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 PJ 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.