Chapter 7
As the train, sped on to Amarillo, the clickety-clack of the wheels along the rails seemed to announce an inexorable doom for beautiful, arrogant Eunice Norton, who was now Eunice Mordaunt. Her husband of one day and one unconsummated night, chuckling to see her lewd nakedness and shame, watched her rub her bottom frantically with both hands, completely forgetting her innate modesty and thus revealing to him the thick black tendrils of her virgin cunthole. For Eunice, it was an earth-shattering revelation to discover that this boor, this disgusting adventurer whom she had treated so contemptuously only a few weeks before, was now not only her husband but had every legal right over her; and what was worst of all, had demonstrated that status by striping her practically naked before a Negro porter and then administering not only a humiliating but a very painful spanking on her bare patrician flesh.
Needless to say, Eunice had never been spanked in all her tender, patrician life. But now, without even being given respite to soothe her hurts-for her bottom felt swollen to twice its natural size, which of course it was not-she now discovered that Jack Mordaunt intended to fuck her then and there and thus consummate the marriage just as he had said.
Obscenely, glootingly, he had unbuttoned his trousers and his shorts and revealed his prick, hard and rugged and empurpled with lust, which seeing her wriggle over his knees while was spanked, had evoked. His left arm circled her waist, his right hand cupped one of her titties, giving it affectionate little squeezes from time to time, while his lips brushed over her bare arms, the lovely stretch between shoulder and neck and then he said: "You asked for this, so I don't feel the least bit sorry, Eunice. You went out of your way to show me contempt. That little talk we had just before we were married was to let me know the marriage was just to save your father and that I could have you in name only and you thought I agreed to that. Now you see how wrong you are. When a man marries a girl, Eunice baby, he takes a possession of everything she's got that nature gave her, including her soul. Your cunt, your asshole, your mouth, your titties, your sweet white thighs, your belly-button, your armpits-I'm going to show you more ways than you ever dreamed of being fucked. And I'm going to start right now by making you a woman."
"Oh, pl-please, Jack! Not like this! For God's sake, won't you take pit on me-Please let me rest a little-I hurt so. Please, let me rest a little. I-I'm so ashamed. I've never been naked before a man, like this, before."
"I want you now and you're going to get it now. Otherwise, it's back over my lap. Maybe you'd prefer that."
He pretended to grasp her waist with both hands, preparatory to turning her back over his knees, but Eunice cried out, "Oooohhh, no! Please, not that! No more, no more! But for God's sake at least pull the shades down! I'm dying of shame!"
"This shame is just false modesty, baby. Before the honeymoon's over, you're going to learn to get rid of it. Yes, baby, before I'm through with you, you're going to come crawling on your knees and beg me to fuck you."
"Ohh-you-you filthy, contemptible, despicable-" Her rebellion flared up once more. No girl of Eunice's breeding and sensitively could, as he had shrewdly guessed, remain passive all this while and take all these insults without wanting to strike back. So when she tried to slap him and to wriggle off his lap, he simply grasped his left thumb and forefinger over her left nipple and tweaked it viciously, while his thumb and right forefinger caught a black spring of pussy-hair and pulled.
"Just try that again, honey and you're going to be most awfully score and it won't be from fucking. Now open that fist and put both hands behind your back and twine your fingers together. That's it. You're a regular spitfire, aren't you, you sweet little black-haired bitch?"
His left hand now grasped her wrists and maintained them against her back and thus all her naked torso, titties and cunt alike, were vulnerable to the lewd and gloating caresses of his right hand. He prolonged her torment to what seemed an eternity of shame.
"If you aren't nice, now," he warned, "I'm going to call Benny and have him hold you down while I fuck you. Don't look at me like that! There's nothing you can do about it. And we're going to Mexico, where there are very different divorce laws from what you've got in Asheville. Just remember that. You can play this one of two ways, honey. Either cooperate and submit and learn how to live all over again, as if you were a baby girl just born with a tutor to guide you-that's me-or fight me every step of the way and not be able to sit down for months. No matter what you do, you're going to get fucked. Because a wife always gets fucked on her honeymoon. So once and for all, get it out of your cunning little head that you're going to tell the conductor or the porter to stop the train because I'm raping you. They'd just laugh at you. All right, now get ready to get into that bed!"
He had already commanded this prelude of her and she was sick with loathing and despair. Now, feverishly, sensing how it went against her very grain to perform these provocative and shameless little tricks which were more suited to a whore house than to the connubial bedchamber the first time, Jack Mordaunt continued to fondle her naked body to his heart's content. He even went too far to squeeze both her flaming and throbbing bottom-cheeks, drawing forth wails and entreaties not to hurt her like that.
Now the ferocious rubbing of his prick had rendered it unmanageable. He pulled her up by the elbows and stood facing her, himself fully clothed except that his massive organ protruded from his pants.
"Now put your arms around me. That's the way. Get ready to be fucked, Eunice baby."
He could feel her shudder, hear the catch of her tremulous breath and he could see the shiverings and cringings of her thighs and belly. He put his left hand to her bottom, the fingertips sinking into the warm, spanked flesh, until she winced. With his right hand he pressed open her soft pussylips and at the same time advanced the swollen meatus. Eunice's teeth began to chatter and she groaned, "Not like this. I beg of you, in God's name, don't shame me. Don't use me like-like-"
"Like a whore? But every wife's a whore one time or another, baby," he jocked hoarsely. "The whore takes money to fuck: the wife does the same thing, except she stays with the guy longer and takes more of it-both in terms of-both in terms of dough and spunk. So what's the difference? Now it might hurt a little tiny bit this first time, but that can't be helped. After your cherry's popped, Eunice, it'll be a lot easier. You might even get to enjoy it."
"Oh my God. Oh, ah, oh stop it! Oh, you dirty, filthy, horrible man-I don't want you to-Oh, Father, help me. He's trying to Eiiiiii-eeeaaahh"
She tried to jerk away, but his fingers had pried open her cuntlips and inexorably followed her, pinching them to be sure her obedience. As she writhed, she felt a savage prickhead jab between the gaped-apart lips and thrust against the virgin barrier, her maiden cherry. Her lips curled back in a rictus of shame and horror; she tried to push at his shoulders with his hands, to avert her face. She called on her poor father to appear through some miracle to prevent this. All in vain.
Feeling himself planted to the brink of her membrane, Jack Mordaunt sank both his hands into the soft, warm tingling cheeks of her well-spanked behind and with a grunt, gave his loins a savage jerk. A prolonged wail, despairing and sobbing and hysterical, announced the rending of Eunice's maidenhead. He felt himself break through that virgin shield and burrow in her cunthole. The walls of that virgin channel of hers began instinctively to grasp and hold him, but their very slippings and nippings restored him for the next day.
"Do you feel me inside your cunthole? Do you feel what fucking is like now, you was unaware. He felt his wife's face twist away, contorted with revulsion and pain. He felt her hands pushing him away, but he didn't care. He was in Eunice's cunthole, the first time any man had ever visited there! With a savage lunge, he entered to the very balls. Another wild sobbing cry burst from his love-captive. Her head now bowed, her eyes downcast, she could not restrain the tears. One of his fingers slid into the narrow valley between her bottom cheeks to find her little asshole and to tickle it. But Eunice had already received the supreme stimulus: the mighty weapon which had traversed her cunthole gouging it intolerably, wasn't dormant, by any manner of means.
With long, deep, harrowing thrusts, Jack Mordaunt fucked his beautiful young wife. Eunice Mordaunt sank in his arms, nearly fainting at the twinging stab of torment that flashed through her tight, just-deflorated cunt-cannel. Tears flowed unchecked down her swollen, congested cheeks and her breath fell and rose with turbulence as he spoke.
In all his life, he had never tasted such bliss as he now felt. Never had his prick enjoyed so tight a housing, so tight a fit. But the most exciting thing of all was the apparent deep revulsion he could read on her face, inscribed on the maneuvers which her shrinking body tried to get away from him. Even the way her ass-muscles tightened when he was digging his fingers into her juice heinie of hers told him he was the last man on earth so far as Eunice was concerned. In fact, it became more pleasurable to rape her, to hold her and fuck her, to dig his prick in to the very hilt within that restricted cunny where no man had ever been before.
He wanted to do many more things to her, but he wisely decided she had had enough shock for one day. Quickening his thrusts, he felt the spunk well up in him till finally he could restrain it no longer. With a cry, he let the spunk flow out, deep into her cunthole.
And then, just as she felt the gush of his violent spunk jet deep into her womb, he heard an apologetic knock on the compartment door. Eunice uttered a shriek of mortification and tried desperately to pull away, but he shook his head and by the pinching clutch of his fingers against her velvety ass, warned her not to make a sound.
"Who is it?" he called.
"It's Benny, boss. Just wanted know if you wanted anything now,"
"Not now, thanks, Benny. I'll take care of you this evening. No, we're fine. The little wife and I are making up, if you know what I mean."
There was a chuckle from the other side of the compartment door.
"Ah shore does, boss! look laike to me dat little spanking you done give her wid de fly swatter worked wonders. Hee, hee, hee!"
Eunice's face was purple with mortification to hear herself so openly discussed, so ignominiously treated in the presence of a man who was no better than a valet. Oh, it was unthinkable. But her cunt was aching.
She wanted to go to the bathroom, but she didn't dare pull away from him. She was really afraid of him.
"How you-how could you tell him a thing like that?" she quavered.
"Why, you stupid little bitch, don't you know newly married couples are supposed to, fuck at the drop of a hat whenever they're along together. If we hadn't been doing it, it sure would have looked mighty queer. Now shut up and get your mind on your wifely duties. This is your first lesson. How did you like the feel of my prick inside your cunt, Eunice?"
She shuddered violently and groaned in despair. Jack Mordaunt released her, guided her to the big survived chair and helped her sink down into it. The agitational turmoil of her overwrought emotions-even more than the physical duress-brought about the complete annihilation of her will and ire and punitive desires for retribution.
She would never regain them. She didn't know it, but once she got to Mexico, she was really going to be a slave, just as women had been intended to be in the old days before they gave them the vote.