"Th-Thank you."

"But… you surprised me, kid." He sniggered quietly. "You weren't no Goddamned virgin like I expected. Someone'd been in that little cunt of yours playing around before me."

"No! That's not true," she lied. "It's… it's from riding the horse for my brother when he plowed."

Keel laughed outright. "So…? Cherries are always trouble anyway; they scream too loud. It makes no difference. You were good, kid. You were good… wild enough as it was. That's some tight little cunt you've got… or had." He laughed lewdly. "Can't imagine what it'd been like if it was any tighter."

He spoke the words with intense pleasure. It was obvious to Madeleine that he'd enjoyed every minute of her rape. She didn't respond, simply laid there, her mind almost a blank now, her only thoughts when they did occur, were of Boston and her future.

His pulsing shaft of flesh pressing between her soft, round buttocks surprised her with a sudden jerking motion, and then he put his hand on her waist, clutching at her hardly perceptible hip bone to draw her bottom toward his loins.

"Please?" she sparred, feeling quite safe now.

His huge body moved closer against her from behind and then he was nibbling at the nape of her neck, moving along to her shoulder. She lay, pretending impassiveness, even as a little ball of apprehension began to form once more inside her belly. Abruptly, his hand slipped between her thighs where her buttocks adjoined them. She jerked automatically, but his presence there no longer shocked her, nor did it please her either, but in fact, it affected her no way at all. His thick, long fingers dallied at the lips of her vagina, finally oozing inside her passage to gently stroke its walls. Her wetness startled her and she contracted her bowels in spite of herself. Then, amazingly enough, it occurred to her that she was not exactly repelled by his manipulations this time, that even a certain amount of thrill was surging through her.