He flicked his hips once more and she screamed at him. "Ohhhh… Mon Dieu! No… No! You're killing me, M'sieu'! I'll bleed to death! Ohhhh stop… stop… please, I beg…!"
Then, there came a burst of agony between her naked thighs, a sudden, deep, plunging entry as if a white-hot ingot had been thrust into her body.
She screamed, futilely attempting to recoil from the fleshy snake, but it pursued her however she managed to twist and writhe, and a wet mouth clamped onto hers, chewing at her gasping lips and tongue, while the searing torture-rod raced in and out and in, pounding her little-girl cunt until she was certain it was being devoured by tongues of flame, and her whole lower portions seemed to be torn asunder, causing gushes of tears to stream down her cheeks until at last, she made her final sob… and fainted dead away.
Madeleine awakened much later. It was dark and a bedside lamp burned in the room. As she gathered her wits slowly, she became aware of her breasts being stroked, and that a human being lay tight against her back. She was on her side, in a bed, covered with an unfamiliar patch-quilt. She was naked except for her ruined stockings. It all came back to her then… she felt like weeping over the nylons. She took a deep breath and gazed at what loomed before her eyes. The room was strange and her head throbbed. Then, the agonized ache in her vagina registered, and as she moved ever so slightly its soreness whipped her breath away. She stopped moving; it felt as if something was lodged inside it… but after a moment, she knew that was not so. Momentarily, the events past materialized into a pattern of horror, and without moving further, she dropped her eyes to gape at the fleshy hand caressing her breast. So… it was reality! He had done it to her! And that accounted for the inflamed fury at her groin. All right… so, it was done. She'd kept her end of the bargain after all… Good. Damnit… good! Instantly, she found that she was somewhat happy now that it was behind her. At least, he hadn't gotten her virginity… the filthy pig! And now, he couldn't deny her Boston.
"I'm thirsty," she said matter-of-factly, licking at her parched lips. "I'd like some water."
She made a motion toward arising but he held her down. Then, his hand ran down her belly, the fingers tracing a line over her hip to rest in the hollow of her buttock. She felt his heavy bulk stir behind her as he rolled from the bed.
"You stay put, baby. I'll get it for you… in honor of your tight little pussy and most beautiful ass."
His filthy words twisted at her entrails. Dear God, she thought, what could she have been thinking of? Then, he came into view around the foot of the bed and she watched his flabby buttocks shake obscenely as he walked to his valise. She stared at him, refusing to believe that he had actually penetrated her almost virginal body so intimately.
"What you need's a slug of vodka and water," he prescribed.
"No… please. Just water."
He grinned. "Better learn to listen to your elders, baby. They know what's best."
It was useless, like everything else. She watched him pour a small amount from the bottle he took out of his bag, then fill the tumbler with water. He brought it to her and she drank thirstily; he climbed over her, laying down behind her once more. She tried to ignore his intense body heat, thinking vaguely how different one saw things once they were over and done with.
The drink was effective, bracing and warming her stomach. She lay quietly and felt him snuggle closer to her. That, she could endure; tomorrow they would be in Boston and she had enough money… dear God… he had another erection! It felt huge against the cleavage of her bottom.
"You've got skin like green moss, baby. Ever feel moss? It's as soft as velvet… maybe softer," he said.
"Th-Thank you."
"But… you surprised me, kid." He sniggered quietly. "You weren't no Goddamned virgin like I expected. Someone'd been in that little cunt of yours playing around before me."
"No! That's not true," she lied. "It's… it's from riding the horse for my brother when he plowed."
Keel laughed outright. "So…? Cherries are always trouble anyway; they scream too loud. It makes no difference. You were good, kid. You were good… wild enough as it was. That's some tight little cunt you've got… or had." He laughed lewdly. "Can't imagine what it'd been like if it was any tighter."
He spoke the words with intense pleasure. It was obvious to Madeleine that he'd enjoyed every minute of her rape. She didn't respond, simply laid there, her mind almost a blank now, her only thoughts when they did occur, were of Boston and her future.
His pulsing shaft of flesh pressing between her soft, round buttocks surprised her with a sudden jerking motion, and then he put his hand on her waist, clutching at her hardly perceptible hip bone to draw her bottom toward his loins.
"Please?" she sparred, feeling quite safe now.
His huge body moved closer against her from behind and then he was nibbling at the nape of her neck, moving along to her shoulder. She lay, pretending impassiveness, even as a little ball of apprehension began to form once more inside her belly. Abruptly, his hand slipped between her thighs where her buttocks adjoined them. She jerked automatically, but his presence there no longer shocked her, nor did it please her either, but in fact, it affected her no way at all. His thick, long fingers dallied at the lips of her vagina, finally oozing inside her passage to gently stroke its walls. Her wetness startled her and she contracted her bowels in spite of herself. Then, amazingly enough, it occurred to her that she was not exactly repelled by his manipulations this time, that even a certain amount of thrill was surging through her. God… what was she becoming, anyway? Was this the way it happened to the girls she had known who had ran away to Montreal? Were all females affected by something inserted in, or playing at the mouths of their pussies? She'd never have believed it if someone had told her… And then, his rigid prick slipped between her tight, full thighs following his leading fingers that had probed for her pelvic opening.
God, she had to keep a hold on herself. "Please, M'sieu' Keel, I'm too sore for that," she managed in English.
"It's all in your head, kid… just lay perfectly still and enjoy it," he hissed hotly into her ear.
Damn him! She caught at the moment of anger swelling up in her throat, swallowed twice, then felt the turgid head of his cock find the irritated ring of the moist hair-lined orifice between her thighs. Momentarily, she winced, groaning as it wormed into her, but he gave no quarter, and at that precise moment of entry he seemed to become transformed with all the animal-like qualities she had already become familiar with. His breath rasped from his lungs in a grunting burst and he skewered viciously and completely right up into her, so emphatically that she let out a cry of agony and tried to pull free of him.
"Oh pleaseee! You're hurting me!" she exclaimed.
But he held her fast, a hand clutching around each hip so that his fingers gouged into the firm pliable flesh of her abdomen. He thrust into her from behind without mercy, growing ever larger and larger. She gasped, writhing in her understandable increasing agony, impaled completely, helplessly, once again. His thighs were sweaty, sticky-hot along the undersides of her own, and the bristly hairs of his loins prickled at her nude buttocks. He pounded into her without letup.
Good God, he seemed to pack her entire young belly with his massive, pummeling prick… up to her breasts… and maybe beyond. Sometimes, he hurt her she thought, but not so often now, and there were other moments when it seemed as if he were bursting inside her, expanding intricate parts that had always been secret, closed, forbidden. He was like a churning sea of volcanic lava behind her, hissing, swirling, tossing, thundering and crashing against her soft, smooth behind.