Until that moment, she had given no thought to the physical aspects of the coupling itself, but now a new, and acute, sense of terror came alive as she watched him on his knees before her, once more stroking himself. Her eyes locked on the fleshy instrument he was holding in his big hand. Its thickness was beyond belief. The size of a man's organ had never occurred to her before in her young life; there had been no reason for any such forbidden concern… but suddenly the realization of her own small size in comparison to his huge thing struck her. Dear God! It would split her apart… tear her horribly! She could never take that inside her, she knew… she'd examined herself that close before…!

"Does it frighten you, baby?" he leered at her, continuing to fondle and massage the vile looking blunt spear of rigid flesh, working the heavy outer layer of skin to-and-fro, exposing its smooth, bulbous head, only to sheath it once more, then repeat the lewd act. "Well, don't let it… 'cause this cock's going to bring you more pleasure than you've ever had in your life, eh?"

He went on tormenting her, gloatingly watching the distressed expressions of fear contorting her beautiful young face, and at last Madeleine felt the hot tears dribbling down the sides of her cheeks as she realized that there was no mercy to appeal to in this man… and dear God, she had brought it all upon herself. She hardly heard his filthy utterances anymore; at first, his foul use of all those vile four-letter words that she had barely, if ever heard spoken in forbidden whispers or dirty little stories from girls her own age, had near-sickened her, but now her mind was too occupied with the hopelessness of her position and the horrifying terror of knowing there was no escape for her… he was going to ravish her defenseless, near-chaste body no matter how she pleaded with him not to. God Almighty, there was nowhere to turn… she was alone and completely at his mercy…!