God… what was she becoming, anyway? Was this the way it happened to the girls she had known who had ran away to Montreal? Were all females affected by something inserted in, or playing at the mouths of their pussies? She'd never have believed it if someone had told her… And then, his rigid prick slipped between her tight, full thighs following his leading fingers that had probed for her pelvic opening.

God, she had to keep a hold on herself. "Please, M'sieu' Keel, I'm too sore for that," she managed in English.

"It's all in your head, kid… just lay perfectly still and enjoy it," he hissed hotly into her ear.

Damn him! She caught at the moment of anger swelling up in her throat, swallowed twice, then felt the turgid head of his cock find the irritated ring of the moist hair-lined orifice between her thighs. Momentarily, she winced, groaning as it wormed into her, but he gave no quarter, and at that precise moment of entry he seemed to become transformed with all the animal-like qualities she had already become familiar with. His breath rasped from his lungs in a grunting burst and he skewered viciously and completely right up into her, so emphatically that she let out a cry of agony and tried to pull free of him.

"Oh pleaseee! You're hurting me!" she exclaimed.

But he held her fast, a hand clutching around each hip so that his fingers gouged into the firm pliable flesh of her abdomen. He thrust into her from behind without mercy, growing ever larger and larger. She gasped, writhing in her understandable increasing agony, impaled completely, helplessly, once again. His thighs were sweaty, sticky-hot along the undersides of her own, and the bristly hairs of his loins prickled at her nude buttocks. He pounded into her without letup.

Good God, he seemed to pack her entire young belly with his massive, pummeling prick… up to her breasts… and maybe beyond. Sometimes, he hurt her she thought, but not so often now, and there were other moments when it seemed as if he were bursting inside her, expanding intricate parts that had always been secret, closed, forbidden. He was like a churning sea of volcanic lava behind her, hissing, swirling, tossing, thundering and crashing against her soft, smooth behind.