Chapter 9
Shana might have been able to spot anyone telling her a direct lie, but it never occurred to her for one moment to think how odd it was that a man from Ohio had come all the way to Pennsylvania to find a governess. The prospect of having a job, of earning money, and of being away from the prying eyes of her family and those who followed her heritage was so wonderful, she didn't think about how odd it was that the man had hired her, a woman with no experience, over so many others who were certainly more qualified than she.
For the first time in her life, she rode in a car. Then she boarded a plane and discovered what it was like to fly. When the plane landed, she was led to another car, this time sitting beside Roger, who was doing the driving. In the cab going to the airport, the two of them had ridden in back.
The estates they passed were immense, and she marveled that people needed so much land and yet did nothing other than grow grass. What a waste of fertile soil when the world was crying for food.
When they arrived at Roger's estate, and Shana got out of the car, he led her into the mansion, a place almost as large as the hotel where he had interviewed her. It was furnished luxuriously, with a huge front hall. The only other person she met on her arrival was a woman with upswept blonde hair whom Roger called Gaby.
"Where is the child?" Shana asked.
"At the moment, there is no child here," Roger told her. "I never actually mentioned the word child. I said I had a young lady who needed looking after, and unless something has gone awry, I have to assume that Gaby has been doing as good a job as is humanly possible of looking after Andrea."
"I've given her a dose of the same medicine that was prescribed for her that first day," Gaby nodded. "She receives a treatment twice a day. I have to admit, I've been enjoying myself, and what's more, Andrea is becoming accustomed to it. She'll never actually love it, but she's learned to accept it."
"I assume you've also put the dildo to good use in the rear passage," Roger said, nodding.
"Of course," Gaby smiled. "She still hates that. She always will"
"Dildo?" Shana asked. "What's a dildo?"
"Something you'll never have to trouble your lovely head about," Roger replied. "Come, allow me to show you to your room."
He led the way up a flight of imitation marble stairs. At the top they turned to the left and he guided her to the first bedroom on the right.
"This room will be yours for as long as you remain here," Roger explained. "That won't be for too long."
"Where am I going?" Shana asked, feeling the littlest bit of trepidation now.
"All in good time," Roger replied. "I've waited eleven years to be alone with you, Miss Kreutzer. But now the time has finally come."
"What are you talking about?" Shana asked, as he closed the bedroom door, locking it. She was suddenly very much afraid.
"For all your supposed piety," Roger said to her, "you still felt it necessary to humiliate a ten-year-old boy by offering him a horse to ride on, a horse that had never been ridden before."
"What are you talking about?" Shanda asked. "I never hurt a person in my entire life."
"Now that's a lie," Roger insisted. "Whether it's a deliberate lie or something you simply don't remember I can't tell. But eleven years ago, when I and my parents visited Hershey, Pennsylvania, and the surrounding countryside, your home was one of the many places in the village where you lived that was a tourist attraction."
As he spoke, memory came flooding back to Shana. Yes, she remembered now, but she wasn't the least bit ashamed of it. It had been the one blow she had struck against the male population by herself.
"That was in the past," she insisted.
'The Italians have a saying about revenge being a dish best eaten cold," Roger replied. "I'm about to revenge myself on you. I believe in letting the punishment fit the crime."
"What will you do," Shana snorted, "put me on a bucking horse?"
"That would hardly be suitable punishment," Roger replied. "No, dear lady, you are not going to do any riding. Rather, you'll be the one ridden. You see, the one thing you prize more than anything else in the world is your virtue."
"You mean you're going to rape me?" she gasped.
"Precisely," he nodded.
"You may take my virginity, but you won't take my virtue," she insisted. "Forcing me against my will won't make me any less virtuous."
"Against your will?" he smiled. "Well, maybe the first time, but you're going to learn to love it so much, you'll be spending the rest of your life fornicating. In fact, the plans I have in mind for you will require that you earn your living that way, and the children you do take care of will be your own children, sired by the countless men with whom you'll be forced to sleep."
"You're a madman," Shana insisted.
"Perhaps," he shrugged. "But you're the cause of some of my madness, and I'll never return to sanity until all those who, at one time or another, abused me, have been satisfactorily punished. In each case it means a lifetime of punishment."
Shana backed toward the bed and sat, and Roger moved beside her. He sat next to her and smiled, and it was a vicious, leering smile.
"I won't give you the satisfaction of fighting you," she insisted. "That would demean me even more in my own eyes than my merely sitting here and letting you do your worst."
"Indeed," he nodded. "Then I'll do my worst, starting right now."
Reaching out with his right hand, he pressed it against her left breast. The lovely redhead gasped. No one, man or woman, had ever touched her breasts before. She was terrified, yet she sat there, unmoving, refusing to respond, or so she thought. What she didn't know was that her nipple was already swelling, enlarging, reacting to the stimulus of his palm.
Roger continued massaging her breast, enjoying the fact that her breathing was more rapid and she was becoming more and more excited with every passing second. His fingers gripped the tiny nubbin and rolled it under the dress and brassiere she was wearing. He continued doing this to the one breast until Shana gasped, almost falling back, supporting herself on her elbows as her head was flung back.
Roger smiled to himself. Her breasts were like ripe fruit, waiting to be plucked, and he would be the first to do so. His hand moved to her other breast, and soon the second nipple was as distended as the first. He knew her flesh was begging to be released from the clothing she was wearing, her nipples aching to be kissed rather than merely touched. Just thinking about it made Roger's large cock swell inside his trousers as tension continued building in his loins. His swelling balls pressed against the contracting sac containing them and it took all his willpower not to simply tear her clothes off and jam his cock into her then and there. But doing that would rob him of his victory. He had to make her fight him, and then, once he was inside her, he had to make her want more. This sweet little virgin was going to be a delectable fuck when he got through with her.
Warning bells went off in Shana's mind, telling her in order to preserve herself intact, she had to do something. But another part of her mind insisted that she do nothing and not give him the satisfaction of seeing her struggle.
At one point she did lift a hand and try to remove his fingers from her breast, but she realized all she was doing was pressing down on his hand, pushing his palm all the more firmly against her breast, and so she let her hand fall to her side. A gasp escaped from between her lips as he removed her glasses and put them on the nearby night table. Then he forced her to lie down as he continued caressing her.
"Please don't do this," she said in a soft voice. "What I did was wrong, I confess it. But it's no reason to make me pay in such an unholy manner."
A cool wash of air let her know that somehow he had undone the buttons on her dress and he was tugging the upper part off her arms. Before she realized what was happening, he had pulled the lower part off, as well. He was undressing her.
"You mustn't do this," she insisted, starting to lose her self-control, realizing he did indeed intend raping her.
His hands were under her for a moment, and suddenly she felt the hooks of her brassiere loosened. She labored for breath with his weight pressing partially against her, squirming all the harder now. As a result, she felt her buttocks grinding against the bedcover, and she gasped as she became aware of a wetness seeping from between her thighs. Because she had never been betrothed, her mother had not thought it necessary to go into detail about sex, and as a result Shana didn't realize the fluid coming from within her was lubrication. She writhed uncontrollably, and as she rubbed her behind all the more firmly against the counter pane beneath, she realized she was feeling a sense of heat un-like anything she had ever previously felt.
"You're hurting me!" she cried aloud, struggling now to push him away. "Is this part of your revenge, too? Do you take some kind of thrill out of causing pain?"
"I like listening to the way you speak," he smiled. "When I was at your home eleven years ago, you spoke like all the others, with loads of thees in place of you and yours. You adapted to the civilized world pretty quickly. Yes indeed, your speech is almost indiscernible from anyone else in the northeast United States. Now the time has come for you to understand what it's like to be a woman in every respect in the outside world."
Suddenly her brassiere was coming off, and her arms crossed themselves in front of her, covering her full, white breasts with their delightful soft-pink nipples and areolae.
"Surely you must understand that you'll burn in hell for committing this vile sin," she insisted.
"My place in hell was secured with Andrea," he told her. "You'll meet Andrea a little later. She, like you, did something unforgivable. like you, she was punished, though somewhat differently. When you find out just how Andrea has been punished, I think you might even be grateful that I didn't do something like that to you."
"No man has ever put hands on me before," she told him, her face reddening as she hugged herself more tightly.
"There has to be a first time for everything," he said, lewdly smiling down at her. "I like the way you're fighting me. I get a certain pleasure from knowing I'm hurting you in somewhat the same way you hurt me. The humiliation is worse than the pain."
"Wh-what will become of me?" she gasped.
"Not what you originally envisioned for yourself, I'm certain," he replied. "I know all about your so-called holy upbringing, and though you found it difficult to knuckle under to your religious ways, you still believe in that religion. What I have planned for you will knock religion right out of you. I think, in the long run, it'll make a better woman of you, not because, you'll be less religious, but because you'll grow up mentally and you'll understand the need for compassion. I was thinking of sending you to an Armenian whore house when I was through with you, but I think I'll save that punishment for someone else. No, I have a much better idea in mind, and you'll find out what it is when the time is right. At the moment, all that's right is that you and I gloriously fuck."
The shock of his words staggered the beautiful red-haired young woman. With a sharp intake of breath she leaned back, only to discover the building heat in her belly was indeed turning to a prurience, terrifying her. Deep within the untouched vacuum of her vagina the seeping oils increased, continuing to ooze out and wet her panties, making her feel even more ashamed of herself.
Roger slowly began insinuating his hand under her half slip, his fingers like a spider's legs crawling across the delicate white flesh of her tantalizing inner thigh. His other hand rubbed across her naked belly as she kept her hands crossed over her breasts.
"Mr. Starr, please, I'm not that kind of woman, you of all people know that. Don't force me to do this horrendous thing."
"I have news for you," Roger told her. "Every woman is innately that kind of woman, even you. It's just that the men in your community keep such a careful eye on you, you women don't dare try fooling around. Here you are, twenty years old, and still a virgin. This lovely body of yours is going to waste. Well, things are going to be changed, here and now."
He tugged her hands away from her breasts, and he whistled as he stared at the ripe white melons with the blue veins flowing through them, all leading to the pink caps of her areolae, both centered with a thick nipple. Hell! She really had a set of knockers, this one. Her breasts weren't quite as large as those of Gaby or Andrea, but they stood up every bit as well as Gaby's. He pressed her hands against the mattress on either side of her head, leering at her body, exposed as it was from the waist up. Shana began shivering even though the room temperature was seventy-two.
Her breath was coming in short spasms and she blushed furiously, feeling a horrible sense of shame as this man's eyes wandered over her.
Abruptly she pulled away from Roger and moved higher toward the head of the bed, pushing her face into a pillow and curling herself into a ball, cowering. Roger moved unhurriedly, climbing higher on the bed himself, weaving his fingers in her golden-red hair, yanking on it, and making her sit upright for a moment, letting him see for himself the way the bowls of her solid breasts thrust roundedly forward with no hint of sag.
"I said something about your fornicating with many men," he snapped. "But I've definitely changed my mind about that. Soon you would become numb from being used. The intelligent thing is to let you be used by only one other man in your lifetime, and each time the two of you fuck yes fuck, get used to the word you'll feel ashamed of yourself, yet you'll do it because you'll have learned to love it so much, you won't be able to live without it."
"Suppose this other man chooses to marry me?" Shana gasped. "Then the sin would be expiated."
"Ah, but the man I have in mind is a married man, a good Catholic in all ways but one. Because his wife is so unsatisfactory, he needs love, and you're just the person to give it to him. But being Catholic, he'll never be able to obtain a divorce. So you'll live the rest of your life in shame, as a man's mistress. But for now, I want you to see everything I do to you."
He pointed to the mirror on the opposite wall, tilted in such a way so that she was able to see everything that happened as she lay on the bed. She saw her naked upper torso, and it was as if she were looking at someone else. The man in the mirror was busy undressing the woman, removing her pantyhose and panties, tossing everything off to the side. Then the man was pulling off his own clothing.
Shana had seen a penis before. After all, she had helped her mother with her younger brothers when they had been babies. She had bathed them, powdered them, and diapered them. But she had never seen such a large penis. Nor had she seen one in an erect state, so she was totally stunned by the sight of the monstrously thick phallic wonder that stood out from between the thighs of the man in the mirror. Then her vision was obstructed as a body intervened between hers and the mirror.
That was when she almost screamed with terror. She realized Roger was on his knees, between her thighs, his penis at the doorway to her virginity. He had pressed himself there while her mind had drifted off, engrossed in watching what was taking place in the mirror. It was she who had been undressed, not a strange, different girl. The thick penis was attached to the man on top of her. She drew her knees up and clamped her legs together, but he merely smiled and pushed his hand between her thighs from underneath. She felt his finger rubbing against the softness of her tantalizing pink labia, snaking back and forth, the tip occasionally touching her vaginal entryway, then moving higher and touching the little nubbin above, the button of sensitivity about which she knew absolutely nothing.
Shana writhed to free herself, but she was unable to escape. His middle finger was inside her, working up and down the tantalizing pink slash with maddening arousal, building her tactile senses to a greater height than ever before. Guilt mingled with the sudden desire to know more of what was happening to her, and the lovely redheaded girl was almost out of her mind, ready to crawl around the room in order to soothe the unquenchable flames his digital movement was producing in the seething entryway to her steaming pussy. She felt her labia helplessly contracting, and now that he had moved a little to one side, she was able to see her mirror image, seeing the girl there with her legs drawn up and a finger rubbing in the tantalizing coral cut between clamped-together thighs. The sight was too much for her.
"No!" she screamed. "No more! Don't do this! Don't touch me! Leave me alone!"
"I'll touch you any which way that pleases me," he replied. "At the moment you're mine, a slave, just like in the days of old when the Romans and the Egyptians owned men's and women's bodies."
"Please," she begged. "I was wrong to leave home in the first place. I should have stayed there and done what my father had instructed. Let me go back home."
"There's no chance of that," he told Shana. "You made your bed eleven years ago, and now you're literally lying in it. You're all mine, Miss Kreutzer. Mine to dispose of as I wish, when I'm finally through with you."
"I pray to God that will be soon enough," she gasped. "For the most horrible punishment of all would be to find myself stuck with you for the rest of my life."
"That's an easy punishment," he told her. "Stuck with me, you might not learn to love me, but you would lose your hate of me. However, what I have in mind is to give you to a man who will love you, and who will adore you, and whom you will learn to love with all your heart, only to discover there is no way in the world that you'll ever be able to marry him. You'll be his mistress, bear his children, and you'll have the stigma of knowing they're all bastards. That is the worst thing that can happen to someone like you. You'll try turning to your religion for solace, but as time goes by, you'll discover that your love for this man will overpower even that."
"You're so sure of yourself," Shana snapped. "But you'll see. I won't react the way you think."
"In any case, for the moment, you're mine. Accept the fact, and things will be a lot easier for you. Remember, I do enjoy having you struggle against me. Please, continue to do so, if you want to give me maximum pleasure. Otherwise, just do as your're told. What I'm telling you right now is to open those thighs and let me have a good look at that hot pussy of yours."
The strong demand ought to have sickened Shana, but for some unaccountable reason she felt herself almost lewdly excited. What was going to happen was unavoidable. Her mind now accepted that. If she struggled, it might soothe her vanity for a short while, but in the long run she knew she would be that much more excited, and she might possibly come to like all this evil. No, her best chance for salvation in the next world lay in temporary obedience in this one, with her mind filled with prayer.
Slowly but surely she relaxed her thighs. He took his finger from against her pink slot, and she opened her thighs little by little. Slowly but surely her vagina came into view, surrounded by a perfect circle of red fur that managed somehow to leave the lips untouched. The sight seemed to grab at Roger, and he found himself hypnotized by the sight of the tantalizingly undefiled area. Roger had learned early in life, all pussies were not the same. In fact, each one, like the woman to which it was attached, possessed a personality all its own. Each one looked somewhat different, each one felt somewhat different, each one tasted somewhat different, when he allowed himself to taste one. But at the moment he wasn't in the mood to do any cunt-tasting. To do so would mean his having to bow before this tantalizing young redhead, and she might mistake it as a sign of his paying some kind of homage to her as a person. Not only that, but there was no doubt she would enjoy tremendously the pressures of his tongue in her cunt. No, lapping her pussy was definitely not the thing to do.
He had her totally naked, sprawled helplessly back on the bed, panting wildly and unable to tear her gaze from what she was seeing in the mirror, as if enjoying the sight of another woman being manhandled. Without knowing it, she had a mildly sadistic streak in her. Hell! She had to have some kind of sadism in order to have done what she had done to him eleven years earlier.
Her nubile form was an entrancing combination of golden fire and ivory. The hair on her head, beneath her arms, and in her groin was blonde flame, while the rest of her was a rosy ivory. Her breasts stood up like twin ivory dunes topped with splashes of pink sauce, topped with maraschino cherries. The thin moist slit running straight through the circle of reddish-gold hair was equally pink, and one of the most tantalizing sights he had ever seen. Hell! He had fucked quite a few women in the past few years, but he knew the enjoyment he was going to get from deflowering this one would be unparalleled. He didn't love her...he'd never love her...but he did covet her, and in surrendering to that covetous feeling he would also cool off the burning hate he'd felt for her for so long. The idea of being first with this pure, innocent flower of a woman, thrilled him. She was already mewling lightly, though she was unaware of it at the time. Her sighs and whispers of shame combined with lust merely goaded his thick cock to even stiffer hardness. He felt his thick shaft pounding with the blood that was stiffening it, and more and more tiny droplets of oil seeped from the slit in his tip.
His fingers reached forward between her thighs, crawling into the tantalizing valley of her maidenhood, feeling how wet she was with her own emissions. His thumb rubbed her clitoris, making it stand out as it had never done before, and he listened to the panicky gasps that rose from her chest, making her full breasts bounce heavily.
"I'll do.. .as you.. .wish. . . . "she grunted. "Please...don't hurt me...."
She found herself sliding a little lower on the bed in the hope of no longer being able to see herself in the mirror. But it was a hopeless thought, because she found herself staring directly at her reflection with her knees raised and spread apart, and his thumb pressing directly on the little button of heated desire. He didn't slow down for a moment. She writhed on the bed, totally out of control, feeling wanton abandonment invade her. She was proving to Roger that all women were essentially creatures with yearning, burning desires, and in order to stimulate them, all he had to do was touch the right spots. He didn't believe in aphrodisiacs, nor did he like the idea of getting a woman drunk or doped up. No, this was the best way, making certain she felt completely what was happening to her, sort of shredding her nerves as his fingers continued their torture of her feminine genitalia.
Roger was enjoying himself immensely. He crouched a little bit lower to get a better view of her oyster-like pussy, then slipped a middle finger into the tight narrowness of her womanly hole. He slowly pushed the finger into her, letting it rub her previously untouched vaginal walls, and he felt her vulva literally sucking on his finger, trying to pull it deeper inside. He began a deliberate in and out movement, wanting her to get used to the friction, making her aware, to a certain extent, of what it was like to have something fucking her lovely little cunt. He also wanted her wetter, because he knew when the time came for him to thrust his cock into her, he was going to cause her pain, and she would be screaming. He had to make certain the pain was as brief as possible. The causing of physical pain in her case would not be part of his revenge. The revenge consisted of making her do this unholy thing, and learning to like it so much, she would not be able to get along without it for any length of time. Thus she would be amenable when the time came for him to ship her off to a friend of his in Spain who had once woefully entrusted him with the secret fact that he was unhappy with his frigid wife, and no longer slept with her.
His finger moved in and out of her virginal pussy a bit more quickly now, and he realized it wouldn't be much longer before he staked that lovely cunt with his hot, hard rod. Hell! It had better not be much longer or he'd shoot right then and there.
Shana's pussy, of its own volition, continued strongly sucking on the pressuring fingers within, for now he had inserted a second finger in order to widen her a little. Her hips pounded up and down in the natural fucking rhythm. The cords in her neck and the tendons in her thighs were strained incredibly as she unleased a torrent of sexual fire, letting him know what a blazingly sexual woman lay beneath the calm exterior of the Amish woman. She found herself writhing from side to side, undulating madly, and she pushed her cunt so far forward, he felt her hymen for a moment and knew if he kept his finger inside her, he would break it manually. He slipped the finger out of her, but continued rubbing his thumb against her clitoris, and she moved to the way he massaged the little nubile button, oblivious to anything else in the world at the moment. Certain senses within her had awakened with the ferocity of a lion, and she knew there was no way she would ever be able to leash these feelings again. Shana was unable to believe what was happening to her not so much what the man was doing as what she had become as a result of what he was doing.
Roger was unable to contain himself any longer. His balls were swollen as they hadn't been since the night he had raped Andrea's ass, and the scrotum sac containing them had pulled them tightly against his body. He felt his cock pulsing and aching with desire to be buried in the tight little temple of this lovely redheaded woman. His eyes burned with lust, and sweat covered him from head to foot as his cock continued twitching insanely, leaking droplets of oil onto the coverlet between Shana's spread legs.
Shana stared down between the hills of her white, pink-topped "breasts and locked her eyes on his huge penis, noting it seemed to stand away from him like a mighty cannon. It seemed to be reaching out all by itself, the head touching her, leaving a smear of his oily secretions on her thigh, and the touch made her quake that much more.
This was the first time in her life any male had dared do anything like this with her. She had always believed she would go through life totally chaste because she hated the idea of being dominated by any man. Yet here she was, perhaps a little later than other girls she had known, all of whom were married and already either carrying one baby or about to give birth, about to feel the invasion of that most masculine of all objects into her most feminine of all caves. She felt ashamed that she was enjoying all this, and it took all her willpower to keep from reaching down and touching the penis with her hand. She stared at it, highlighted as it was in the oily essence it emitted and standing out so clearly in the room's light. It looked like a firebrand, a stiff poker. She gasped, her eyes widening with fright as it suddenly occurred to her precisely what was about to happen. This strange man was going to spike the full length of that throbbing organ into the narrow tightness she had protected all these years. Every last little bit of it was going to go into her.
Her hot cunt was aching for it, but her mind was filled with terror. She was wet and pulsing inside, but she wanted to cry aloud because of the impossibility of accepting such a huge, monumental phallus this first time. Had she been "broken in" with a more slender wand, her mind might have more easily accepted all this. But to take this massive mastodonic monster at this moment seemed totally out of the question. There would be no way in the world for her to contain such a thick cylinder.
"Please...." she gasped. "Don't do this to me, Mr. Starr. I'll do anything else, anything, but not this...."
"Anything?" he sneered, knowing it would be terrific to train her in the art of cocksucking. The idea of his being the first cock to plunder her mouth would be fantastic, since he was certain fellation was one of the few things people like herself never practiced, even in the marriage bed. But no...if he gave in to her, and he taught her how to suck, she would have won a minor victory. No! She had put him on a horse that had bucked him off. Now he was going to mount her, and there would be no way in the world she would buck him off.
"What I want," he told her silently, "is for you to stop whining and do precisely as your told at all times. If I choose to fuck you, then you lie there, keep those lovely thighs spread wide apart, and let me push my cock into you and fuck the hell out of you. What's more, before you leave here, you'll be spreading that hot little pussy for me a number of times. Now, in order to prove that you understand what I want, rather than my pushing my cock into you, I want you to grab my staff, guide it to your pussy, and hold it in the right place until I shove it inside."
He placed the length of his penis against her simmering feminine slash, and she felt the weight of it bearing down on her cuntlips. She shook as she felt it twitch against her body, and when he drew it back, pressing the head against her lovely hair-surrounded lips, she gasped. She was terrified, but within herself there was also the feeling of wantonness that was continuing to grow.
Hesitantly, she reached down and with her fingers slowly surrounded the bole of his penis. Electricity seemed to come from the wand and sizzle through her fingers to the rest of her body. She closed her fingers, held it tightly, then slowly guided the tip a little lower, making certain the blunted head was posed directly against her opening. Without realizing it, she found her hand actually tugging on the hard cock, almost wanting to feel what it would be like to have it invade her womanly sanctuary. She tugged harder until the head actually fitted itself into the narrow tightness of her pussy like a stopper in a bottle. Her tiny little pussylips surrounded the point, stretching around it like an oval tubing of elastic. Her hips became tense, and her feet, flat on a mattress, braced themselves for a further onslaught. His cock pushed a little deeper now, forcing its way into her harrowed flesh, pushing deeper, deeper, and Shana bit her lower lip to keep herself from screaming out the incredible agony bursting through her helpless body.
"You really have one tight cunt." Roger gasped, groaning as he tried levering more of his throbbing log into her. The softness of her delicate vaginal lips felt as if they were ready to burst at the seams, and the pain was agonizing and tormenting to the point where she was able to hold her cries in no longer.
"Aaa aaieeei...you're hurting meee...aaa ann-gghhh...I feel...hhh hhhuuu uuunnn nnhhhhh...like you're...aaa aannnh hhh...splitting meeee...ggg ghhhaa aannng gghhh...open down there...no more...please...oh please...no more...."
Her words were choked off as the breath left her body the instant his blunt-tipped organ slammed against her resisting cherry. Now the searing pain charged from the throbbing pillars of her loins, making her cry out, "No more! No more! No more! Oh, please!"
"This is...unnnnnhhhh...just the beginning," he told her. "I'm going to screw that damned religious training right out of you, honey. So unless you want to experience even greater agony, you'd better start begging me to go even deeper."
"You're out of your mind!" she gagged. "I hate this! I can't stand it!.Oh, dear God! I don't want it! Oh, I don't want it!"
He pushed forward very slowly, letting the thick head of his penis stretch her hymen inward without actually rupturing it, and her legs found themselves involuntarily widening because of the agony, tears straining her cheeks, ruining her lovely complexion.
"Huuuu...uuu unnnnh hhh!" she gagged. "All right, all right, yes, yes, yes, I'll...hhh ggaaan nnhhh . . .do anything you...uuu nnnhhh...say yyy-yyy...." she whimpered helplessly. "Go deeper...do it fast...I want you to do it...uuu nnnhhh...to meeee
"Not like that," the handsome man insisted, snarling at her. "Say it the right way, honey. Use some four-letter words, words you wouldn't dream of using in the Amish community. Tell me to fuck your hot little cunt with my thick juicy cock. Tell me to pop your cherry."
"All right...all right...." she screamed. "I'll...uuu nnnhhh...say it! F-f-fuck meeee...ggghhhaaa nnnggg hhh. . . . " she gagged, and she pressed the tip of his cock forward again, she screamed out, "Oh, my God! My God! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! Fuck my cunt...my hot little cunt...aaggghhhh...fuck it with your...uuunnnhhh...thick juicy cock...hhh-aaa annnhhh...break my...ggg hhhaaa ghghhh...cherry!"
"Louder!" he yelled, sneering down at her tear-filled face.
"Fuck my hot little cunt!" she screamed, not caring who might hear her. All that mattered was that she stop feeling pain.
Even now, through the torment there was that crazy potpourri of passion and desire mingling with her needs, playing off against the agony she was feeling. She didn't care about anyone or anything any longer except to turn that steel-driving wedge in her cunt from hurt to pleasure.
"Since you finally asked the right way," he snorted, knowing he had degraded her totally by now, "I will fuck you!"
This time he didn't grind the head of his cock slowly against the hymeneal barrier, but he pulled his hips back and thrust forward solidly, slamming into her for all he was worth, wanting her to know she was being fucked royally, by the best cock around.
Shana gritted her teeth tightly together in searing pain because of the fire of total hurt charging through her body as his penis strained at the thin, vainly resisting membrane within her. Her fists clenched and unclenched, beating away at his back, and she kicked out her legs on either side of him in the hope of somehow or other easing the torture she was feeling. But for the moment the agony prevailed and there was no alleviation.
Grabbing her firm, rounded white buttocks in his two hands, Roger held her tight and jerked his hips wildly forward, ramming his cock ever deeper into the tightness of her squeezing cunt until it stretched the elasticized hymen so much, the membrane finally snapped. Then he slid the rest of the way in, burying his cock all the way in, letting the head snuggle up against the back wall.
Air came biasing out of Shana's lungs, and she found the means to somehow suck more air into her, gasping at the shock of her lost virginity. Then, as suddenly as the pain had begun at his entry, it started instantly receding. But the swirling passion bubbling through her pussy continued building higher and higher. Her blood was bubbling, and so were the hot juices in her cunt as they laved the thick log inside her. It was so hard, so good, so deep!
Shana, without realizing it, began rotating her hips, helping the thick penis to stretch her vaginal walls and make her containment of the organ that much easier. Little muscles inside, previously never used, suddenly started coming into play, nibbling at the penile loge as if trying to chew on it. Oh, God! It did feel good! Now that she felt this much, she wanted to feel more. Yes, since it was too late to redeem her virginity, she wanted to be totally fucked.
"Hhhhuuunnnhhh!" she panted mindlessly, unaware of how he was enjoying her total surrender.
Intent on making her feel as much as possible, Roger reached down around her wriggling buttocks with a forefinger and slowly pushed it into the crack between her cheeks. Seeking, he finally found the entrance to her rectum, and he probed with his finger against the little star. Little by little the finger moved in, pressing into the narrowness of her anal corridor.
Shana's feet kicked high in the air, then came down with a thud on the mattress as her toes curled with a combination of pleasure and pain. Through the thin wall of tissue separating her vagina from her rectum she felt both, the cock and the finger sliding in and out with uncontrolled and maddening friction. A whirlwind of new sensations tore through the delighted redhead, and though this was the first time in her life, Shana knew it wouldn't be the last time that there would be nothing else in the world to interest her other than her being fucked. Her cries of lust continued tumbling from her lips as she locked her ankles tightly around his back, skewering the wetness of her heated cunt agains the full length of his immense, and wonderfully pumping shaft of muscle and flesh. Perspiration came raining out of her, dripping onto the mattress.
"I...uuuunnnhhh...love you...." Shana gasped, taking Roger totally by surprise. "I don't know...oooohhhhh...what you're doing...aaaannnn-nhhhhh...to meeee...hhhhuuuunnnhhh...but it's wonderfullll...and I love you for it!"
Good God! She was a victim of the "First Lay Syndrome." She was in love with the first cock to ever plunder her cunt. This was something on which Roger hadn't counted. He had thought her hate for him would be so strong, that even though she would adore being fucked by him, she would hate him as a person.
Her fingers raked the pounding cheeks of his buttocks as she tried tugging him all the more deeply into her. She was rolling from side to side in wanton animal heat as the hard and solid cock continued surging ever more deeply into her pussy. Her vagina had stretched just enough, and the hole was definitely becoming accustomed to the piston working in and out of her causeway. The defensive pressure of her rectal walls around his plundering finger also relaxed, and a splash of frothing juices drowned his moving cock in a sea of her excited lubricants.
She lay there, thrilling to the way he fucked her, with long hard strokes, wanting to know the final ecstasy, to come, to reach that pinnacle of utter delight. There was no longer any thought of right or wrong inside her. All that mattered was the proper finish.
"Fuck-me...fuck-me...fuck-me...fuck-me.. . " she chanted again and again, her voice almost monotonous in her delirium.
Her wild vocal pleadings almost made Roger climax then and there, as he enjoyed her babblings while continuing to pump insanely into her womanly tunnel. He loved hearing a woman beg for his cock, and even more enjoyable was the fact that this "holier-than-thou-cunt" was now accepting his cock eagerly, begging for more and more. The walls of her vagina clasped his cock like a squeezing rubber glove. God! She was better than he would have dreamed possible. Most virgins like this one were usually godawful their first time.
"Love it...love it...love it...." she chanted.
"Yes, I. . . aaannnhh...figured you would...." he gasped. "I didn't think you'd...ohhhh...take to it this quickly...." he moaned. "But I knew that sooner or later you'd really go for a good cock."
"Yesssss!" she hissed.
"Whose loving little bitch are you for the moment?" he asked.
"I'm yours, all yours, Mr. Starr!" she gasped, willing to agree to anything in order to keep that wonderful cock of his moving in the seething depths of her flaming vaginal chalice.
"Say it again!" he gasped.
"I love you...I love you...I love you...." she moaned. "Don't send me away. Let me stay here and be your slave. Let me cook for you, clean for you...hhhaaaannnhhh...anythiiiinnnnggg...ohhhhh...just as long as you keep on fucking me!"
She was his now, and in the throes of passion she adored him. She would probably continue to adore him if he kept her around, at least for a little while. But eventually her conscience would catch up to her, and the love would once again turn to seething hate. He'd fuck her a few more times, and in the interim there were three other women who had to pay for making his life miserable at one time or another. He intended getting to them, too.
All the while he was thinking he continued his assault on her deep cunt while his finger continued assaulting her rectum. His balls were bursting with the urge to unleash the trillions of sperm they were manufacturing, and he knew it wouldn't be long, now.
"Yes," he murmured. "For now, you're my hot little bitch!" He gloated, knowing he had won her over completely. Before she hated him, she would be on her way to Spain, to Don Eduardo, who would be grateful to him for the rest of his life. What was more, once Shana became adjusted to Don Eduardo, she would be grateful, too.
With one hand he gripped one of her hips for support while his other hand continued driving the finger deeper and deeper into the narrow tightness of her squeezing rectum, all but knocking the breath out of Shana's lungs. She responded, driving her cunt forward to totally envelop the length of his cock, then sliding back and letting her ass swallow up his finger. She fucked back and forth between the cock and finger with demonical force. Her body was dripping perspiration, and the consuming sexual frenzy which now shackled her needs to his seemed to be driving her totally out of her mind. All she wanted was to feel more and more cock driving into her. She wanted to fuck, fuck, fuck, all evening long, and all night long, as well.
Roger groaned as the pressure continued building in his sperm-swollen balls. He knew he wouldn't be able to hold his semen back any longer, not with the hot, tight cunt of this crazy ex-virgin all but crushing his penis to death. He pile-drove into her insanely, unable to control his movements any longer. She would have been an easy woman to love if he hadn't been consumed with hatred for her at one time. Roger knew he was not capable of loving any woman who had hurt him at any tine. Having hurt him once, she might conceive of a way to do so again.
He spread the soft crack between her buttocks wider with his hand and drove his forefinger even more deeply into the narrow squeezing press of her rectum. He was able to feel the underside of his cock as it thrust its way in and out of her pussy.
"Unh...that's it...." he gasped. "You're...aannhhh...doing fine. I'm...hhhuuunnnhhh...almost therrre...fuck harder...harder...."
"Yes, yes, yes," Shana gasped. "Fill me with your juices of love," she insisted. "Let me have your baby. Let me be the mother to your first-born. Come...darling. . . . "
Her words normally might have turned him off, but he was too far gone to stop, now. Shana sensed the muscles in his abdomen tightening, rubbing against the soft flatness of her own belly, and she braced herself for the spray of white-hot sauce. This would be her first acceptance of sperm, and in her mind it meant that she was already bound to Roger whether or not he wanted it. Her one hope was to be so good that he wouldn't send her away, but even as she thought about it, she knew it was a vain hope.
The cock was swelling and jerking inside her, and she was able to feel the twitch in the urethra, the tube in the underside of his cock, letting her know he was on the verge of exploding inside her. He pumped all the more savagely, feeling the boiling seed moving higher and higher. At any second it would reach the point of no-return, and then he would send wild splashes into her welcoming body.
"YYYYYA AAAAAI HIGGG HHHAAA AAN-NNN GGGHHH UUUNNN GGGHHH HHHAAAA AAAUUU WWWAAA AANNNG GGGHHH AAA-RRR GGGGGH HHH!" he bellowed, and then the thick ropes of searing fluid were splashing into her womanly tunnel, filling her with floods of his semen. Her vaginal walls began pulsating, keeping time to the way his cock spurted into her. She shuddered and felt her own orgasm strike like a thunderbolt.
"MY GOD...HHH HHAAAA NNNGGG HHH...MY GOD...MY GOD...I CAN FEEEEL ITTTTT...YYY YAAAGG GHHH...OHH HHHHH...YWA AAAAAA...I'll III'MMMM MM...GGG GGHHHH HHAAAA NNNNNG GGGHHH...YYY AAAGGG HHH!"
The cries tumbled from her ruby lips as their bodies temporarily became a single unit. Her ankles were locked around one another high on his back, her hips wriggling upward, her cunt clenching anxiously at his cock while her squeezing rectum closed tightly around his finger. She moved crazily, jerking every which way, her walls sucking so hard on his penis that the base was locked against her vulva. Her own orgasmic lubricant splashed insanely through her, washing his penis, mingling with his white sperm, and together they overflowed, flooding out around the base of his cock and running down her cheeks into her asshole where his finger continued its mad rummaging.
Finally it was over, and he withdrew both, finger and cock. He lay beside her for a long time as she crooned a tuneless tune, happy over what had happened in spite of the sinfulness of it all. He remained with her until she fell asleep.
Finally he rose from the bed and went to the bathroom where he washed up. Then he dressed and left the room, taking Shana's clothing with him. She, like Andrea, would remain totally naked for the rest of the time they stayed at his estate.