He hurt me horribly, of course, but what did he care for my young flesh! All he wanted was to tear through my maidenhead as quickly as possible, and the more I screamed under my breath and begged for mercy, the more pleased he was. It is no exaggeration to say he regularly ripped me open, and certainly the blood flowed freely from my wounds. Without dismounting he twice poured in a torrent of lava, and then gloated over the way he had made me bleed and chaffed me when I bewailed my torn cunt. I reproached him strongly, sobbed, and vowed I would go back to my parents, for this was not at all like the pleasure I had expected. But I did not know the sort of husband I had got.

'You'll find out, my girl,' said he, 'you've got to do as I like. I'll teach you to threaten me. Turn over and show me your arse.' I refused to move, and he flung me over at once, pulled my bottom open, and began to probe the tight little hole with a finger, at the same time stiffening up his cock again by rubbing it on the back of my thighs. Horrified at the obscenity of the act, I protested loudly, but little knew what was coming.

'You don't like my finger there, eh? What'll you say, then, when you feel this in it?' beating my arse with his prick.

'Never, never!' I shouted, 'I'll scream for help.' My earlier threats were all fudge, but I really began to be alarmed now. He banged my head down on the pillow, and informed me if I did he would tie and gag me; that he was master, and I'd find he'd do as he liked. With that he began thrusting in his prick, and despite all my resistance, for after all I didn't cry out too loudly, I was soundly buggered. After that I was too exhausted to resist any more, and he fucked away, without my taking the slightest pleasure from it, till I pretty well fainted. Next day I was too sore to move and besought him with tears to give me time to recover.