Maybe it was then, as she lay impaled in excruciating pain, like some ravaged serf out of the dark ages with the raping cudgel of the brutal invader spearing into her chaste, defenseless vagina, or maybe it had been that moment when he had forced himself between her legs and ripped away her panties… or was it the first seconds of racking torment when he had burst into her? Whichever, the metamorphosis of passion to Anaphrodisia had taken place. Desire, if and when it came over her ever after was to be accompanied by fear and dread.

God, was she really to blame? Even then, she had begged him to stop. He hadn't even given her the opportunity to adjust to his sudden presence buried deep in her womb. He had just begun to fuck, like a madman, his mouth slack, his eyes staring unseeingly as he rammed into her and she groaned in unceasing torment beneath him, mumbling incoherently, her tears bathing her cheeks. Then, his hands were groping at her ripe, full breasts, clutching insanely, flesh protruding painfully in white bloodless ridges between his straining fingers. He had chewed at her nipples until the blood trickled from them, and even then she had tried, tried, tried to gentle his brutal attack. The damage had been done; he had taken her… let her give herself to it and to him in love… She could forgive him… she could!

But it was as if she had read his sudden lust-demented mind. One thought blinded him… to spew his hot, scalding load of pent-up sperm deep inside her… fulfill and release himself… with no longer any thought of her. God, she had so wanted to know the ecstasy of love in its entirety… but he was fucking her like a slut, not making love to her!