I didn’t care a damn about anything! All I wanted to do was cum inside her! I had to make her mine!
He finished shaving; his hands still trembled, and it was not until he dashed astringent lotion on his face that the sting of it indicated he had nicked his face in two places.
“Damn!” he said aloud.
Then, as he combed his hair, he tried, desperately, to remember the rest of the night. What had happened…?
How many times did I fuck her? How long did it take me to satisfy myself…? Was it two hours… three…? I must have kept on fucking… and cumming… until 1 was completely exhausted! Hell… I must have filled her whole cunt with cum!
Try as he might, he couldn’t remember how many times he had fucked her… how many times his aching balls had jetted forth their stream of sperm-filled semen. Only after God alone knew how many times and how long it had taken him, he was, finally, swept with an intense feeling of guilt, as the cobwebs of his drunken stupor cleared enough for him to realize what he had been doing to his darling bride, Faye. I don’t think she got anything out of it, at all… nothing but a lot of pain… probably… I got carried away…!
He had tried to be more gentle with her, as her sobbing, pain-wraked body, beneath him, quaked with emotional horror and the physical hurts he had inflicted upon her. Then, he had tried to apologize for his insufferable actions, but she had turned pain-deafened ears to him, refusing even to speak to him. He couldn’t get any response from her, as she lay, woodenly, under him, her legs wide-splayed, accepting now with stoical silence all that he would do with her… or to her. She was numb.
Faye lay there, looking up at him, her eyes wide open, tearless, because she had cried them all, staring, coldly, through him to the ceiling above. His efforts to get some response from her… some hint of forgiveness or even of understanding, had been to no avail. Her silence communicated only her complete disgust and disappointment.
Good Lord… it was horrible! She looked at me like I was a rattlesnake… and about as contemptible! She must have stayed in one position staring at the ceiling for an-hour… looking right through me… when I tried to talk to her… apologize...
Finishing up in the bathroom, Bill walked back into the bedroom and finished dressing. More details kept coming back to him. She was really broken up… over the way I’d treated her!
Finally, after long, long minutes, Faye had broken her silence. “If you’re through using me for a while… I-I’ll get up… and take care of myself…” Her voice was dead, toneless.
“Darling!” he blurted, overjoyed that she had said something to him; although, the biting sarcasm of her words was like a keen blade twisted in his heart. “I know… it must have been awful for you can you forgive me…?”
She lay unmoved, unspeaking She turned her face to the wall.
“God damn it, Faye! Won’t you try to understand? I-I love you… I wanted you! I had to have you!”
Again, her almost sepulchral voice came to him.”… And…is rape… a sign of l-love…?
“Faye, Darling… you’ve got to try to understand me… I’m a man… not a machine you can switch on and off! You’ve been driving me out of my mind… ever since I first saw you! You made it pretty damned clear you weren’t having any casual love affairs outside of marriage… O.K., I bought that! I married you… and-and then… you told me to wait… wait on our wedding night! God! I couldn’t wait… not any longer! I had to take you… tonight!”
“It’s morning, already… the morning after…” she intoned. “It’s the morning after what should have been the most b-beautiful day of our lives… A day… and a night… to remember! I-I’ll remember this… for the rest of my life!”
Suddenly, she rolled to her side, her back to him; pulling the sheet up over her nakedness, she said, “If you’re through with me, now I’ll go to sleep…”
Rage boiled over in him. Her sarcasm had hit to the quick. Grabbing the sheet, he ripped it from her body, exposing the loveliness of her to him, once more.
“Damn you!” he swore. “You’re my wife, now… and by God, you’ll act like a wife! I’ve already had enough of your acid tongue!”
Roughly, he swarmed on top of her, his cock leaping to rigid attention, again. He went on, “… And, I’ll fuck you any God damned time I feel like it… and I feel like it, again!”
God! I must have acted like a real madman!
“Get off of me… You… y-you beast! Monster!” she screamed.
Kicking and clawing at him, Faye tried to fight against any further abuse of her body. Her nails clawed a bloody trail across his chest. It was then he had gone completely berserk!… He grabbed one of her nylon stockings, wrestled her to her stomach on the bed, and while kneeling over her to hold her, securely, he pulled her arms behind her, cruelly and secured them, tying them tightly together to render her helpless in his brutal hands. He grunted with the effort.
“There! Damn you… this’ll teach. you!” he panted.
Weakened, completely overpowered, she stopped struggling; her exhaustion and surrender was complete. Tears of humiliation, heartbreak and pain stained her cheeks.
She was mine! God damn it… I had to make her know that!
All of her resistance gone, now, he pulled her across the bed, still on her stomach, her hips on the edge of the mattress, with her legs stretching out and down to the floor. Wrenching her cramped legs wide apart and reaching down to grasp her hips, under the pelvis, he pulled her up to him; then, with insane fury, he plundered her abused cunt one more time, his big cock racing up the helplessly trembling channel, from behind, as he half-stood, hall-crouched over her smooth, white buttocks. His cruel, taloned hands dug into the pliant flesh, squeezing and massaging it through his fingers, as he drubbed into her without mercy. Mumbling, incoherent words of rage and passion spilled from his lips, while she sobbed out her hatred and shame for the act he perpetrated on her. She was overcome with the debasement and heartbreak of it all.
Yes! Bill Wright had claimed his rights of the bridegroom by force. He had fucked his bride! Finally, when he had done with her, he loosed her bonds, leaving her lying face down, still, across the bed. Then, he went into the bathroom to relieve his aching, overfull bladder; returning to the bedroom, after a few moments, he found her sitting up on the edge of the bed. As he came toward the bed, she arose and sidled around him to escape into the bathroom, herself.
Bill lay down. His head no sooner hit the pillow than he was sound asleep. He slept the sleep of utter exhaustion and sexual satiety. He slept soundly, hardly moving at all… until he awoke at midday and found Faye gone.
The memories of the early morning hours of their wedding night passing through his mind were too much for him. Genuine feelings of remorse and regret flooded through him.
Good God! What have I done…? What a hell of a way to start out our married life! Can Faye ever forgive me…?
He faced the horror of what he had done to her.
I actually raped her!
Bill looked at the note she had left him, reading it through, again. She had only gone to get some medicine… or see a doctor.
At least, she’s not leaving me! After what I did to her. I wouldn’t blame her if she did! Christ! I don’t know what got into me!
One thing he resolved: He would make it up to her… somehow. Hell! I love her! She’s my wife!
Returning from the clinic Faye had visited, where she was examined by a rather youngish-looking, professionally correct gynecologist, who had advised and prescribed, she stopped at the nearby pharmacy to get his prescription filled. It was for a soothing, analgesic salve for her tender, overused vagina.
As she strolled along, back toward their hotel, she began to feel hunger pangs and stopped at a nice restaurant to eat. On impulse, she ordered a martini, too. She needed to relax. She had to be relaxed when she returned to the hotel suite. It was going to be difficult to tell Bill what she must tell him. Reflecting, she decided that difficult was a gross understatement