She felt a numbed splitting pain as the brutal head of his deep sunk cock suddenly flared into a hugeness that threatened to tear the tiny clamlike mouth of her womb wide asunder. It jerked and began to spurt; she sensed the gushing hot, white semen shooting into her in seething bursts, sloshing around inside her belly with the effect of liquid fire. The pores of her tight, still palpitating vagina seemed to clasp around it of their own volition, the raw, pink sheath sucking and milking the jerking shaft as if governed by a separate brain of its own… once more spilling its near-virginal juices into the already flooded cavern of her involuntarily quivering pussy.

At last, he fell on her with a groan, his great weight causing her to collapse beneath him. She struggled for breath, protested and he rolled off her. She said nothing, but got from the bed and went into the bedroom to clean herself up and apply cold towels to her aching loins and battered young slit. When she returned he was asleep on the bed, laying fat and naked, his snores filling the room. Quietly, she crawled beneath the covers and closed her eyes, falling into an exhausted sleep.

Once in the night, Madeleine remembered, he had come to her again and she'd tried to protest, arousing anger in him. When she'd attempted to push him away he'd slapped her hard, then climbed up over her, stretching her thighs wide apart once again. She'd sobbed half-hysterically, but he'd ignored her, stuffing his rigid vile shaft into her tender and bruised cunt yet once more, his great bulk bearing down upon her mercilessly. And as his brutal, thick cock pummeled deeper and deeper into her tortured vagina, she could hear him sniggering almost insanely… and that was the second time she fainted that night.