“Just trying to prove how much I love you,” she explained, as she started to undress him from the waist down.   After quickly undressing herself, she took his cold, limp penis into her hands and started stroking it, trying to bring it to life.

“Oh God no, please don’t!” shrieked Paul, crawling up the bed in a bid to escape her caresses.

“Now, now, don’t be silly darling,” cooed Anne-Marie, climbing onto the bed to straddle his hips.   “You just lie back and let me do everything.”

“Oh no, please don’t!” squealed Paul as she started to rub the glans of his limp organ along her moist vulva, hoping to bring him to an erection.

“My, my, this will never do, will it?” asked Anne-Marie as though talking to a naughty child.   Holding her right hand up before her face, she began to suck her index finger obscenely for a moment.   “Guess where this is going?”

Paul stared up at the pointing finger, eyes wide with terror.   “Oh please don’t, not that!   Oh God, please don’t…!”

His pleas turned to a loud shriek of shock and pain as Anne-Marie reached under his buttocks to plunge her finger brutally up into his rectum.

“Oh God!” shrieked Paul.   “Not that!   Pleeeeeease!”   But despite his protests, the finger had the desired effect, bringing him to an immediate erection.

Taking his erection into her left hand, Anne-Marie guided it toward her full-lipped vulva and lowered herself slowly onto it, as though she were lowering herself into a very hot bath.

She squirmed around for a moment to get accustomed to the fullness inside her, then began to thrust herself up and down on top of Paul, screwing him at a furious pace, while “buggering ” him with first just her index finger, then two, and finally three fingers at once, brutally tugging at his anal ring, making the soft tissue bleed deep up inside his rectum.

After Paul ejaculated inside her, Anne-Marie looked at the blood on her fingers in surprise.   “Look darling,” she said, “just like the virgin-blood I bled when you raped me.”

“Anne-Marie, please!” begged Paul.

“But then I forgot…You weren’t a virgin, were you darling?   Your father cracked your cherry for you, when you were only thirteen, didn’t he?”

Startled by the question, Paul looked up at Anne-Marie, who still straddled his hips.   He was frightened by the glassy look in her eyes as she examined her red-streaked fingers.

To Paul’s horror she licked the anal blood off her fingers, slurping obscenely, then, as he began to sob lightly, she said, “Don’t worry darling, we’ll make love a lot after we’re married.”

Paul shrieked from agony as Anne-Marie reached under him to force her three fingers back up into his aching anus.   As she began to abuse him for the second time, he began to whimper loudly and she said, “Don’t worry darling, I won’t ever be afraid of you again!”

THE END