummeling cudgel wasn't hurting as much. The abraded passage adjusted to his vicious pounding, and before she knew it, she was fully aroused and wanting it.
    Her hips began to move, countering his pile-driving thrusting hips, undulating them up to him, wantonly, as she took his massive cock deep up into her vaginal tunnel.
    I didn't want it this way!
    Suddenly, she knew that Jeff was driving for his ejaculation. He panted and groaned on top of her, his lustful prick soaring in and out like a runaway steam engine.
    Jeff felt it, too. Then, it was there. He drove his cock deep in her gently clasping pussy, his balls slapping up against her full, white buttocks… and held himself there, unmoving, while his lewd, hot sperm hosed through him to splash, forcefully, against the back wall of her womb.
    "AAAuuughh! Chriiiiiist!" he exploded.
    Desperately, she bucked up against him, wanting him to continue, but his rapidly deflating penis could not function, now. He would have to have a period of rest. His frantic plungings into her had only served to arouse her, fully.

    Jack Leonard stopped along the highway, several times, questioning cafe countermen, service station attendants and motel managers as to whether they had seen a runaway girl hitchhiking towards New Mexico. He had only a sketchy description of her and how she was dressed from Donnie, but he was dogged in his determination.
    Many of these people knew him from long association.
    One counterman told him, "Well Jack… I saw a girl who looked a little bit like that, but she was dressed in boy's clothes. She was in here with some of your drivers…"
    "You sure they were my men?"
    "Hell! Jack… I know your rigs when I see them!"
    "All right… thanks…" he said, making sure to leave a dollar tip tucked under the saucer of his half-full coffee cup.
    It was little enough to go on, but he decided it might be worthwhile to check some of his own trucks as he saw them along the highway. Let me see… there should be four or five east-bound rigs, today… Two from San Francisco… and three out of Los Angeles… and those two from 'Frisco are running together! That accounts for the counterman saying some of my drivers… and knowing my rigs. Let's see… who'd they be… Jeff Riggs and Peter Dolan… and the other one's Bradley Dawson and Matt Richardson…
    Mentally, he pinpointed the two trucks he would be watching for, hoping that by some wild coincidence he might be able to find Dottie's daughter for her. He knew she would be pleased… and somehow, for longer than he wanted to remember, he felt like pleasing a woman. The memory of Dottie was strong in him. Then… he caught himself up short: What in hell am I doing… mooning over her? I swore I'd never give another woman a chance to get at me… inside of me, where I live! Come off it! She's just another cunt!

    As Jeff's pounding cock stopped, for her, in mid-stream, and she felt his hot, white semen cascade into her, his rock-hard member deflating, she felt as though she had been left hanging in mid-air, unfilled and unfulfilled.
    "OOOooooh!" she moaned. "Keep going! Keep fucking my cunt!" She groaned it out, spontaneously, from the core of her very being, and she couldn't believe that she had said it.
    "Get the hell off of her, Jeff… and let a real man fuck her! You heard what she said!" It was Brad lying beside her. He scrambled up and gave Jeff a shove, rolling the older man to one side.
    Brad came to kneel between her wide-splayed thighs and looked down at her young, now overheated pussy. Uncontrollably, her hips undulated her loins up to him, and she heard herself murmur, "Oh, Pete! Fuck me…! P-Please…?!"
    "She's really wanting to be fucked, now!" Matt chortled. "Let's get her up ass-backward… so she can handle more than one at a time!"
    Charity felt herself being turned over, her hips hauled up until she was on her knees, her round, full-sculpted buttocks upturned nakedly in the air behind her, as she rested on her elbows.
    Kneeling behind her, Brad used his hands to spread her defensively clenching buttocks wide, then guided his steel-hard rod of flesh straight into her wildly clasping cuntal sheath. He flicked his hips and drove his aching cock deep up into her already sperm-filled depths. She gasped, as she realized the size of him. He was larger by far than Jeff who had just shot his alien cum up into her unsatiated cunt.
    "My God! I–It's too big!" she wailed.
    Several times, he worked it in and out of her, and she adjusted to its monstrous size. Then, as he began to fuck into her smoothly from behind, the wild sensations returned, again, to her, and she ground her naked buttocks back against the hair of his groin, counterpointing his virile thrusts, his huge cock soaring deep up into her belly, the blood-engorged head lodging with every stroke at the extreme capacity of her cuntal passage.
    At the time, she felt it was the most natural thing in the world to take Pete's long, straight and thin cock into her mouth when she felt it brush her lips. He lay sideways in front of her, his hardened member lancing straight out at her side-turned face.
    "Here, doll… suck on my cock!" he ordered.
    Automatically, unthinking, responding only to the erotic stimulus, she opened her mouth and took the satiny, blood-filled head of Pete's prick between her lips, ovaling them over it, her tongue beginning to lave it in hungry little swirls around the corona; then she tried to push the tip of her tongue into the tiny slit, and she felt the shock of the sensations it caused him, as the long member jerked and throbbed in her mouth. Gradually, he began to push up against her, flexing his hips to force the long, hardened cock deeper into her mouth… and into her throat. She accepted it; almost all of it but a little stretch was now absorbed into her tiny mouth and deep into her throat.
    "Damn it!" she heard Matt growl. "I've got to get some of that tight, little cunt, too!"
    "Wait your turn!" Brad snapped.
    "Hell no! I've waited too long, already! Anyway, we can both take her… at the same time!" Matt insisted.
    "Easy! One of us in her cunt… the other one in her ass!"
    Charity wanted to cry out in protest at the lewd suggestion, but she couldn't. Her mouth was filled with Pete's throbbing cock which he now fucked in and out wildly, as she hollowed her cheeks sucking voraciously on it. Dear God! Th-That's inhuman… impossible! They c-can't do THAT t-to me!
    Then, she felt Matt's hands, cupping smoothing and caressing the rounded orbs of her buttocks, his hands sliding down between Brad's flexing pelvis that pistoned his big cock in her and her own quivering, clenching behind. One of his fingers delved into the crease, searching for her palpitant rear entry. He found the puckering, brown, nether entrance and pushed at it, experimentally, the tip of his finger going into her past the tiny clenching muscle barrier. Having found the route, he shoved hard, his finger moving into the soft, spongy flesh of her anus. Charity screamed, inwardly, her throat working, but no sound escaping her around the huge cock fucking up into her throat and mouth.
    For a few moments, he sawed his finger in and out of her resisting back passage, in time to the thundering cock of the one called Brad, behind her. He added a second finger, thrusting both into her tortured anus, brutally.
    Heaving herself up on her hands, kneeling now on all fours, she was able to clear her mouth of Pete's long, hard penis. She screamed. "OOOoooooohhhhh! Gooooddddd! D-Don't!"
    Jeff slapped a naked buttock. He gritted, "Shut up, bitch! We warned you not to scream!"
    She sobbed out, "Wh-Why don't you j-just fuck m-me in the cunt… b-but don't d-do THAT t-to me."
    "That's great!" Matt chortled. "She knows all about it!"
    "NOOoooo!" she moaned.
    "If you don't… you soon will! You're just about stretched enough, now!" Matt went on. Then, to Brad: "Shove your cock in her hairless little asshole, now… and I'll guarantee you there's nothing hotter or tighter in the whole world!"
    He pulled his fingers from her searing back passage. The one called Brad slipped out of her wildly clasping cunt and placed the tip of his rock-hard cock at the tiny, cringing anal mouth, and Matt used both hands to pull her buttocks far apart to expose her completely to this unnatural ravishment.
    "Come on… shove it in her!" Matt snapped.
    The man behind her flexed his hips, forcefully popping the head of his tumescent member an inch into the warm sponginess of her backside. She began to moan loudly, but Jeff was there, instantly, to clap a hand over her mouth. "Not another peep!" the older man ground out close to her ear.
    Brad pushed harder into the smooth rubbery flesh. It went in another inch. She felt as if a red-hot forging were being shoved into her back between her open buttocks.
    "Ram it all the way up her!" Matt hissed, his eyes bulging at the sight of his friends hardened cock sunk into the young teen-ager's ovally stretched rectal mouth. Then, with superhuman effort, sweat popping out on his brow, the exquisite pleasure-pain almost too much for him, Brad strained, using all the strength of his back and legs… and drove his massive, blood-engorged cock all the way into her tightly resisting little rectum with one prodigious effort.
    The pain of it was more than she could bear. Her vision dimmed; there was a roaring in her ears… and she screamed and screamed, soundlessly, into the one called Jeff's restraining hand.
    She felt the great presence, in her rear passage, expand involuntarily several times, and to her amazement, she began to adjust to it, as he moved it, experimentally, in her.
    "Now, turn her over!" Matt grunted.
    Brad wrapped his muscular arms around her, tightly, and rolled to his side, she following; then, he squirmed over onto his back, heaving her up to lie on his stomach, his hardened cock still sunk far up inside her wide-stretched rectal passage.
    Now, the one called Matt knelt in between their legs and pulled her knees up, slightly, splaying the tapered white columns of her thighs wide. He guided his cock right into her, without preparation, and drove it deeply home in the palpitating coral flesh of her young and tender cuntal passage.
    Moaning with both the pain and the pleasure of it, she flailed her head, tossing her auburn hair about her contorted face. Jeff, realizing that she was adjusting to the two massive male cocks sunk deep in her loins, and would probably not cry out again said, "I'm going to uncover your mouth, now… but you'll have to promise to be quiet… okay?"
    She nodded her head in agreement. God! T-Two of them up inside me at the same time. I–It feels l-like they're t-tearing me apart!
    Above her, Matt began to fuck in and out of her, her sensate vaginal passage exploding with sensation. Little by little, she ground up to meet him the reverse movement, driving Brad's huge, lust-throbbing penis deep into her tightly locked anal passage.
    … And… after a few moments, the rapture that came to her was immeasurable, as she began to move with abandoned wantoness, accepting the double ravishment of her loins in joyous ecstasy.
    The one named Pete knelt, then, crossways over her, his aching cock throbbing just over her face. She opened her lips to take it, hungrily, into her mouth, sucking wildly on it, as he began to move in rhythm with the other two men, the one called Matt, above her, surging into her cunt, the one called Brad, below, flexing his hips up to move, smoothly, into her throbbing anal passage.
    Rested, partially, but stimulated, erotically, to full arousal, again, Jeff could no longer stand merely to watch them; his hand went down to his wildly pulsing cock, grasping it and stroking himself to hardened readiness, then he moved close to the tangle of moving bodies, picked up Charity's hand and guided it to his massively erect prick. Curling her tiny hand around his throbbing member, he moved her hand up and down the great shaft to indicate his need to her.
    Charity was filled with searingly erotic sensations, and she was, literally, filled up with cock. There was nothing in her world, at that moment in time, but cock. Matt fucking like a demon into her desperately clasping cunt. Behind and under her, Brad fucked wildly in and out of her hotly clasping rear passage, feeling as he did, the massive bulge of Matt's huge cock, sliding in the sheath of her vagina, the separating tissue feeling almost nonexistent between the two plundering cocks.
    In her mouth, she had Pete's long, thin penis on which she sucked, avidly, absorbing him deeply into her throat, and in her tiny fist, was Jeff's huge pulsing shaft of flesh.
    A concert of motion existed among them, point and counterpoint, the rhythm and tempo increasing by degrees, the multiplicity of sensations building almost beyond all endurance in her, until she knew she would explode on the instant into surging orgasm. She began to cum… and cum… and cum, almost unendingly.
    "Oh! OOOoooh! OOOOOoooohhh! Goooooddddd! I'mmmm cummiiingg! Aaaaaaaauuuggghhh!"
    She couldn't scream it aloud. Suddenly, she realized that the expansion, the wild throbbing of Pete's cock, in her mouth, heralded the beginning of his climax. He came. The hot, white semen jetted from him, deep into her throat, and she swallowed, automatically, to keep from gagging, the flavor of him, she decided, was not unpleasant. Finally, with a gasp, Pete pulled his deflating prick from her still sucking mouth and rolled to his side with an audible groan of deep satisfaction.
    Matt, cradled between her widespread thighs, slammed hard, long, strokes into her… and she began to cum for a second time.
    "Aaaaaaaaauuuugggghhh! Ffffuuuuuckkk mmmeeee… haaaarrrd! AAAuuugh!"
    Almost simultaneously, Matt and Brad began to spew their lewd, viscous sperm into her. She could feel both wildly pumping cocks hotly filling her intestines and belly as they jerked, involuntarily, Matt continuing to move, slightly, as he ejaculated, Brad heaving up, lifting them both, as he drove deep, his semen spurting into the confines of her quiveringly sensate rectum.
    Matt collapsed on top of her, but Jeff, wild with desire, would have none of that. He unclasped her hand from his pulsingly ready prick and prodded Matt, roughly. "Get your ass off of her!" he commanded pulling Matt bodily away.
    Instantly, Jeff was between her legs, his big cock slipping into her cunt smoothly, to fuck her to yet another orgasm. This time, she almost blacked out as she came… and from a distance she heard her own voice, unreal and screaming: "Come on…! Fuck me! Haaaarrrd! Haaaaarrrrrrdddddeeer! Fuck me! Oh, God! Fuuuucccckkkk meeeeee! OOoooh! Aaaaaaaauuuuuuuuggggghhhh!"
    For the second time, then Jeff spewed, explosively, his sperm hosing, searingly, through him in great throbbing spurts.
    "Oh… Chriiiiiiiiist!" he squealed and collapsed on top of her.
    It was several moments before any of them moved, as they lay there, completely satiated, their pagan orgy finished.
    Events happened almost too rapidly, then, for Charity to grasp. There was a tall, rangy man, exuding authority who stood at the door of the motel room, commenting, testily, on their sexual performance but taking the four men to task for not performing their assigned work.
    He handed each of the men their severance pay on the spot, telling them, "There's a bus stop down the road!"
    Jeff was belligerent for a moment. "The union grievance committee'll hear about this!"
    "All right… you speak to the committee… and I'll talk to the police about kidnapping… gang rape… and sabotage of my trucks! Take your choice!"
    The four men filed out, silently, after they had dressed. None of them gave Charity a backward glance. They were afraid to meet her eyes.
    "All right, get dressed!" Jack told her, grumpily.
    She went to sleep soon after he pulled the big car onto the highway. Only two questions, she had asked as he put her in the car.
    "Where are we going?"
    "Phoenix…" he told her.
    "What's your n-name… Mister…?"
    "Jack Leonard… we'll talk, later… after you're rested up… okay?"
    Charity awoke in a large, comfortable bed, her memory of getting into it hazy in her mind. She swung her legs to the floor and padded, naked into the hallway. It was a beautiful home, expensively furnished, but she had no idea of who her benefactor was. She knew only his name: Jack Leonard.
    She peeked into the living room. Jack saw her and came to her. "Sleeping Beauty's finally awake, eh?"
    "Yes… wh-where am I…?"
    "My place…"
    "I–It's beautiful!" she gushed.
    Then, impulsively, she was in his arms, her face tilted up for his kiss. "Th-Thanks…" she murmured, "for what you did…"
    "No need to talk about it!" Jack said, brusquely, trying to control his emotions… his rampant desires.
    Pressing close to him, she felt the warm bulge at his loins and knew the effect her young, luscious body was having on him.
    Reluctantly, his arms went around her, his hands moving over her soft, curvy figure. "Damn! You're a beautiful woman!" he said, meaning it.
    "… And, y-you're quite a man…" Charity said, allowing a hand to wander to the bulge in his pants between them.
    He found her mouth and his tongue lashed between her lips, against her teeth. She took his questing tongue and sucked it, hungrily.
    Then, in a few moments, she was back on the big, double bed, her legs locked high up around his back, as he went into her, gently, at first, then poundingly… and she exploded under him in ecstatic orgasm, his own spewing climax not far behind.
    Afterward, he told her, "Charity… I'm going to…"
    She broke in, "How do y-you know my name… you didn't ask me… and I never told you…"
    "Your mother told me…" he said.
    "Mom? You know my mom…? Where is she…?"
    "That's what I was trying to tell you. I'm going to take you to her… as soon as you get dressed!"
    "That'll be wonderful… I want t-to see her and…"
    "… Get things straightened out…?" Jack supplied.
    "Yes… oh, yes…"
    "I hope it doesn't complicate things," Jack said, serious now, "but I'm thinking of asking Dottie to marry me… just as soon as she can get a divorce…"
    Her reaction was enthusiastic. "That'd be j-just super!" she bubbled. Then, thoughtfully, "Poor Donnie… he'll probably have to go to p-prison! Do you kn-know about Donnie?"
    "Yes… I saw him in the hospital… and I've arranged for him to get a good lawyer, already. Maybe we can beat them… or get a minimum sentence or probation. He doesn't have a record… and this is a first offense."
    There was a dreamy light in her eyes. "… Then… I–I… we could have a family… again!"
    "One slight detail, yet…" he reminded her. "I haven't asked your mom to marry me… and she hasn't…"
    "That's no problem… how could she s-say no…?"
    He reached over and slapped her, playfully, on her white, rounded buttocks, "Give me a chance, will you… get up and get dressed… or we'll be delayed… again!"
    Charity rolled on top of him, instead. She kissed him. "Are you sure… y-you want my mom?"
    Jack kissed her back and told her, "That's the best way to get both of you… isn't it?"
    That idea hadn't occurred to her. "That's more than super!" she agreed and scrambled happily out of bed. "You're one stepfather I'm certainly not going to mind at all!"