And then on the day of their wedding night! Jill had spent several hours with the Minister before the ceremony, listening as the elderly man told her how beautiful her first night with her husband could be, how God would be present with them. So when the wedding was over, when they had finally escaped from the wild reception that Bob's fraternity brothers had given for them, when they were finally in the bedroom of their honeymoon cottage by the lake, Jill had expected heavenly music, sweet perfumes, tender words, and… the rest her virginal young mind could only guess at.
How terrifyingly different it was! Bob was drunk! She had never seen him like this. His fraternity friends had kept pouring alcohol down him all night and dragging him off into corners where they seemed to be telling some kind of jokes. In her innocence Jill couldn't understand why some of the young men kept snickering and looking over at her as they talked to her new husband. And then Bob had started looking at her, too, a strange fire in his eyes.
When she and her husband got to the cabin, Jill went into the bathroom with her overnight bag and changed into the beautiful sheer nightgown she'd bought just for the occasion. Then she stepped timidly back into the bedroom to share the sacrament of their marriage with her husband.
Bob's drunken eyes bulged from his head as they took in the ravishing image standing before him. He had never seen Jill naked before, and the transparent material of her nightgown left nothing to the imagination. An inarticulate animal sound came from his lust-distorted mouth.
"Do-Do you like me, darling?" Jill asked hesitantly. Bob's only answer had been to lurch drunkenly toward her and crush her fearfully trembling young body to him; his saliva-covered mouth smashed down against hers, pressing her lips painfully back against her teeth.
"Be gentle. Oh God, Bob, please be gentle," Jill pleaded vainly, but her sex-maddened husband began to tug at the nightgown that stood between him and his goal, finally succeeding in ripping the beautiful material from her and ruining it forever. His head dropped to her naked breasts and his wet ovalled lips closed around the tiny virginal tips of her nipples. She gasped as his teeth sank in so tightly that blood seeped on the surface of her unblemished flesh. The frightened youngster fought against the pain, fought to understand, and then somehow they were on the bed. Bob struggled from his clothes, and then for the first time in her young life she saw it! An erect male penis!
It was huge! The virginal bride stared with a horrified fascination at this enormous thing that she was supposed to take up inside her body. She saw her husband positioning the obscenely swollen shaft before the tight little vaginal opening, and she knew it would never fit.
"Oh, please be careful, don't hurt me, don't hurt me!" she pleaded with the lust-driven stranger crouched above her trembling form. This wasn't how it was supposed to be!
And then with an animal groan, he drove his wildly throbbing cock into her without preparation, without mercy, aware only of his own drunken need. The impaled young girl's shrill scream had knifed out into the room, but Bob went on ramming his long hard penis further and further into her with each stroke, oblivious to the agony he was causing his innocent young wife.
Jill struggled vainly against the pain for several minutes before discovering that it wasn't so bad if she just let her muscles relax. A tremendous awareness of how much this was like what her mother had gone through came over her and for a time she felt it was her brutal father rocking over her. She shuddered in horror and revulsion.
Then to her amazement the first trickles of painful pleasure began to radiate out from her plundered young cunt as it became more accustomed to the alien presence inside. A guilty feeling of lust swept over her, burning lewd associations into her young mind that would last forever. An obscene knowledge of her own body started to form along with the feeling that she was involved in something depraved and sinful and perverted… and beginning to love it.
No… she was not the person she had thought she was, nor was Bob, for he was dragging her into evil ways, the evil ways of her parents. And the terrible thing was that she wanted to shout, to scream for him to go on with his now-pleasurable ravishment of her body. For she could feel the possibility of some great final orgasmic goal within her for which she was ready to trade all her years of careful moral training.
But then Bob roared and his body stiffened and she felt his wildly jerking penis grow in spasms up inside her heatedly throbbing vagina and his cum, hot and unendless, shot up into her, filling her belly with a burning wetness. A compelling lewdness swept through her hopelessly aroused body, a feeling that she had never known before. At that moment the young bride felt herself teetering on the edge of an abyss and knew she would – at this minute gladly abandon all her training and fall wanton and lewd into a deep valley of sensuality and never return if only he would take her over the peak and make her cum. She felt her body alive and tingling with this unholy electricity causing her hips to grind in an alien animal way as she reached for something… that vague promise of release!
It was then that Bob grunted and his body relaxed, and all of his sodden alcoholic weight pressed down on her nakedly trembling breasts… and he passed out.
It was quite a struggle to get him off her, but he finally rolled over and began snoring loudly. The unsatisfied young bride was left lying naked on the bed, a horrible guilt combined with shame and anger sweeping over her. She was humiliated! In a moment of sensual weakness she had offered up all of her cherished beliefs to her husband to do with as he would, and he had used her as a faceless receptacle for his lust. Never again, she promised herself! Never again would she let her treacherous body trick her into hungering after the goals of lust!
And she had kept her word to herself, dutifully letting Bob make love to her when he demanded it, but permitting herself very little satisfaction from the despised act. Bob had been confused at first by her unresponsiveness and then later angered. He could remember almost nothing of their wedding night, and Jill had never been able to force herself to speak about it. The young husband became more and more frustrated and lately had been trying to force her into degrading acts, things she knew were wrong and sinful. It had been that way last night, and she was afraid it might be that way again. He had been becoming more and more violent and rough in his lovemaking, and she was a little frightened of him, which was one extra reason she didn't want him to make love to her this morning.
Suddenly she was jerked from her revery by the sound of the bathroom door opening. She quickly closed her eyes, feigning sleep. From under her eyelashes she could see Bob walking towards the bed and with a stab of panic realized he was completely naked, his face clouded by anger! Oh please God, no… she breathed silently, and then sharply drew in her breath as she felt Bob roughly pull back the blankets, uncovering her body.
"Bob…" she began, pretending to be only half awake. She fought to control her mounting fear. Then the frightened young wife shrank back instinctively as her husband's hands began to roughly roam over her quivering body, pulling up the edges of her nightgown to reveal her panty-clad hips.
"No, Bob, no…" she began piteously, desperately trying to squirm away.
"Shut up and be still," Bob snarled angrily, and something in his tone made her heart freeze. She had never seen her husband in quite this state before and didn't know what he might be capable of.
The frustrated young man pulled her nightgown completely up and over her head and threw it angrily into a corner. He began struggling with the hooks of the brassiere she insisted on wearing to bed, and finally succeeded in pulling it away from her soft white breasts. Then, shoving his hands under the tight elastic waistband of his wife's panties he rolled them down over the ripe curves of her hips until she was completely naked, her satiny flesh shining lustrously in the soft morning light. Jill lay perfectly still on the bed, hardly daring to breathe, afraid of making him angrier than he already was.