Chapter 3
Saturday passed in a whirlwind of activity for Sally. The wedding
rehearsal was scheduled for four-thirty in the afternoon; it was to be
followed by a dinner for the bridesmaids and ushers. She felt awkward
when she met Dick at the church that afternoon; she had planned to
apologize to him, to hold him and have him hold her. Yet, the second
she saw him, an unwanted thought boiled up in her mind: He is going to
hurt me tomorrow night ... I know it!
Dick, however, surprised her by apologizing for his short behaviour
the night before. He seemed somehow different today -- more relaxed and
at ease. Abruptly, Sue felt all her doubts dissipating. He was to be
her husband; he would protect her. He would never knowingly hurt her.
And so the rehearsal passed, and Sue was in a glow of happiness as
she sat holding hands with him during the prewedding dinner, listening
to the idle gossip and chatter of the other couples. When he kissed her
goodnight at the front door, it was almost midnight. She responded
warmly to him. "This will be the last time," Sue said softly, her voice
full of love.
"The last time what?"
"The last time you'll have to say 'goodnight' like this." She knew
her face was aflame as she said, boldly, "Tomorrow night you can whisper
it before we go to sleep."
Then she was inside the house. The spell was broken immediately.
Aunt Margaret, her mother's sister, was talking loudly in the front
room. Her strident voice cut through the hallways like a runaway robot
harvester cutting down everything in front of it. "I still say Sue
should have had a surgeon inject a local anesthesia and then have the
doctor cut her hymen. And maybe he could prescribe some sort of
suppository she could insert each time before, which would deaden the
pain. Why should she suffer needlessly?"
Mrs. Ogden's whining voice came. "Oh, I tried to talk to her -- to
explain the disgusting thing that is going to happen ... but she just
sat there with a look on her face that said, 'Maybe it'll be different
with me, Mother.' I just don't know what else to say to her; I don't
want my only daughter to be hurt -- to be degraded by some ... some ..."
Her emotions obviously were getting the better of her.
There was a short pause before Aunt Margaret said, "Did you ever
think ... that Sue might not be a virgin still?"
"Margaret! What a horrid thing to say!"
"Well?"
"Of course she is. I'm positive she hasn't cheapened herself that
way."
There was another moment's silence, then Margaret said musingly,
"Yes ... I suppose you're right. She couldn't hide that from you. She
would have been in pain for days when it happened. You would have
known."
She could listen to no more. Why, oh why! did everyone have to
conspire to ruin the most beautiful moment of her life, she thought.
Why? Her Mother and Aunt Margaret quibbling over her virginity --
discussing it as though Sue were some animal to be trained or doctored.
Wasn't this something between her and Dick? Was it anyone's business
but hers? She fought the impulse to run in and shout at them, fought
another impulse to run up the stairs. Instead, she forced herself to
tip-toe quietly up to her bedroom. There, hanging on the closet door
like some ghostly figure mocking her, was her bridal gown and veil. Sue
reached out one trembling hand to the nylon mesh. She shuddered at the
feel of it. Maybe, she thought in sudden dismay, I should call the
whole thing off while there's still time. But she knew that it was
already too late.
When she heard Aunt Margaret and her mother's querulous voice in
the hall forty minutes later, she pretended as if she were asleep. Her
door opened and the two women whispered in the darkness. Her mother
said, "She must have come in while we were in the kitchen and not wanted
to bother us."
Sue felt someone standing next to the bed. Then Aunt Margaret's
soft voice said, "Look at her ... the poor child. Sleeping so
innocently. For the last time."
Her mother's sniffle was the only answer.
That night was spent with Sue's body as rigid as a railroad tie.
She tried to sleep, but it was an impossible task. When she glanced at
the luminous hand of her watch, it was three o'clock, and she thought:
Only twelve hours more.
When dawn finally came, Sue was slumped dejectedly in a chair in
front of the window, and was thinking that she still had nine hours in
which to extricate herself from the trap of marriage. Sounds began in
the kitchen a short time later as her mother and Aunt Margaret began the
day's activities.
Breakfast -- unwanted and tasteless -- followed a shower, then Mary
Corona arrived to do Sue's hair. Sue woodenly answered everyone's
questions and made light conversation with the hairdresser. And during
it all, she was thinking: Still three hours to call it off.
Then, with a flourish, Mrs. Martini arrived to assist with the
wedding gown; she was followed moments later by the first two
bridesmaids.
And, abruptly, all of the sands had run out. It was time! Sue had
absolutely no cognizance of being taken to the church; in many respects
it was like a condemned man spending his last hours before taking that
long last walk.
She heard organ music. She was walking -- because someone had told
her to begin walking and had nudged her. She saw a sea of smiling
faces. She saw Dick's face, strained and smiling at her from the altar.
She saw the bridesmaids in front of her scatter out like brilliantly
colored petals of flowers unfolding.
A face: the minister? "Do you accept this man ..."
Her nod and voice from a million miles off, "I do ..."
"Do you accept this woman ..."
And Dick's voice -- hoarse -- answering ...
"I now pronounce you ..." The strident roar of the organ, the
brilliant blindness of the sunlight outside the chapel ... the flash of
the photographer's camera. The sting of thrown rice ... the shouted
congratulations and, from a couple of the junior high school kids who
had been invited, "You'll be sorr-eeee." The reception line -- a never-
ending line of faces and kisses and mouths uttering words she couldn't
comprehend. The cutting of the cake. Everything all blur. Then Mrs.
Martini again -- removing her gown -- helping her dress in a new tweed
suit for travelling. A corsage being pinned to her coat.
Then Dick again ... meeting her in the hallway of the second floor
outside her bedrooms ... holding her. A shout as the reception guests
saw them. A mad dash down the front stairs to Dick's car all painted
with signs. The car door slamming. People shouting gleefully. The
sound of Dick's car starting, the screech of his tires as he attempted
to elude the jokers who wanted to follow with horns blaring.
And the last -- the very last -- view of her house. Mother, and
Aunt Margaret ... like two dark accusing angels of doom, standing there
silently -- not waving ... merely watching as the car drove off ... an
expression of grief on her mother's face ...
She began weeping.
Dick patted her hand. "Okay?" he asked solicitously.
"Yes," she lied, through a muffled handkerchief, "I'm just happy."
"This time tomorrow, we'll be in Ireland. And tomorrow night we'll
be at the castle."
So full of dread was Sue at the thought of this first night
stretching in front of her that she didn't respond to his excitement.
"Just think of it," he continued eagerly. "Two weeks of doing
nothing but lying in the sun and swimming all day and making loving all
night."
"Yes, darling. It will be lots of fun," she said, not believing
her own statement. The fright was beginning to boil up in her again.
Sue became more tense -- more silent -- with each passing mile as
they drew closer to the international airport hotel where they would
stay tonight prior to boarding the plane early tomorrow morning. She
tried to purge her mother's voice from her mind, but it came creeping
back like a freezing bone--numbing fog. "Dear God," she prayed
silently, "don't let me be like mother and Aunt Margaret. Don't make it
repulsive or painful ..." The dread, however, continued to raise in her.
She was close to tears when they checked into the motel. The manager
almost seemed to smirk at her when he led the way to their suite.
Inside, there was a bottle of champagne on ice -- courtesy of the owner
-- and inscribed, "To the honeymooners".
Almost frantic now with fear and nervousness, Sue pressed the
manager to stay for a "toast." She didn't want to be left alone with
Dick.
The manager merely smiled and said, "Oh, no! The champagne is just
for the two of you lovebirds. Congratulations to you both. Have a
goodnight."
The door clicked behind him, and the nightmare began. Dick tried
to take her in his arms, but She reflexively put both hands against his
chest and pushed back. "What's wrong?" he asked genuinely perplexed.
"Nothing," she lied. "Just a splitting headache ... I'll take an
aspirin and be all right in a little while. Maybe you should take a
shower?"
He looked concerned. "Is there anything I can do?"
"No. It'll go away. Take a shower."
Dick grinned in mistaken understanding. "Ah ... I bet I know. You
want to get rid of me while you change your clothes ... and get into
something more ... ah ... comfortable." He wriggled his eyebrows.
Sue anxiously seized the remark. "Yes! yes, darling!"
"All right. One shower coming up." Dick laughed and took off his
coat. He opened the suitcase and brought out a new pair of blue silk
pajamas. He held them up for her inspection. "Pretty sexy, eh? Just
wait until you see them on me." He kissed her passionately, then
disappeared into the bathroom. A moment later, she heard the water
being run and his voice raised in song.
Quickly, she removed her clothes and slipped into the white
peignoir purchased for the honeymoon. She caught a glimpse of herself
in the mirror, and she blushed in shame. When she had tried the
negligee on in the store she had been wearing panties under it. Now,
however, it clearly showed the small dark triangle of her pubic hair and
the brown nipples of her breasts. She opened the bed, climbed in, and
pulled the covers up around her throat. Two minutes later Dick,
somewhat flustered, came out of the bathroom. The reason for his
chagrin was plainly evident; the front of his p.j. bottom bulged out as
though he had a huge banana protruding from between his legs.
"It must be something they put in the soap," he said, making a
feeble joke.
Sue did not laugh; she cringed deeper into the bed. Although she
had felt his penis through his trousers before and although he had
touched her with it before, never -- not in her wildest imaginations --
had she conceived it was as big as it seemed to be. Through the pajamas
it appeared to be at least twice as large as Petey's had been.
Now she knew what her mother had been trying to say; no woman's
body could safely take that huge bulging staff. It would split her
apart like a Parker House roll. She whimpered when Dick came alongside
the bed. That ... that thing was only inches away from her head as he
turned out the light. Then she felt the covers being pulled back and
Dick's body and his huge male organ of destruction pressing against her
side. Without preliminaries, he kissed her -- possessively at first and
then with rapidly increasing passion. She responded only perfunctorily
when he tried to shove his tongue down her throat.
Dick drew back from her. He leaned over on one elbow, "What's
wrong, darling?" he asked.
"Nothing," the word was said so softly it was almost inaudible as
she lay there transfixed with fright.
"Are you nervous?"
She leapt at the remark as though it were a life ring. Perhaps if
she admitted to it, he would leave her alone tonight. So she said, "Yes
... terribly nervous."
Dick laughed. "Well, then. We'll just have to take care of that
nervousness. I've got just the thing to remove nervous strain. Leave
everything to me." He kissed her neck and his hot wet tongue traced a
design down to the top of her gown. She felt his hands pull down the
straps of her gown, then he began caressing her bare breasts. She felt
nothing except the fearing pounding within her heart. He bent forward
and glued his lips to the left breast, and his teeth playfully bit and
teased the nipple. Soon his hands moved like conquerors across her taut
belly and sought the hem of her gown. He pulled it up so her loins were
naked and open to him. Slowly, using his middle finger, he began moving
it between her thighs and up and down across the length of her vaginal
lips. There was none of the excitement she had felt the night at the
beach ... none of the beauty and none of the fire. Only numbness -- a
deadening absence of sensation. Sue quivered in fright, and Dick took
the motion to mean that she was shivering in excitement. "Like that,"
he asked, not waiting for an answer. He tweaked her clitoris. She felt
nothing, could feel nothing. It was as though her body now was
elsewhere. Her husband was fondling a wax statue.
Then Dick suddenly rose up in bed. She felt him struggling with
his pajamas. He removed his top ... then kicked the bottoms out of bed
where they lay in a heap on the floor. When he stretched out full-
length beside her, she could feel the hair on his chest against her bare
shoulder, his hairy legs against her smooth ones, and ... and that
thing! which seemed hotter and larger than ever.
She was absolutely cold with terror when Dick gently spread her
legs apart. Then he swung his legs over her thigh and put his knee
between her legs. A moment later he was hovering over her and kneeling
between her legs. Sue lay there, close to panic, trembling with a fear
that Dick mistakenly accepted as desire.
She felt him fumbling for a moment, then the head of his hardened
penis was pressing against the still dry lips of her vagina. When he
touched her with it, it was as if someone had stuck a soldering iron
against her bare unprotected skin.
"Don't hurt me, Dick ... please. Oh, God ... don't hurt me," she
whimpered, trying to press herself into the mattress.
Dick was breathing heavily and he did not answer. He still reacted
in a gentle fashion, however. He slowly pushed forward, spreading the
sparse young pubic hair and the head of his cock slipped into the
virginal portals of her vagina. She winced, "You're hurting me."
He moved the head of his prick in and out between the red full lips
of her vagina; he did not seek to penetrate, merely to lubricate it. In
spite of all her fear, Sue could feel a moistness beginning down there
as her body responded automatically. Perhaps, she thought, it will be
all right, after all.
Then, he began to really hurt her when he attempted to push it in
even further between her thighs. "No ... Dick ... Stop!" Dick stopped.
And she repeated, "You're hurting me."
It was then he said it. She heard it and interpreted it as a
confirmation of everything her mother had tried to warn her about. He
said, "It always hurts a little the first couple of times."
"No, then. I don't want to do it!" she whimpered.
"Yes, you do," he insisted, and pressed his now heavily throbbing
cock in a bit further.
"No ... please." She felt as though he were already ripping her
apart and he had only the head in -- what would happen when he tried to
insert the other seven inches?
Suddenly, Dick made one hard long thrusting motion. "Gaaaaghhh,"
she screamed. His hips fell heavily between her wide-spread thighs, and
she was pinned like a helpless butterfly to the bed.
"No ... God! No," she cried aloud. "Help me ..." The words simply
goaded Dick on to almost a maniacal frenzy. He shoved his pelvis hard
into her squirming defenseless crotch ... seeking to reach that soft
yielding belly that had been denied to him for over a year. She was
squealing like a stuck pig as his cock reached the hymen and ripped
through it like tissue paper touched with a glowing red poker. She
splayed her legs out widely in the air in an effort to spread her cunt
even wider -- seeking to ease the agony ... but it was hopeless. The
cruel impalement was killing her, and he still did not have it all the
way in. Down, down, down, ever deeper his rampaging cock ripped until
she could feel the agonizing head of it finally coming to rest buried
all the way to what seemed to be her navel. His rigid fleshy column was
there only a second; he didn't even give her a chance to adjust to it.
His motions -- back and forth -- became a wild demented thing. He
pulled out, slammed it in -- seemingly attempting to drive it ever
deeper into her tortured pain-filled belly. Finally -- and it seemed an
eternity, although it couldn't have been more than a minute or two
later, she felt his prick begin to throb as the hot eager cum spurted
from him and flooded her virginal womb.
All in all, he came three more times before he finally pulled his
penis from her vagina, before he stopped violating her body and went to
sleep. Each time he had grunted and groaned out his climax and she had
felt it spurting inside her, it was more painful, more disgusting than
the first. Sue wept silently. Her vagina was a throbbing nest of
agony, and her silent desperate screams echoed through her mind and she
saw her mother's tightly pressed lips saying, "See ... I tried to tell
you."
At dawn the phone rang. Sue, who had not slept, wearily reached
over to the bedside table and answered. The hotel switchboard operator
cheerfully sang, "Good morning. It's five-thirty."
"Thank you," Sue said, without feeling.
Beside her, Dick stirred and groaned. "Whasszit?" he mumbled.
"Five-thirty," Sue answered. "The airport limousine leaves at
seven. I'll take my shower first, if you like."
Dick cocked one eye at her and made a sleepy effort to grin lewdly.
"Why don't we both shower together?"
"No ..." she shook her head. "No."
He shrugged. "Okay, you take yours first." He rolled over on his
side and was asleep again before she could answer.
Sue got out of bed, wincing at the painful tenderness in her
abdomen. Her belly actually felt as if someone had repeatedly kicked
her there. She felt as if she had been cut open in the crotch, as if a
stripped corncob had been shoved in there. When she looked down at the
sheet, she saw it was matted over a large area with brown blood and
dried semen. Wide-eyed in horror, and with the room swirling around
her, she gazed at her new peignoir. There was blood and sperm all over
it -- front, back, hemline and bodice. She ran for the bathroom, put
her head into the toilet bowl, and vomited. When she took off her gown
later, she had blood and semen all over her legs and in her pubic hair
and on her stomach and buttocks. It looked as though she had been
wallowing in a slaughterhouse trough.
She used almost an entire bar of soap cleaning herself, but it did
no good. She still felt dirty ... degraded.
When she got out of the shower and began towelling herself, she
noticed that the blood had begun, to seep again from her injured womb.
