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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. 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.
"Jesus Christ!" she heard him grunt in English, while his fingers ground deeply into her belly, making her
cry out. She felt an increased pressure at her hips, then he was pulling and guiding her onto her knees,
forcing himself up behind her. She didn't resist, but let herself be maneuvered, although the animalistic
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