Exhausted at last, the conquered giant, now rapidly shrinking in size, slipped from her parted lips, and Marion rolled from her position to lie limply on the floor at Herbert’s side. She lay with her eyes closed for some time, her mind reeling with tumultuous recapitulations of the scene she had just aided in enacting. She realized, with a fleeting feeling of shame, she had committed an act that a week before would have terrified her with loathing by its very suggestion. Her senses, whipped and goaded during these days by the lecherous Stanley and her sister, who was no more restrained in her lovemaking than he, had now surrendered to the advance of a lustful man! She, Marion Stone, erstwhile flower of innocence, was now cognizant of such emotions that, even though sanctified by a marriage ceremony, were no less carnal in their implication. Married or not, she had succumbed to Herbert’s blandishments with no more compunction than had she been an outright harlot. Suddenly her lifelong training in seemly and chaste conduct manifested itself, and she felt ashamed and humiliated. She stole a glance at the reclining form of her husband and preceptor, hoping vainly that he would be so exhausted that he would have fallen asleep.
She was doomed to disappointment. With a shrinking feeling of despair she saw his eyes open and watch her with rekindled fires of lust. Reaching out, he grasped her shoulders and pulled her to him. Clutching her trembling form in his arms he stroked her milk-white backside and breasts, and eagerly his lips, still humid from their frenzied embrace on her burning crevice, sought her mouth. He murmured passionate and obscene terms of endearment, half-understood because of the double duty his lips performed.
She caught the word “screw,” recognizing it as one of the names for the sex act as revealed to her by her lascivious sister, and feeling that she could not stand another intimate ceremony with Herbert until she had had time to recollect her senses, she made imploring protest.
“Please, Herbert, not now. Oh, spare me for a little while-spare me. I’m not used to such this time. I’ll die!”
“Nonsense,” said the now thoroughly aroused Herbert. “You are not exhausted, nor are you likely to be-that is, from what I alone can do. No man can stand up against the consuming passion of a young and beautiful woman. You will be straining at the leash, so to speak, when my battering ram has curled up and died.”
Marion had opened her mouth to renew her pleasure when suddenly she felt herself being rolled over on her back. Gently but quickly her thighs were forced open and the strong body of her husband thrust itself within this lovely nook, couching itself on her shapely belly. The hardening instrument danced wildly against her genital mound, as if seeking the cavern of its own will, and Marion felt its great length searing her flesh as he strained his body to hers. This time there was no response from the girl. While a few minutes before she had begged him to storm her womb with this frightful weapon, she now was assailed with the fear that it would injure her, tear her open. She had heard that such entrance resulted in bleeding, and she saw herself in a fleeting vision, bleeding to death while the unheeding Herbert battered away with his bludgeon. She struggled ineffectually to escape from his embrace, which only grew stronger with each attempt she made for freedom.
“Oh-please, Herbert-for God’s sake, not now-I’ll-I’ll-I’ll even take it in my mouth again to satisfy you! But please, don’t enter me-the other way-at this time. Let me recover my senses.”
Herbert was unrelenting. Raising himself slightly he seized his throbbing machine with one hand and pushed its head against the moist lips of her vagina. Wet from the delicious agitation of his tongue, the crevice offered but little resistance, so far as its threshold was concerned. And, while Marion’s thighs threshed vainly to dislodge the intruder, the increased pressure of Herbert’s body decreased her ability to move except in a rising and falling motion. This movement did little to repulse the shaft, rather permitting it to embed its red head all the more firmly. Realizing this, Marion sighed with resignation and lay limp, unable to flex her muscles for the dreaded shock of the complete coupling. Excited by his success thus far, and reveling in the feel of the tightly clutched lips around his steaming engine, Herbert braced himself and made the final lunge.
With blind fury he shot the arrow to its mark, feeling it tear its way through the obstructing membrane with a kind of brutal ecstasy. Marion screamed with pain and fainted away. Unheeding her pale bloodless face, and of the lips writhing in pain, Herbert continued his goatish attack until he had spent himself. It was not until he had risen to fetch a towel from the bathroom that he became aware of her condition. Then, trembling with fright, he fell to her side, covered her face with the tenderest of kisses as he pleaded with Marion to open her eyes.
“Oh, my darling Marion, forgive me for being such a beast! I was so carried away by my desire for you that I lost my head. Oh, open your eyes and speak, my darling, and tell me that you forgive me.” Humbled now, by fear and anxiety, he covered her naked thighs with the towel, and, taking the half-conscious Marion in his arms, he implored her to show by some sign that she was not in danger. He stroked her wrists, shook her head gently, and at last, springing to his feet, tore open his handbag and brought forth a bottle of brandy that had been placed there by his thoughtful valet. A few drops of this strong liquor, forced past the girl’s lips, caused her to shudder slightly and open her eyes.
Herbert cried joyously at this evidence of life, and, taking her gently in his arms again, covered the pretty face with loving caresses. “Oh, my sweetheart, I was afraid I’d killed you. You must forgive me-I was temporarily gone mad. I have not stopped wanting you since I saw you clasped against Stan Cochrane’s naked body. You have haunted me since that moment-I could not help it.”
Marion gazed up at him with troubled eyes. She was still numb with fear and pain. The brutal entrance had given her a devastating shock, and forcing her as he had, at a time when she was filled with shame at having so lasciviously embraced his organ with her lips, the experience had given her nothing but pain. Although Herbert had inundated her with his boiling fluid, there had been no like response from her shock-ridden loins.
Herbert seemed to realize this, for he gathered the exhausted girl gently in his arms and laid her on the bed. Then, shamefaced, he placed a damp towel in her hand and went into the bathroom, feeling that Marion would appreciate the chance to attend her wound with no audience. After a safe period of waiting, during which he made his own ablutions, Herbert returned to the bedside. Marion had crawled beneath the covers. She looked up at him, saying nothing, and Herbert, seeing that she was trying to ask for temporary mercy, kissed her softly and told her to go to sleep. He too felt weakened by his two hasty losses, and was not averse to a few hours’ rest. He lay down beside the frightened girl, and. patting her reassuringly, sank into a sound sleep.