Chapter 10

When Paul took her down the hall for the fifth bout of sexual gymnastics, Pal tried to harden herself against the activities she knew must soon take place. If she could only hang on to the hope of escape -- keep a small portion of her sanity and her desire to live in a back corner of her mind -- then when an opportunity presented itself, she might be able to get away.

She didn't know if she could ever cleanse her mind and body of the degrading effects, but if there was a small chance, she was going to fight for it. She kept remembering the depths of Terry Monahan's love for her. He was now fresh in her mind as he hadn't been for quite a long time.

With a love like that, even though she had been forced into the unspeakable things she had done, there might be forgiveness. And if there was forgiveness if Terry found her, or if she ever could find Terry and confess, then obtain his forgiveness- certainly there was hope for a happier future.

"Inside, wench!" said Paul, as he shoved her ripe body through the doorway to the hateful room. She stumbled on the thick carpet and had to run for a few steps to stay on her feet.

Paul was feeling overly confident today, Pal observed. He was not wearing his leather costume or carrying his whip. Like her, he was bare from neck to toes.

When the door closed behind them, Paul put his foot out and then shoved Pal, so that she tumbled to the carpet on her buttocks. He went down on his hands and knees beside her, and started to play with her breasts.

The creamy fullnesses were ripely rounded and proudly lifted by her healthy muscles. When he toyed with the pink centers of the juicily full mounds, her nipples erected almost immediately. There was nothing she could do about this automatic reaction, so she let him twiddle the fruity sponges with his fingers, then suck at their soft succulence while vibrating their tipmost surfaces with his unbelievably rapid tongue action.

The invisible nerve cables that tied her ripe, virginal mammary glands to the network of nerves around her female genital organs came alive with a startling tug. The excitement generated at her nipples was transferred to her loins as swiftly as the running flame of a brush fire.

Paul's expert sucking at her breast began to wrest fluttering moans from her. He continued for a long time, switching from one swelled mouthful of sweet, juicy girl-flesh to the other. Pal knew her lower glands were functioning like never before. The wetness she felt on her thighs and the tight, hot fullness in her lower belly and vagina announced her automatic readiness for the attentions of a male animal.

"Bitch!" she thought to herself. "You're nothing but a bitch in heat!" But even as she fought the sensations and hated herself for the way they took over her body against her will, she was enjoying the irresistible surges of passion that flooded her being.

When Paul left her breasts and moved to part her thighs, she spread them for him in reflex, already anticipating the welcome attentions of his hungry mouth. She could feel her fountain flowing steadily, and knew the depths of her lust as she awaited impatiently for him to drink and suck from her heated cunt.

But she waited in vain.

When the head of his hardened cock pressed at her virginal opening, it took a second for her to realize what he intended. By then it was too late. He thrust into her with brutal force, tearing asunder the delicate fleshy tissue of her girlish defenses.

"No-o-o-ogh-gh-gh!" she screamed, choking as his meaty shaft stretched her to a terrible fullness that seemed to pressure the very innermost organs of her belly and caused the acids of her stomach to rise in her throat.

"You monster! You filth!" she screamed at him, barely able to spare the breath for her angry outbursts because of the pain within. "You tore it! You tore it! You broke my cherry, you beast!"

She struggled beneath him, trying to buck him off her body like an unwary contestant. But he weighed heavily on her, and his hands grasped her wrists before she could bring her nails into play on his face, as she made the valiant attempt.

"Too late, Pal baby," he told her, trying to calm her down. "A virgin you're not! Might as well make the most of it, and enjoy the benefits. You can't put that cherry back after it's picked!"

He worked his cock in and out of her agonized opening, making the raw wound burn like liquid fire. The tension of her struggles tightened her vaginal muscles, adding to the feeling of fullness as his rigid shaft expanded her normally narrow passage.

She might have derived a momentary enjoyment from one bit of knowledge that was denied her. Paul's cock was taking a terrible punishment. Her maidenly snugness would have been enough to hurt his tender glans, just by the friction on his tissues and the extreme tension on the tiny bit of flesh that connected the lower foreskin as he thrust into the tightness of her unplumbed depths.

With her muscular contractions added to his obstacles, he was in as much agony as she was, but he was determined to see it to the bitter end. He knew that she had to relax her struggles some time, and then it would ease up. So he gritted his teeth and poured it into her, fucking into the bleeding, slippery wound of her torn pussy with a vengeance.