Chapter 2
Nora Skarne fell in love with Jake Wesley in her senior year in high school. He was three years older than her, and already going to college. She had skipped a couple of grades and looked forward to doing that, herself.
Her family had no money, but that did not bother her. She was intelligent enough to get good grades and was working hard to earn a scholarship to one or two of the universities she had applied to.
They lived in the rougher section of Lorenville. The small, shipping port was neatly divided into two distinct parts of town. Near the sea, the lower classes lived and toiled, inland, the wealthier people enjoyed their labor.
Nora quickly discerned that her only hope in life lay on crossing the invisible barrier from her side of town to the other. Where she lived, there was no hope, only growing despair and emptiness, something she was determined to escape.
Ever since she had been a little girl, she had learned the value of study and hard work. She put almost every girlish pleasure aside for her education, concentrating on gaining knowledge, rather than having fun.
Her father died when she was a little girl and her mother, though hard-working and never unkind, had little time for her. The woman often brought men home to spend the night, and Nora got used to having many 'uncles' around.
She did not resent this, she resented very little as long as it did not interfere with her studies. She realized how hard her mother worked, and she wanted only to be left alone, as she would leave the woman alone.
The men her mother brought home were often fellow workers from the canning factory where she had her job, and once and awhile, a sailor from one of the ships in port. The factory workers she did not mind, for they were always rather shy and embarrassed around her, but the sailors frightened her.
They were usually rougher and harder men, men that would think little of touching or caressing her whenever she passed by them. She learned to avoid their quick and eager hands, and never spend more than a few seconds in the room with them, if her mother was not around.
She hated them for their foul, greedy pawing, and even more, for what, she considered to be a betrayal of her mother, whenever they came on to her. She did not know very much about sex in those years, but she understood clearly what they wanted, and how they did not care where they got it from.
She was fifteen when Don raped her. She never learned his last name, he was in town for a short weekend, and she never saw him again. As far as she was concerned, that was just as well, for if she had the chance, she would have killed him, she knew.
In a way, it was actually her fault, for she should have known better than to stay alone in the house with the man when her mother had gone to work overtime that Saturday morning. It was the middle of summer and production was in full gear at the factory, so she had been called in on her day off.
She had brought the man named Don home that night. It had been late when they got in, but Nora was still awake. She had laid in bed, listening to their whispered giggling as they climbed the stairs, shutting her eyes tightly against the sounds of sex she had known would soon be coming from her mother's room next to hers.
After several minutes, she heard nothing, and finally, out of curiosity she got up from bed and tip-toed to the room. Peering in, she saw them both asleep across the bed, still in their underwear.
Grateful for being able to miss the heavy breathing and relentless squeaking of her mother's bed, she had returned to her own, and a night of fitful, nervous rest. For some reason, she did not sleep very well, and when she woke up the next morning, she was still very tired.
She realized, at once, of course, that the source of her uneasiness was Don, the man her mother had brought home. This vague sense of dread was not unfamiliar to her, and when she went downstairs to start breakfast, she prayed he would leave soon after eating the morning meal.
They came down together, blurry-eyed and moaning with the pain of their hangovers. "God, Hon," her mother gasped. "All I want is coffee, it's all I could keep down!"
"Me, I'll take whatever you got, kid," the man named Don, snorted. "I like a full belly after a heavy night of partying."
She glared at him openly, shivering a bit as she watched his eyes running up and down her body, drinking in her full, big breasted frame. She turned away, cursing herself for not having dressed, and set to work making his breakfast.
She would have liked to tell him to get the hell out of the house right then and there, but she did not dare. She didn't want to have to argue with her mother this morning, and in any case, it was the woman's business who she enjoyed herself with, she thought. Just as long as she did not have to enjoy the creep, too.
Don was a big man, and had he not been so crudely menacing, she might have even found him lusty and attractive in a rough sort of manner. But she did not like his eyes roaming over her body so obviously, and she shivered as she cooked his eggs, hoping, perhaps, that he would leave as quickly as she prayed he would.
Her mother seemed too preoccupied with her hangover to pay much attention to him, and he seemed offended by this. She finally yawned and stood up, sucking down the last of her coffee and picking up her purse.
"I shouldn't have to work more than a half day," she told them„ "So, I'll be home around one."
She gave her daughter a slight peck on the cheek and turned to Don. "You be waiting for me, lover," she whispered, kissing him full on the mouth.
Nora turned her head away as she watched the man's hands roaming over her mother's back and buttocks, kneading and squeezing her flesh, passionately. Her mother laughed and twisted her way out of the big man's embrace, and then slipped out the back door of the house, leaving them alone in it.
The sailor tried to enlist her in a conversation, asking obviously polite questions about her school and the like, but she answered him in dull, single word responses. She said yes and no to nearly everything he asked, making her disinterest clear.
"What's the matter with me, kid?" he snarled in impatience at last. "Don't you like me or something?"
She was at the stove, then, and she turned and glared at him. "Frankly, no," she hissed at him. "I've seen too many of you guys come and go, you take my mother for a ride then leave her flat, I don't like it."
"Well, hell, baby, what do you expect?" the man laughed, coldly. "You think I'm gonna marry her or something?"
"No, I know you're not going to do that," Nora laughed savagely. "But I don't have to like it, do I?"
The man named Don stood up and came up behind her. She felt his hands around her hips then, his fingers suddenly digging into her smooth, supple curves. She gasped at the sudden contact and began to struggle. "All right, let go of me," she hissed, twisting around to glare at him. "I'm not your toy, buster, let me go!" Don made no move to do anything more than hold her fast. His eyes were wandering over the tops of her breasts, which her peeking through the fold of her nightgown. She pulled it shut, instinctively, and he cackled softly.
"You're a sweet little bitch, ain't you, honey?" he whispered. "How about you give your Uncle Don a little kiss?"
He bent to press his mouth to hers and she twisted away, turning out of his reach. He laughed as she picked up a pan from the counter beside the stove and held it over her head to strike him.
"Jesus, hell-bent, ain't you, baby?" he chuckled. He backed away from her and resumed his place at the kitchen table. "Well, I got your old lady, kid, I don't need you, so don't worry about it!"
Nora's belly was churning with fear and sickness and she dropped the pot onto the counter again and fled from the room. She could hear his laughter following behind her as she raced up the stairs to her bed room and shut the door behind her.
It took several minutes for her to calm down, and when she finally did, she shook her head in anger at her fearful reactions. He was just a dumb sailor, she told herself, trying to tease me. He just wanted to scare me, that's all.
She nodded sourly. He had done a good job of it all right, and she stepped into the bathroom, then, locked the door and turned on the shower. Under the stinging, steaming spray of the driving water, she felt her body relaxing at last.
She remained in the shower for quite awhile, for it was one of the few ways in which she could completely relax herself. The driving sting of the water seemed to soothe all the pain and despair out of her body and heart, and when at last she stepped from beneath it, she felt more than just clean again.
After she had dried herself, she slipped into a pair of panties and shorts, and pulled a blouse over her shoulders. She did not bother with a bra, though she knew her mother hated to see her going without one, but since she did not plan to leave the house that day, she saw no reason to strap her breasts up in a harness. She hated having her breasts held in place so tightly as a bra did. At sixteen, they were already large and heavy, and she prayed that the rest of her body would grow into them, some day.
She shook her head as the sun began to fill her room, for it was climbing quickly and steadily into the sky and she knew that this day was going to be a very hot one. She only had a tiny fan for her room, and it gave off very little breeze, so she tried to resign herself to a sweaty day.
She lay down on her bed and piled her books next to her on the night table. She had a great deal to study that afternoon, for she was going to be a senior in high school next semester and she wanted to get a head start.
She was in the habit of giving herself quiz's now and then, and was preparing one this afternoon. She lay on the bed, reading for nearly two hours before she got thirsty and decided to get herself a coke from the kitchen.
When she entered the small room, she found Don drinking a large glass of whiskey, from the looks of his eyes and the way he gazed at her, he had been doing so ever since she left the room.
He allowed his gaze to follow her as she crossed the room to the refrigerator. He licked his lips, smacking them loudly and let a low, obscene whistle escape his lips as he watched her shapely buttocks rolling against the tightness of her shorts.
"Jesus, you're a real little lady, ain't you, honey?" he snorted. "Man could find himself getting real worked up over a sweet piece of tail like you."
She ignored his comment and quickly poured the coke into a tall glass with ice cubes in it, and carried both the glass and the bottle by him without saying a word. She took the steps two at a time, and relaxed at last, as she settled down on her bed to study once more.
She was reading a history book when she heard the door knob turning. She glanced up in shock and watched as the door swung open with a soft, quiet squeak. Don was standing there, the whiskey bottle clutched in his hand, a twisted grin on his lips. "Just talked to my buddies," he laughed, softly. "Looks like we're pulling out of here quicker than I thought."
She nodded. "I'll tell mother," she murmured. "Now, would you mind leaving my room, I would like to get some reading done?"
He did not budge but took another pull on the bottle, smacking his lips loudly as the liquor guzzled down his throat. He grinned at her much wider, then, and something in his eyes made her flesh crawl.
"Sure hate to leave a port without unloading my rocks at least once," he said, evenly. "Makes it awful hard on a man not to get a little loving in."
She noticed his eyes on her breasts, gazing intently at the damp line of moisture that covered the cleft between them. She pulled her blouse closed, instinctively, and shivered a bit, as if she were suddenly chilled.
"That's not my problem," she said, flatly. "Now, please go. I don't want to have to get nasty about it."
"You're a real tight ass little baby, ain't you?" he chuckled. He stepped into the room and kicked the door shut behind him. "Got a smart mouth for one so young."
She swung her legs over the side of the bed as he approached and stood up cautiously. "The jokes are over, Mister," she whispered coldly. "I want you out of here in five seconds or I'm calling my mother at work."
He ran his eyes up and down her body again, this time the leering gaze in them quite obvious. She shivered and tried to step by him, but he quickly blocked her path, his arms folded across his chest.
"What's the matter, honey, don't I appeal to you?" he chuckled. "You too stuck-up for the likes of me?"
"Get out of my way, you bastard," she snarled. "I'm tired of fooling around with you, now. I mean it!"
He suddenly grabbed her by her shoulders then, and dropped his mouth to hers. She gasped in shock and choked as she felt his wet, slippery lips mashing against her own in a hungrily kiss.
"That's it, honey, fight me," he chuckled thickly, as she tried to twist her head away from his mouth. "I like it when they fight me! Damn, I ain't had no teenage pussy in months, it's about time!"
She could smell the liquor and scent of unwashed flesh on him, and it nearly made her gag as she pulled her mouth from his. She kicked at him desperately, but he merely laughed and backed her against the wall.
"Let me go, damn you, let me go," she hissed wildly. "You rotten son of a bitch, let me go right now!"
"Ohh, a tough little cunt, huh?" he laughed. "Well, we'll see how tough you are, bitch, we'll just see about that!"
His big, hairy paw came looping down out of the air and crashed hard against her cheek. Her head shot to the left as she screamed and a dull, pounding ache filled her jaw as the stars danced in front of her eyes from the blow.
She moaned dully as she felt one of his hands taking hold of the front of her blouse and tearing it open. The vicious sound of her fabric ripping filled her ears, and she screamed once more as her full, large mounds came tumbling free.
"God damn, what a sweet pair of tits," he gasped. He was shuddering violently, his breath growing rapid and forced with the effort of his breathing. "Jesus, bitch, you got the tits of a grown woman on you!"
"Ohh, dear God, don't, stop it, don't," she sobbed. She was trying frantically to pull her blouse together, and he slapped her hands away, grabbing hold of her hair with his other hand and slamming her head hard against the wall.
"Quit jumping around, cunt," he snarled. "I want see what the rest of you looks like! If your pussy is anything like your tits, I'm gonna be having myself a high old time, I bet!"
She moaned as he dug his hand down into her shorts. The sensation of his fingers slicing over her bare flesh made her scream anew, though she could hardly see for the throbbing pain in the back of her head. Viciously he ripped forward, tearing the button and zipper free on the garment. Grunting with the effort, he forced her shorts and panties down to her knees, and she sobbed wildly as she felt her loins exposed.
She was kicking helplessly as the tangled garments locked and twisted around her knees. He gripped her by the throat with one hand and held her fast, and pushed the clothing down over her calves with the other.
As the undergarment and shorts dropped to her feet, her kicking legs tossed them away from her. He was laughing thickly, his eyes leering at her nakedness, now, his lips smacking loudly as if he were contemplating a mouth-watering meal.
"Jesus, what a fucking cunt," he sighed. He ran his lingers up along her inner thigh and she groaned with a mixture of horror and same. "Ahh, smooth as silk, ain't you, baby? Just as warm and soft as a man could want!"
"Ohh, God, please, please don't hurt me," she wailed. Her voice was strained and taut, her words escaping her lips in a gasping manner. "No, no, don't touch me, God, please, don't do it to me!"
"Shit, what are you crying about, cunt?" he snarled, cupping his hand over one firm, round breast, now. "Why, I'll bet you're more than used to this! A bitch like you, with this body, you got to have used it a lot, right?"
His fingers closed around the soft, warm globe of her breast, kneading it greedily. Her thick, jutting nipple grew tight and firm against his palm and she sobbed once more as he pressed it hard against her quivering nugget.
Her head was shaking wildly as she tried to speak. "No ... no, truly, really, I ... I haven't," she gasped. "Please, believe me, please, please, now!"
He kneaded her breast cruelly, enjoying the way her flesh was warm and fevered, damp with the sweat of fear. He could feel her heart pounding behind the soft, spongy globe and from her loins, a deep, thick aroma was rising up to his nostrils.
The young girl sobbed in horror as his mouth came down over hers. She felt his lips grinding against her soft, sensual petals once more, kissing and slobbering over her tender mouth in a vicious manner.
His hand, tight against her throat, was holding her firmly against the wall. His tongue jammed harshly against her teeth and she gagged as he pushed his way, between them demandingly.
"Open your mouth, bitch," he hissed. "Open it, or I'll fucking choke you senseless, cunt! You want it that way, do you?"
She could barely breathe at this point and the terror of passing out made her do as he ordered her to. She parted her teeth and he slid his eager tongue between them. He lashed hungrily in search of her sweet, moist spear, grunting in triumph as he curled his darting prong around it.
His sucking kiss made her stomach lurch in a violent, queasy spasm and she had to gulp, desperately, to hold the bile in her throat. She could smell him now, smell not only the stench of booze and his dirty flesh, but a new odor, thick and dank, unrecognizable, but undeniable nonetheless.
She heard his zipper riding down with a loud, horrible hiss and groaned as his hand grabbed hold of her wrist and pulled her own, slender fingers down to his groin. She screamed in disgust as she felt something thick and hard pulsating behind his grubby jeans, beating like a powerful engine in his trousers.
"Take it, you little fucking whore," he hissed. "Go on, take it out and hold it! Do it, baby, do it to me right now, you cunt!"
She shuddered with fear, feeling his fingers tightening on her throat once more. She knew he would hurt her if she did not do as he ordered, so she slipped her hand inside of his jeans and wrapped her long, tapered fingers around the throbbing prong.
Don gasped with delight as she gripped his shaft in her delicate fist. "Ahh, now that's the idea," he cackled. "Pull it, bitch, pump it! Get it going, baby, get that fucking meat rock hard!"
Nora sobbed thickly as she brought the man's tool from behind his jeans and held it lightly in her palm. It was beating rhythmically with the hot, boiling blood that roared through it, growing thicker and harder with each passing moment. She was horrified of it, hated how it felt in her hand. It was like an ugly, pulsating snake, pounding with evil life, wet and smelly from the passion it contained. She sobbed when he tightened his fingers around her neck, and she quickly locked her hand much tighter around the throbbing meat.
Slowly she kneaded and squeezed the huge, hot pole. She had little idea of what to do to please him, but she tried her best, moving her fingers quickly back and forth along the length of the foul shaft.
His hand was at her loins, then and she squealed with pain and sickness as he explored the warm, moist hillock. She shivered violently as he rubbed the tips of his fingers back and forth along her vaginal lips, and flicked his thumb, painfully, against her twitching clit.
Each time he snapped the fat, knobby thumb at her tender love button, the pain shot through her loins like a hot, searing, knife. She gasped in the grip of his cruel assault, kicking and twisting helplessly as he pinned her to the wall by her throat.
"You still fighting me, honey?" he snarled with a vicious mirth. "Well, that's okay, cunt, as long as you settle down when we get to business."
"Ohh, please, please, I'm a virgin, you monster, a virgin," she gasped. "Ohh, God, don't you understand, I never have, never!"
He laughed savagely and ground his mouth against hers once more. "Still cherry, huh?" he cackled. "I'll bet you are, you lying little whore!"
He slid two fingers into her pussy then, and she screamed in pain as she felt him forcing them deep into her tight, virginal passage. The pain was deep and fierce as he thrust them cruelly against her maidenhead, making her scream once more.
He rubbed the digits back and forth inside of her and laughed, coldly. "Well, God damn, you are still virgin," he hissed. "I'll be a son of a bitch!"
She gulped wildly, trying hard to catch her breath. "You ... you see?" she moaned. "Now ... please ... please don't do it to me, please, please! His laughter was vicious and cruel as it rang in her ears.
"Are you kidding, cunt?" he snorted. "Jesus, I wouldn't miss this for the world, bitch. A sweet, young cherry like you? I'm gonna blow my rocks like nothing before!"
Savagely he spun her around and threw her down on the bed. She gasped as she struck the mattress and then rolled, trying to escape the man. He cackled with glee, catching hold of the back of her shirt.
He ripped it away from her, then, and she squealed, shivering as he turned her over on her back once more and fell across her, heavily. She groaned in pain as his huge bulk crushed down on top of her.
She could feel his cock throbbing against her thighs and she squirmed anxiously, trying helplessly to avoid the pounding spear. His mouth was at her throat and he locked her hands behind her head, holding both of them in one huge, meaty fist.
"I'm getting a little tired of all this fucking around, baby," he snarled, digging his teeth into the base of one big, quivering nipple. "Now settle down, before I really hurt you, cunt!"
He bit hard into the flesh of her tender nugget and thrust two fingers into her pussy once more. The twin sensations of pain seared along her flesh and she screamed in agony, jerking uncontrollably with the effects of his assault.
Hungrily, he sucked on her quaking nipple, lashing at the sweet, pink nugget with his tongue. She sobbed as he rhythmically pumped his fingers in and out of her cunt, rolling and turning them viciously against her inner walls to widen her tender channel.
"My cock, bitch, get to work on my cock," he snarled. "Come on, you fucking little slut, do what you're supposed to do!"
Nora sobbed in throbbing agony as she felt the man kneading her mound ruthlessly with his big, square hand. His thumb was pressed savagely against her clit, now, and he was rubbing against the tiny nugget with as much pressure as he could.
To underscore his threat, he rolled her nipple cruelly between his teeth, giving her now an even more intense pain, and the helpless young girl realized that if she did not do exactly as he wanted, he would hurt her even more terribly.
Groaning with a seething combination of fear, pain and sickness, she gripped his cock tightly in her hand again, horrified by the size to which it had grown, and the savage pounding of his fevered blood, now.
She could feel the hot fluid quaking along the length of his shaft, making it pulsate violently against her gripping fingers. Harder and faster it seemed to beat, expanding wildly, as if it might burst at any moment.
She rode her soft, warm palm up and down the length of it, wildly, trembling with the awful fear that he might soon be thrusting the huge, hot weapon inside of her, and raping her with all the violence he could command.
Her poor, aching cunt was undulating uncontrollably around his plunging fingers, and he laughed as they got damp and sticky with the lubricant he had started flowing in her tight, burning channel.
"Ahh, don't you worry, baby, don't you worry about a thing," he chuckled. "I'm gonna show you a real good time, you'll see, you're gonna love it, bitch, just love it!"
She shuddered and groaned, twisting from left to right as he plowed the fingers into her relentlessly. The pain was constant and throbbing in her tight, warm tunnel, each stroke giving her even more agony-than before.
In her hand, his cock had swollen to nearly twice the size as before, and she was horrified of the thought that he would put it into her. She pounded her hand, wildly against his meat, then, hoping frantically, that she could bring him to his climax before he tried to enter her.
Faster and harder she drove her soft, warm fist at his pulsating tool. He groaned thickly, shuddering with each powerful, lovely stroke that she took. He rocked rhythmically in response to her driving hand, laughing thickly as she attacked his hard, aching shaft.
"Yeah, baby, that's the idea," he cackled. "Get old Don, ready, bitch, get him good and ready for that cunt of yours, honey!"
His lips and teeth moved against her breasts, hungrily, now, as his free hand dropped from her wrists to her boobs, also. She sobbed as she felt him kneading the quivering spheres, pulling and tugging on her flesh, demandingly.
She began to claw and punch at him, her panic rising as she felt his fingers pushing against her thighs to spread them apart. He moaned as he slipped down between the warm, wet limbs, his body quaking with the violence of his passion.
He lifted his head from her breasts and slapped her hard against the face. "You fucking slut," he growled. "Hit me again, and I'll break your God damn arm, bitch!"
He wedged himself tightly between her thighs, then, and took hold of his shaft, guiding it up to the hot, trembling petals that guarded her virginal passage. She screamed in horror and shook her head, violently.
"No ... no ... anything ... I'll do anything," she gasped. "Please, please, let me ... let me do something else ... please!"
Cruelly, he forced the thick, hot knob of his helmet against the quivering petals. "Shut up, cunt," he snarled. "I don't want anything else, I want that cherry!"
Nora's body drew taut as she felt the big, strong man forcing his cock between her vaginal lips, forcing himself inside of her. She screamed in pain and horror, twisting in a helpless attempt to escape the ruthless invasion of his tool.
She sobbed as the man pushed himself deeper into her moist, hot tunnel. Her poor, aching pit was unused to the presence of his cock, and the throbbing hurt of him was nearly more than she could stand.
The big man had no thought for her feelings at that moment. He laughed harshly, rocking from side to side as he pushed more and more of his weapon into her pit. "God, you're tight," he hissed. "Motherfucker, what a tight little bitch you are! Jesus, baby, this is great!"
"No, don't ohhh, please, please don't," she wailed, pounding her tiny fists against his shoulders, helplessly. "I'm a virgin, God damn it, a virgin, please!"
"Not for long, cunt," he cackled, digging his hands under her buttocks and locking them tightly against her flesh. "You won't have that fucking problem for long, I promise you!" She felt the huge, hot head of his cock pressed tightly against her virginal wall, and the searing pain of it roared savagely in the depths of her pounding tunnel. He grunted as he moved the thick, pulsating tool against her maidenhead, rocking his body from left to right until he was settled firmly in place between her thighs.
Now he took a deep breath and slowly drew his shaft out from her aching pit. He hissed savagely as he was nearly all the way out of her cunt, digging his fingers tightly into her spongy buttocks to hold her fast.
"Get ready, bitch," he growled. "I'm gonna make you a real woman, now!"
He rammed into her violently, then, and the girl screamed in horror and agony as the huge, pounding head of his shaft slammed into her virginal membrane and tore through it without any effort at all. She felt the slender wall of flesh parting under the driving force of his cock and she sobbed in shame as he buried his prick to the hilt in her bleeding passage.
She groaned wildly as she felt him throbbing deep in her tunnel. "Ohh, Jesus, you sweet whore," he chuckled harshly. "God, you got the tightest little pussy, you bitch, just the tightest little pussy indeed!"
He pulled back, then, massaging her buttocks cruelly as he did. She was shivering uncontrollably with the pain and humiliation of his assault. She turned her head away and mashed it tightly against the pillow as he rammed into her again.
He was pumping back and forth ruthlessly, now, twisting and turning inside of her with a cruel abandon. He had little concern, now for her own, ravaged flesh, so bent upon complete satisfaction was he, now.
Again and again he rode his hard, pulsating prong into her pussy. He laughed wildly with every stroke, twisting and shuddering as his cock reached a feverish stage of excitement in her cave.
The harder he drove into her, the closer he came to a climax. He felt her undulating walls quivering around him and the slippery, wet smack their bellies made as they met and parted rang loudly in his ears.
His shaft was throbbing with a tortured delight by this time and his gasping greed blew hot breathes of fevered excitement across her shoulders. She heard him grunting pleasure in her ears and she sobbed loudly in an attempt to drown him out.
"Ohhh, baby, gonna come," he hissed, kissing her neck, hurriedly. "Yeah, bitch, ummm, honey, gonna come so good in you, now!"
He roared into her once more, groaning savagely as a hot, thick stream of boiling come began to spurt from his tool. Through the dull, throbbing ache in her flesh, she could fell the blast of his orgasm and feel the creamy fluid of his pleasure filling her loins to overflowing.
Her shame was near total as he emptied his seed in her pit. She lay on the bed, shuddering with a dull, pulsating agony as he pumped back and forth inside of her. There was nothing she could do but endure this wretched attack, endure the horrible assault until at last he finished.
When he rolled off of her, she crawled to the edge of the bed and allowed herself to have the violent attack of sickness she had been repressing. He just laughed, cruelly and patted her buttocks, his cackle of delight ringing in her ears as he spoke.
"Thanks for the cherry, baby," he snorted. "Next time some guy puts his cock into you, remember who was the first, will you?"
He left quickly after that, and of course, neither she nor her mother ever saw him again. That evening, she soaked in a bathtub for hours, praying that she would not get pregnant from the rape, and that somehow the stink of him, and the horrid sensation of his hands all over her would go away.
On the first count, she breathed easier as her period came later that month, but on the second, it took a long time before even the first stages of her flesh's memory of his hands and rod could be erased. It wasn't until she met and fell in love with Jake Wesley that she could forget the man that raped her, and even then, the revulsion she had helped to drive her husband away from her, in the end.