0 comments/ 267735 views/ 48 favorites Stolen Innocence By: chezshirecat I will never forget the day that black bastard stole the love of my life and, to make matters worse, made sure I'd never be able to forget her betrayal. It happened our sophmore year of college when we were both naive 20-year-olds. I had been dating Jeanie since high school...we had been high school sweethearts, each other's first and only love. I'd finally popped the question before we left for college. Jeanie was going to a private college while I was going to the nearby public university. Since we both wanted to graduate first, we decided to wait to get married, which was even harder because Jeanie had made a vow to save herself for marriage. She refused to let me in her pants no matter how hard I tried, and so we both remained virgins until our wedding night. Looking back I realize I made my first mistake by joining a fraternity on campus. It was one of the more popular ones, and I figured it would be an easy way to score beer and make a few friends to hang out with at games. My roommate and I didn't exactly have a lot in common, since he happened to be gay and was always bringing guys back to our room to screw. One of the close friends I made was Reggie, who was on the school's football team. In fact, he was pretty popular, and hanging out with him upgraded my social standing quite a bit. I spent a lot of time hanging out with other players from the team who were also in our fraternity, and started attending some pretty wild parties. I was a good-looking guy, with dark blonde hair and a good physique, so I almost always ended up making out with some anonymous chick, though I never managed to lose my virginity to any of them. As horny as I was, I also loved Jeanie and didn't want to do anything to hurt her. I looked at it as training, as a good way to practice learning ways to please her. I told myself a lot of things to excuse the behaviour, but I never said No when some pretty thing chatted me up. Jeanie and I finished our freshman years and spent the summer mostly working and sneaking time together whenever we could. I lost contact with Reggie, but that was OK. He lived in another state and supposedly had his own girl back east. But I was glad to see him when school started back up, and we were as tight as ever. Besides, Reggie attracted a lot of girls--he claimed it was because they all craved his black dick, but I figured it was simply because he was big shot football player with a good car. And I got to make out with a lot of those girls whenever Reggie was finished with them, so I wasn't complaining. I don't really know how Jeanie found out about the other girls, but she did. She threatened to call off the engagement and leave me for good, but I swore that nothing other than kissing had gone on, and thank god she believed me. But if I thought I was off the hook, I was wrong. She started spending a lot more time with me, driving the hour between our schools everyday after her classes to hang out with me. At first I didn't mind because I had missed spending time with her, but after a point, I realized she was keeping a close eye on me so I couldn't hang with Reggie and the other guys as much. Reggie kept calling and asking me to do stuff, and I finally had to tell him Jeanie wouldn't let me because she was jealous as hell about what had happened. I expected him to laugh his ass off that I was so whipped, but he was completely cool with it. In fact, he said I could bring her along anytime we did something if I wanted. At first, Jeanie didn't even like Reggie. She seemed nervous around him, and she finally told me he'd tried to hit on her while I left them alone to get some popcorn at the movies. Jeanie was a gorgeous girl, petite with long blonde hair, a pretty face, and best of all, a fit and shapely body. I knew Reggie liked blondes, but he also knew how I felt about Jeanie. I figured she was just trying to get a little revenge by making me jealous, so I didn't put much stock into it. When Reggie invited us to go camping with him and his current girlfriend one weekend, I asked Jeanie, but she was hesitant. "If you don't want to go, I can go by myself. No big deal," I assured her, but she didn't like that idea one bit. "No! We'll both go," she agreed, though she didn't look very happy about it. When we arrived at the campsite, Reggie and I set up a couple of tents while Jeanie chatted with Diana, Reggie's gorgeous date. Diana was a leggy brunette who looked a lot like the actress Angelina Jolie. I had a hard time taking my eyes off her, and Jeanie noticed. When we got a campfire going and all gathered around it to tell stories and eat marshmellows, she sat in silence at my side, seething at me the whole time. She was really pissed when Reggie brought up the subject of sex and revealed that he knew we were both virgins. I laughed it off, especially when Reggie and Diana started promoting the merits of pre-marital sex in graphic detail. Diana ignored Jeanie's furious blush and asked, "So have you at least felt his cock yet? How big is it?" When Jeanie refused to answer, Diana slid her hand down Reggie's chest and gripped his denim-covered crotch. "Not as big as Reggie, I'll bet. Hell, I haven't seen many men as big as Reggie. Trust me, girl, you want to experience a big, black cock at least once before you die. There's nothing like it in the whole world." When the conversation dwindled and Reggie and Diana started getting more and more friendly, Jeanie shifted uncomfortably beside me. Having an audience didn't seem to bother Reggie and Diana though. Soon their deep kissing turned passionate, and Reggie slid his hands under her sweater and shifted so that they were in a better position to grind their sexes together. Leaning over, Jeanie whispered, "We should leave." I wasn't ready to leave yet though, so I shrugged and said, "We don't seem to be bothering them." Jeanie tightened her lips in disapproval but didn't go anywhere. I leaned over and tried to kiss her, but she was too tense to react. It took several minutes of prying to get her to open her mouth so I could slide my tongue inside. I kissed her, feeling hornier than I'd ever felt in my life, but she couldn't relax enough to do any heavy petting like we normally did. Finally, I had to pull back and be content with watching Reggie score. Reggie now had Diana's sweater and bra off and was gobbling up her lush tits with his thick, black lips. The contrast of his black fingers against her white skin was startling, yet arousing like nothing I had ever seen. When he slid down, kissing her stomach, Diana lifted her hips and helped him work her jeans over her hips, shoving her panties down along with them. Reggie feasted his eyes on her hairless pussy before bending and gobbling on her juicy cunt like it were a feast laid out before him and he was a straving man. For several minutes Jeanie and I watched in stunned fascination as he ate Diana out and brought her to orgasm after orgasm. I felt Jeanie keep shifting beside me, and I realized her breathing had increased as if she'd just finished running a mile. Reggie's face was buried in Diana's crotch, his hands on her ass tilting her at an angle for easy access. When Diana's scream of delight pierced the night, Reggie finally reached down and freed his cock. His 10-inch glistening meat sprang out of his pants already hard as a rock. Lifting his face, Reggie slowly lowered Diana's hips until his cock was aimed at the center of her pussy. With one push, he slid inside, and beside me, Jeanie released a gasp and "Oh my god!" "Oh, fuck me!" Diana panted over and over again as Reggie punded his thighs against her ass. After about fifteen minutes of hammering her slow, then fast, Reggie groaned and bucked, gripping Diana's hips tight and pulling her into his crotch as he shot his load deep inside her pussy. They layed there for several minutes, catching their breaths, until finally Reggie glanced over at me and Jeanie and let out a soft laugh. "How's that for sex education, folks?" Diana giggled and sent us both a sultry look. "You really want some sex education? Hmmm. I think I've got an idea. Why don't we switch partners for the night?" My first reaction was "hell, yes!" but before I could say a word, Jeanie protested loudly, "No way! Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to bed...alone," she added with a pointed look at me and then at Reggie. I could tell from her look that I should wait a while before joining her in our tent. Reggie pulled away, sliding his long, limp cock out of Diana's pussy with a pop as he stood up and zipped his jeans. He eyed my tent for a few seconds, looking thoughtful, before saying, "Well, I think I'll follow her example and hit the sack." He leaned over and clapped me on the shoulder, pausing long enough to say, "But if you want to stay up and get a little education from Diana over there, I think she'd be more than willing to cooperate." I looked at Diana, who was still lounging naked as a jaybird by the campfire, cum running out of her stretched pussy, her naughty, naughty lips sending me a come-hither smile, and debated on what to do. Jeanie was only a dozen or so feet away, but I sure as hell was tempted to sink into the promise of Diana's warm, soft pussy. I hadn't even decided whether I was going to cut and run or stay and enjoy the prize when Diana made the decision for me. Standing up, she walked over to me and then sank to her knees in front of my splayed thighs. "Why don't I make it easy on you, cowboy. If she gets mad, you can just say I didn't give you a choice." With skillful hands, Diana reached for my belt and then lowered my zipper, freeing my large cock from its nesting place. "Pretty good for a white guy," she murmured with an appreciative smile. She licked her lips and took my 8-inch dick in her hands, then blew my mind when she leaned over and put my cock into her mouth. I had only let one girl before her give me a blow job because I'd felt so guilty after that one time. Jeanie had always refused, saying it was too dirty but maybe she'd try once we were married. I blew out my breath in little puffs to keep from groaning or screaming in ecstacy and kept my eyes on the fastening of our tent. I hoped like hell Jeanie didn't come out anytime soon. Diana was one hell of a cock sucker, and I was about to blow when she pulled her head away from my crotch and raised herself over me, guiding my prick toward her honeypot with steady hands. I wanted so bad to slide inside a pussy, any pussy at this point, but I knew as soon as I did Jeanie would see. A blow job was a lot easier to forgive, I reasoned, and pushed Diana away before she had a chance to sink onto my throbbing cock. Too late. The feeling of her hand wrapped tight around me was too much, and I began spraying my cum all over her thighs. At that same moment, Jeanie came out of the tent, wearing only the big tee shirt she always slept in, stopping in her tracks when she saw my cock, covered in cum, sliding out from between Diana's thighs, which were also covered in my cum. I saw a tear coming down Jeanie's face and wished I could take it all back. Everything. If I could have undone it all, I would have, but she didn't give me a chance to explain. With a gasp of pain, she took off toward the lake, and I was going to follow, but Reggie came out and told me I'd better give her a chance to cool off. He promised to follow and make sure she was OK though. I couldn't believe it when Diana leaned over and sucked my cock into her mouth again, trying to make me hard. Was she crazy? My fiance, the woman I loved, had just seen us together, and she still wanted more? Damn, what a slut! I was suddenly glad I had a pure, innocent woman like Jeanie in my life. If I had a woman like Diana, I wouldn't be able to trust her with anyone! Freeing myself from her clutches, I pulled up my pants and decided to hell with giving Jeanie time to cool off. We needed to talk...I needed to make her understand. I set off in the direction I'd seen her run and soon heard Reggie's voice trying to calm her. When I came around the corner, I saw her sitting near the lakefront on a log, and Reggie was right beside her, his arm around her shoulder trying to comfort her. He hugged her and was saying it was OK. Jeanie sniffed, wiping away her tears, and I was shocked when Reggie pressed her closer against his side and she didn't protest. I knew he wasn't her favorite person in the world. She must really be mixed up to let him so close to her. I heard a noise to my left--it sounded like growling--so I froze and glanced off into the woods. Damn, I hated nature. None of this would have happened if I'd listened to my home-bound instincts and stayed home. When I looked back, I saw Reggie lean over and kiss Jeanie. I was in such a state of shock that all I could seem to do was watch and hope that Jeanie would slap the crap out of him and tell him to get lost. But she didn't. I watched them kissing passionately for a minute before they both began to slide down to the ground behind the log where I couldn't see them any more. What the hell! I moved closer, wanting to scream and shout and beat the hell out of Reggie for what he was doing, but I had to know if Jeanie would stop him or not. I knew she would. I knew it. But I found a vantage point not even three feet from where they were laying, hidden behind some shrubbery where I could see the top of Reggie's back, though I knew they couldn't see me. I heard something land on the shrubbery beside me and reached for it only to find a pair of panties hanging there. It took me a few seconds to realize that they were Jeanie's. I turned my head to see Jeanie's left foot now propped up on the log. Somehow Reggie's jeans had been pushed down because I saw his naked black ass resting between her parted white thighs. As I raised up I heard Jeanie moan, and when I stood completely to my feet, I saw Reggie fingering her naked breasts--he'd pushed her nightshirt up her chest-- and he was resting between her spread open legs. Shit! He was pushing his cock into Jeanie's tight virgin pussy. I yelled "NO!" but it was too late. Jeanie's eyes widened and she stared right at me as Reggie pushed his thick, black cock into her virgin cunt. I heard Reggie groan and gasp and say "Damn, Teddy, this sure is one tight pussy." I sat there dumbfounded as Reggie slowly wiggled his 10-inch cock in to the hilt and Jeanie gasped in pain, then pleasure, letting out a funny squeal as he speared her. Her thighs jerked, and she clutched at his back. Reggie lifted his head and sucked on Jeanie's quivering lips as he slowly slid out of her cunt and then sank back in again. His black body was covering hers from head to toe as she grunted like an animal in heat. I imagined his long cock was pressing against her cervix and digging into her womb. Her womb! Shit! She wasn't on anything, and I knew Reggie sure as hell wasn't wearing a rubber. But what could I do? He'd already taken her virginity, and quite frankly, Jeanie seemed to be loving what he was doing. Her hands grabbed Reggie's ass and pulled him to her with each thrust he made and her eyes, which were no longer looking at me, had a drugged look to them. Reggie just kept fucking Jeanie, ignoring my presence and lifting his body now and then so I could see their coupling. I could see Reggie's long, black cock slide in and out of my ex-virgin fiance's pussy, and her juices were gushing around the meat with each thrust he made. Reggie kept saying, "Fuck, this is some good pussy," as he pumped in and out of her. Now, the only sound in the forest that night seemed to be the steady rhythm of skin slapping skin as one sweaty body pounded into another. His hips picked up speed, and Jeanie let out a mewling sound as he pounded her like a jackhammer. I watched helpless as Reggie groaned, pulled Jeanie's cunt tight against his crotch and he filled her up with his cum. At the same time, Jeanie squealed and I saw her eyes rolling back into her head in ecstacy. I couldn't believe that Jeanie had allowed Reggie to fuck her and take her precious virginity, and very possibly, knock her up too. They laid there for several minutes, and I was debating what to do when I saw Reggie lift his head from her neck and start kissing her long and deep again. His cock was still buried in her pussy, I saw, and when his hips started humping, up and down, slowly, I couldn't believe it! He'd already cum twice tonight! But it seemed Reggie had plenty of stamina, because he fucked Jeanie one more time before dumping another load of cum in her pussy. I heard him whisper something to her about fucking her ass, and was relieved to see a panicked look come over her as she shook her head vehemently no. "Come on, baby. You'll love it. Why don't you let me...?" he said, teasing her clit with long, black fingers that knew just how to get a woman to say yes. Before I knew it, Jeanie was sending me a defiant look as Reggie rolled her over onto all fours. Damn. He wasn't going to leave me any virgin holes tonight, it seemed. I had no doubt he'd demand a blowjob from this deal too, ruthless bastard. Reggie had worked about a third of his cock up her ass, and Jeanie was groaning in pain, her knuckles white from the strain, when Diana made her appearance. She seemed pleased to find her black lover with his dick shoved up another woman's ass, but seeing Diana there made Jeanie lose her nerve. She squealed in pain and shoved Reggie off, lowering her shirt and running back toward the campsite. I was glad that she heard Diana laugh and turn to me, saying, "I bet now you regret not losing your virginity tonight too." Jeanie paused, looking confused. "But I saw you..." "Oh, that!" Diana scoffed. "You saw your sweet, virgin boyfriend here trying his best to turn down the pussy I offered him. If you'd come out a minute sooner, you would have seen him push me away when I tried to fuck him. Isn't that right, Teddy?" I refused to say a word, knowing I wasn't so sweet and innocent as all that, and shoved Diana's clinging body away. She fell into Reggie, and the two of them had a good laugh, knowing they'd ruined our lives tonight. Jeanie cried the whole way back to town, repeatedly telling me how sorry she was. I don't think she realized she could be pregnant until the next day, and I swear she almost lost it then. I didn't know where we'd go from there. I loved her, but it was hard to get the image of Reggie's cock sliding in her cunt out of my mind. For a few weeks I refused to return her calls until one day I came in and found a message from her on my answering machine. "Please, god, why won't you talk to me? I love you! You've got to talk to me. I'm pregnant!" she finished before breaking down in sobs. I still didn't know what to do until I finally realized how empty my life was without her in it. I'd turned into a virtual recluse, dropping out of the fraternity and ignoring the few friends I had left. Two months after the night at the lake, I called Jeanie and she was so relieved to hear from me, she promised me anything if I came back to her. She told me I could have sex with her, she'd give me a blowjob, anything! It took us a long time to get past that night, and I don't really think we ever have. Sure, she took my virginity on our wedding night, but I always suspected she was never quite satisfied with my cock or my technique. She gave birth to the baby, and he calls me daddy even though it's obvious to everyone that I'm not. We've been married for seven years now, but it just isn't the same. I thought we were happy and were looking forward to the birth of "our" second child, but Reggie sure as hell screwed up my life good, even in that department. Jeanie had the baby today. A little girl. I know I'll love her as my own, but once again, it'll be obvious to everyone she's not. I can only wonder what black cock Jeanie's fucking now because the baby is obviously mixed. There's a guy--Derrick--that works with me. I figure it's probably his, because he's been hanging out at my house a lot lately. There's also a neighbor down the street--TJ--and it could be his. I've caught Jeanie checking him out before, but I never once suspected she was being unfaithful. I guess it doesn't matter whose baby it is because Jeanie obviously expects me to raise it as my own. Why, why, why couldn't it have been mine? Stolen Innocence It had been a long day, starting before sunrise deep in Mexico where Don and Kaitlyn had spent a two week working vacation at a mission project. And now, as dusk settled over the sprawling Dallas Metroplex, the young couple started to really feel their fatigue, deciding it unwise to continue on to their home in central Kansas. Frustrated by their inability to find an affordable motel room on a busy Saturday night, they finally eased their car into the sleazy motel, desperate for a place to rest for the night. Kaitlyn noticed the rough looking black man leering at her as she sat in the car watching her young husband at the sign-in desk. She felt an involuntary shiver run through her tired body as she watched the way he seemed to be sizing her up like one might look over a cow or horse they were thinking about purchasing, but in her innocence she really thought little about it, averting her eyes from his stares. Finally getting somewhat settled in their room, Don decided to run to the store he had noticed nearby to get them something to eat and his young wife decided to take her time alone to try to shower away the two weeks of grime and sweat that seemed to fill every pore of her fine, young body. As she stood under the stinging spray of the shower, lathering her lush, but nearly virginal body, the young blonde felt a deep need flowing through her. After all, spending the last two weeks in a communal camp had taken its toll on her sexual needs. She blushed and felt somewhat guilty about what she was feeling at that moment as her hands roamed over her full, firm breasts, feeling her nipples hardening under her touch. The young, innocent blonde could hardly wait for her husband to return so she could feel his "big" six inch cock filling her, quinching the fires that now raged within her. So caught up was she in her reverie that she was totally unaware of what awaited her on the other side of the closed bathroom door. Finishing her shower, Kaitlyn slipped a pair of white panties and a cotton gown over her refreshed body, wrapping a towel around her long, blonde hair before opening the door to the danger that awaited her. "Wh... what are you doing here?" she gasped, backing up against the door behind her, suddenly feeling a lump in her throat and her heart beating rapidly with her fear. "Get out!" Her mind reeled as the powerful black man she had noticed earlier stood leering at her. His clean shaven head and the big scar that ran down his cheek only served to make him look even more menacing than he had appeared earlier. It took a few seconds for her to realize that he was not alone. Two other dark men stood behind him, their dark eyes smoldering as they eyed their prey hungrily like ravenous wolves. "Hey baby, we were just wanting to ask you the same thing. " the menacing black man laughed. "What do you mean?" Kaitlyn asked, suddenly as confused as she was afraid. "This is my room. " "Well, it may be your room, honey. " he laughed again, enjoying the way she seemed to shrink away as he moved closer to her hot young body. "You see, there's only three kinda white folks who come to this motel. " "I... I have no idea what you mean. " she mumbled, wrapping her slender arms around her breasts, suddenly feeling naked under his stare. "Wellllll... there's white women who come here looking for black dick. " he began, making her cringe as his big hand suddenly ripped the towel from her golden locks, his thick fingers twisting in her damp hair. "Then there are white men who come here looking for some black pussy. " "I can assure you we are neither. " the young blonde replied, trying to pull away from her tormentor, but finding nowhere to go. "Hmmmmm... then you must be the third kind of white folks. " he laughed, his other big hand suddenly reaching out and capturing one of her breasts. "Must be one of those white couples who come here so the white boy can watch his lady get bred by some big black studs. That what you are here for?" "N... Noooooo!" she whimpered, tears of shame and fear filling her eyes as she realized the effect his strong hand was having as it pawed her pliant breastflesh. "We were just tired and wanted a place to stay. Please leave before my husband gets back. Don't let him see me this way. " "Shit baby! He's gonna see a lot more than this. " the dark giant smiled, his partners laughing out loud at his remark. "He gonna watch us breed his sweet little wife. Either that or he is gonna get his ass cut. " Even as these words came from his mouth, he grabbed her arm roughly, pulling her easily toward the nearby bed, tossing her onto it like a ragdoll. Kaitlyn lay there, immobilized by fear as the three men stared at her, quickly removing their clothes, causing her to gasp as three of the largest cocks she had ever seen were exposed to her fearful gaze. She shuddered as she realized that even flaccid all three of them were longer and thicker than her husband's organ. As they undressed, the leader of the evil trio explained to her what was going to happen, one of his partners revealing a huge knife and a roll of duct tape so she would understand the sincerity of their intentions. Resigned to her fate, the innocent blonde lay on the bed, feeling guilty for the way her body was resonding as two pair of huge, dark hands roamed over her body, seeming to be everywhere at once as they explored the awaited treasure under the thin cotton gown, saving the best for later. She cried in shame, tears rolling down her cheeks as she found herself responding, her mouth opening to welcome their exploring tongues as first one, then the other kissed her hungrily, taking her breath away. Her body was totally betraying all of her Christian upbringing, a fire building within her tortured body that she knew would only be quenched by one thing. She tried hard to pray that her young husband would not try anything foolish when he returned. "Wh... what is going on here?" the surprised young husband shouted when he entered the room, his mind trying to comprehend what he was seeing. "What are you doing, Kate?" He felt his knees turn to jelly as he watched his wife hungrily, seemingly willingly returning the kiss of the big, naked black man, writhing on the bed as another stranger roughly fondled her lovemound through her virginal white panties, her long, sexy legs opening and closing around his exploring hand. The shocked husband was so frozen that he never noticed the other man moving behind him, a huge hand suddenly covering his mouth as he felt the cold steel of a knife pressed against his throat. "You just sit down in the chair and don't say shit, white boy!" the rough, menacing voice behind him said. "Sit your ass down there and enjoy the show or I'll cut your fucking throat and you'll miss all the fun. " "Just don't hurt her. " Don said, realizing the futility of his situation, feeling helpless as he slumped in the nearby chair. "Don't hurt her. " "Oh, we're not gonna hurt her, boy. " his captor laughed, methodically using a roll of duct tape to secure the helpless husband to the chair, standing before him and smiling as he slapped a piece of tape over Don's mouth insuring that he would sound no alarm. "Nope, we gonna make this sexy little bitch feel things she ain't never felt in her life. " Satisfied with his handiwork, the giant black stood back, watching his partners pawing at the squirming young white wife on the nearby bed, feeling his own black cock hardening as they suddenly ripped away her gown, exposing one of the most perfect pair of white tits he had ever seen in his young life. each of them suddenly capturing a swollen nipple between their thick lips. "Mmmmmmmmmm... this little pussy gettin' good and wet. She be likin' this stuff. " the dark bald stranger laughed, a thick finger pressing her obviously damp panties between her puffy labia. "Your old man ever eat that sweet thang, honey?" "N... n... nooooooo!" Kaitlyn moaned, her hips rising involuntarily, trying to draw that big hand tighter into her tingling sexflesh. "Please don't do that. It's soooooooooo nasty!" "Sheeeeeeeeiiittttt! Ain't nothin' nasty about that. " he laughed, suddenly ripping the soiled panties down her supple thighs, tearing them from her body. "Pretty little pussy like this just be made for eatin'!" "Nooooooooooooooooo... gaaaaaaaaawwwdddd... nooooooo!" she wailed, almost unable to breathe as his thick lips suddenly covered her exposed sex, his long tongue licking up and down between her moist outer lips, her body jerking as his tongue tip suddenly flicked at her throbbing clit. "Oh my... OHHHHHHMYYYYYGAAAAAAAAWWWWWWDDDD! Please don't. " Totally disregarding her pleas and the tiny hands that tried to push his head away, Eric lapped and sucked at her rapidly lubing cunt, thrilling to how tight the pussy was that grasped at his probing finger. "Damn, this is one tight pussy. " he laughed, smiling over at her helpless husband. "Gonna be great stretching this tight pussy with my big black dick. " Kaitlyn felt so guilty at the way her body was betraying her. She wanted so badly to not feel anything, for all of this to just be over or turn out to be just a bad dream, but there was no denying the feelings that threatened to overwhelm her. Never had anyone kissed her like the dark stranger who kept filling her mouth with his long, velvety tongue while his huge hands mauled her breasts with a touch so rough, so different from the tender touch she was accustomed to and the things that hot mouth was doing to her down below were totally alien, but so exciting to her. She could not believe she could ever feel this way, even the thick finger that probed her now squishy hole was exciting. It felt almost as large as her husband's penis. Already she had had to bite her puffy lips to keep from crying out as a strange sensation poured over her tortured body time after time. Could that feeling be what she had only heard about until now? Could she actually be having one orgasm after another? She was so ashamed, but so helpless to control her carnal desires. "Dayum, this little pussy is ready now. " Eric suddenly announced, smiling down at his captive, his dark face glistening with the juices he had wrung from her hot body. "You ready to see what a real man's dick feels like, little Katie?" "Ohhhhhh... gaaaaaaaawwwddd... noooooooooo!" the innocent young wife pleaded, her eyes widening in fear as they fixed on what had to be a foot of thick, rockhard penis that waved just inches from her sopping sex. "It's soooooo wrong... and you're too big. I won't be able to take it. " "Sure you will, baby. " Eric laughed, suddenly rubbing his bloated cockhead up and down between her soaking labia. "This pussy is so wet and opened up now, I could drive a damn truck up it. " "Ohhhhhhhhh... uuunnnnnggghhhhh... pleeeeeease... STOPPPPPPPPP!" she cried out as he suddenly speared into her waiting hole, stretching her so much that she thought she would pass out from the pain. "Ittttttt's toooooooo big! It hurts. " "It's only gonna hurt for a little while, baby. " he laughed, pushing more and more persistently into her reluctantly yielding flesh, loving the way the walls of her wet vagina wrapped around his throbbing hardness like a velvet glove. "Just gotta open up this little hole a little bit. You're hubby must have one of those tiny whiteboy dicks. " "Pleeeeeeeeaaasssse Stop! I can't do this. " she pleaded, even as she felt the first signs that his words were true, that the pain was slowly changing to the most overwhelming feeling of fulness, rapidly building toward the release of her most powerful orgasm yet. "This is wrong, so wrong. " "Dammit, stuff something in this little bitch's mouth to shut her up. " the black giant ordered, his big hands cupping her lush buttocks, lifting her writhing body so he could penetrate her even deeper. "Tired of hearing her whining and beggin'. The only beggin' I wanta hear is when this little cunt starts beggin'us to give her more black meat. " Moving to please his partner, the other black man grabbed Kaitlyn's blonde hair, twisting her head around and pushing his own throbbing erection into her open mouth before she had time to react. "Suck the big black pacifier, baby. " he laughed, moving her head back and forth on his throbbing monster, chuckling as she gagged when it pushed into her throat. "Do real good and I will give you a tasty, creamy treat. " Kaitlyn was shattered by the strange sensations overpowering her body as the huge tool plundering her now sopping vagina wrenched the first powerful orgasm from her body while the other thick rod pumped in and out of her stuffed mouth. She was shocked to discover her tongue moving around its thickly veined surface, her jaws working, sucking the huge pole, something she had always found so repulsive that she would not even consider doing it for her husband. By the time the cock ravishing her suddenly hungry mouth erupted, choking her with what seemed like gallons of a warm, surprisingly pleasant tasting fluid, the formerly innocent young housewife had been transformed. Her tortured body had been wracked by so many orgasms that she was willingly bucking up against the black stranger, fucking him like a wanton whore. Her debasement was complete. "That's better... much better, baby. " Eric smiled, looking down at the cumstained face and lips of the beautiful young blonde nymph who was now bucking off the bed, fucking him back, stroke for stroke. "This little bitch is lovin' this brown pole now, aren'tcha? You're lovin' havin' that hot pussy fucked by a real man, right bitch?" "Mmmmmmmmm... uuuunnnnngggghhhh... gaaaaawwwddd... yes... yessssssssss!" Kaitlyn cried out in shame, her fingers clawing at his sweaty black buttocks as she humped off the soaked sheet, trying to pull him even deeper into her writhing body. "Soooooooo big and hard... soooooo good!" "Yeah, you are one hot little fuck doll. " he laughed, his huge dark hands mauling her bouncing tits. "Tell me you love it... tell me to fuck you... TELL ME BITCH!" "OHHHHHHHHMYYYYYGAAAAAAWWWDDD... YES... YES... YES! I LOVE IT... IIIIII LOVE ITTTTTTTT!" she cried out, her voice sounding suddenly foreign to her. "FUCK ME... FUCK ME... FUUUUUUCCCCCKKK MEEEEE!" "See man, your little wife been turned on and turned out, white boy. " Eric laughed, smiling smugly at the helpless white man being forced to watch his wife being pleased like he could never hope to please her. "This sweet little fuckdoll is mine now. She'll do anything from now on to get more black dick in her hot little body. " Don tried to scream through his tape-covered lips as he was forced to helplessly watch the debauchment of his previously innocent wife. He was repulsed by the rutting creature he now saw before him, but even further repulsed by the knowledge that his own cock was now throbbing, soaking the front of his pants from his own need for release. "Oh fuck, I gotta cum, baby. " Eric growled, his pumping becoming suddenly more frantic. "Gotta put a black baby in my little fucktoy. " "Ohhhhhh... gawwwwddd... nooooooo... please don't" Kaitlyn cried out, trying to push him away as she realized what he was saying. "Don't shoot it in me... no protection... can't get pregnant. " Her pleas were stifled by his thick, soft lips pressing down on hers even as his jerking cock exploded, pumping what felt like gallons of his potent sperm into her exposed, vulnerable womb. Mercifully, she passed out from the sensations overwhelming her, her sated, ravished body plunged into sweet darkness. To Be Continued... Stolen Innocence Shielding her eyes from the sun, she looks out over the side of the huge ship that has been her home for the last 6 weeks. Her family has decided not to stay in the new world, but to return to the country of their youth. She watches silently as the ship slowly drifts into port, the muscular dock workers scurrying to tie the ropes at the moorings. It was not her desire to return to this land ofold customs. She much rather preferred the Americas. This country seemed so far behind the times now. She had grown used to her modern amenities. "Gabrielle!" Her mother's coarse shout brought her back to herself. "Oh, there you are!" Her mother peered out of the small door leading to the deck from their quarters. "You better come in here, and see to yourself before we debark!" Just past her eighteenth birthday, Gabrielle O'Malley felt like she should have had a choice to remain in New York with her relatives, rather than come back across the ocean to a land that held nothing for her. Sighing to herself, she went back into the small room where her family had spent the voyage home. Looking at herself in the mirror, she pulled a brush through her long blonde curls, seeing a look of resignation in her steel blue eyes. Her ankle length dress was worn and shabby, nothing like the finery she was accustomed to. She would be grateful to get off this ship, even if was to return to her family home. Slowly making her way down the ramp behind her mother and her sister, she was careful to watch her footing on the slippery planks. Just as her feet touched the solid rock of the shipyard, she was jostled roughly from behind. Turning to shout at whoever was so clumsy, she turned her face into a damp cloth. Her body instantly went limp, and she felt herself being lifted, carried, bouncing across strong shoulders. The last thing she heard before she succumbed to the darkness was her mother's incessant wailing. Paralyzed. That is the only word she can think of to describe her current state. She is well aware of her surroundings. She can hear her captors talking, feel the warm bedding beneath her nakedness, smell the oil from the lamps. She hasn't dared open her eyes, not wanting to make them aware of her alertness. "She's exactly what his Majesty asked for, no? The fair hair, the ample breasts, the long sleek legs. . . she's perfect. Only one matter to look into, is she as virginal as she appears?" Gruff voices, Gabbie can only imagine the size of these men who hold her captive. "We must wait for the King and his loyal doctor to make that determination," one of the ruffians says. Gabbie is outraged at the thought of anyone doubting her virtue, but she is even more fearful of the King. Surely they don't mean King Logan. The ruler of this whole land! Her fears are affirmed as someone announces the arrival of his Royal Highness King Logan. Gabbie's heart is pounding, and she fights herself to keep her eyes closed.. "Remove yourselves to the next chamber and I will settle with you shortly!" The voice of the King, telling her captors to leave them in privacy. "Alas, but she is a beauty!" She feels the thin blanket pulled away from her body. She lies there fully naked as she feels a rough finger glide over her cheek, from the corner of her eye to her chin. She flinches involuntarily, and the King grabs her chin roughly between his fingers. "A faker, eh?" He laughs roughly as her eyes open.. "Doctor, carry on with your examination." The doctor moves to the foot of the bed, and grasps her legs just above the knee and gently pulls them apart. He lifts them so her heels are touching the bed and then he gently spreads them, exposing her most private area. No one has ever seen this much of her before. She tries to cover herself with her hands, but the King will have none of it. He grasps her wrists and holds them firmly in his grip. "He'll not hurt you, if you behave," he whispers against her cheek. Tears course down her face and she gasps as she feels warm fingers spread her pink folds. He touches her lightly, running a finger along each lip, and then gently forcing his index finger inside of her warmth. She draws her knees together at this invasion, and he slowly removes his finger. "Aye, she is pure, Your Highness," the doctor makes his findings clear. The King releases her arms, saying "Good, good. I would have hated to have to turn this beauty over to the guards!" And then to her, "Rest now, for in a few hours, you will be meeting your new husband." Terrified, she jumps off of the bed as soon as the door closes behind them, only to find that she is locked in. There is one small window, too high for her to reach, and too narrow for her to fit through even if she could reach it. Succumbing to her fears, she curls up in the corner and cries herself to sleep. She sleeps fitfully for a few hours, waking when the door is opened by a beautiful dark haired woman. She kneels beside her and says "You must cry no longer. Your face will be swollen and red when it comes time to greet your groom." "Im not getting married to anyone!" Gabbie shouts at her. She smiles kindly and says "Poor dear, you have no choice in the matter. Either marriage, or agony and shame until you die." She stands up and pulls Gabbie to her feet. "Now you must allow me to help you make yourself presentable." Guiding her down several long hallways, they come to a beautiful sunken pool, steaming with warm water. "My name is Bethany. I am one of the Queen's servants." "If the King already has a Queen, then he can't marry me too!" Gabbie says. Bethany smiles softly and says, "You are not chosen for the King, but for his oldest son, and heir to the throne, Prince Aerin." This causes Gabrielle to laugh. "Prince Aerin? He can find his own bride! Why does the King kidnap me and force me into a marriage such as this?" "Aerin so far has chosen not to marry, no matter how many perfect matches the Queen and King have arranged for him at the various balls and celebrations." Gabbie laughs again "Well, perhaps then, he's gay!" Looking terrified, Bethany pushes her backwards into the water and jumps in after her. Gabbie comes up gasping for air, and Bethany is immediately beside her in the waist deep water. "You must never say such a thing about the Royal family if you want to live!" Gabbie asks, "Well, what makes them think he will want to marry me? I don't have any royal blood in my veins!" "You were chosen because of your appearance. Aerin has always seemed attracted to fair haired maidens with voluptuous curves. And besides, Aerin is a gentle soul, and his father will be giving him an ultimatum, either he marries you, or you will be given to the guards, and he will kidnap another, and another until Aerin agrees." Silently, she begins to gently scrub Gabbie's skin with a flowery smelling soap. Bethany leads her into another chamber off to the side of the bathing pool and seats her in front of a huge mirror. She slowly combs through her hair until it is dry, then shows her to a closet full of beautiful gowns. "You may wear any of these that you choose." Quietly, Gabbie looks through the vast amount of gowns and decides on a dark blue one with silver trim. Bethany assists her putting it on over her head, and takes her back to the mirror. Gabbie looks stunning in the gown, she must admit, but she is still frightened. She decides that she will go along with this charade long enough to plan an escape. Beside her reflection in the mirror another figure appears. She turns slowly to see the Queen watching her with interest. Gabbie quickly remembers her manners, smiling softly, and curtsies. The Queen is beautiful, even for an older lady. "I want you to know that what you have gone through in the last days is barbaric. I had no idea of it, but we are all powerless to change his mind. Someday, I hope you will grow to be a part of this family, and bring my son great happiness." Gabbie is stunned by the Queen's direct statement against the King, and she says "Your Majesty, I promise to try." The Queen smiles gently and walks toward Gabbie, opening her hand. "Please, wear these tonight. They will go beautifully with that gown. Gabbie looks into the Queen's hand and sees sapphire earrings and a stunning sapphire and diamond necklace. The Queen helps her to put them on, then takes her arm gently and walks her to the door. They walk down several corridors, and down a majestic spiral staircase, into the main room of the castle. Gabbie can hear voices being raised in anger. "It's a travesty, father! I've no desire to wed, especially not to some innocent you've stolen from her family! I'm nearly three decades old, surely I can find my own bride!" "Enough, Aerin!" King Logan's voice booms loudly, "That is my point! You are thirty years old, and not even attempting to produce an heir to the throne! Your brother is married and already has two sons, and he is barely twenty! Have you ever even been with a woman yet?" "Of course I have. Several actually, just none that I wanted to spend the rest of eternity with! And speaking of my brother, let HIM inherit the throne, it makes no difference to me!" The Queen subtly clears her throat, and all eyes in the room turn to her and Gabbie. Momentarily, the Prince looks shocked as their eyes meet for the first time. He approaches her and drops to one knee. "I apologize greatly for the trouble you've gone to, but there's been a great mistake. You may return to your family now." The King shouts, "Aerin! It is not that simple. Either you take this girl as your own, or I give her to the royal guards, and then I present you with another girl. And if you reject that one, I will only find another. It goes until you agree." Aerin stood up to his full height and turned to face his father. In a deathly quiet voice, he grates out, "So be it. I will take this innocent as my bride, but I will never forget that you forced me to. I am ashamed to have been spawned by someone so vile." A collective gasp went out from everyone in the room. The King swiftly backhanded Aerin across the face. He staggered backward, rage in his eyes as he grabbed Gabrielle's hand and led her to his chamber. Gabbie followed silently behind him, hurrying to keep up with his footsteps. As soon as he slammed the door to his chamber, he turned to face her. Noticing the servant standing near, he pulled Gabbie to him, and bent his lips to her ear. "As soon as night falls, I will help you escape," he whispered. She leaned back to look into his eyes and nodded silently. Gabbie noticed the small bruise forming on his cheekbone and walked over to the basin on his dressing table and soaked a small cloth. He was sitting on the side of the bed with his head in his hands as she gently moved his head so she could see the bruise. "They didn't hurt you, did they?" He asked as she pressed the cloth against his skin. She gently shook her head. He flopped back onto the bed and she followed, sitting beside him as his legs dangled off the end of the bed. Again, she pressed the cloth to his heated skin and he closed his eyes. She studied him intently now, noticing the sandy blonde color of his hair, the shape of his full, soft lips. His eyes opened and they were inches apart, she noticed that his eyes, like hers, were a silvery-blue. His skin was very tanned, as though he spent a lot of time out doors. He turned to look at her and spoke in a soft voice, "I don't even know your name." She smiled softly at him and said equally as quiet as he had "It's Gabrielle. Gabbie. Whichever you prefer, your Honor." He sighed, "Please . . . I've never grown accustomed to that. Please, just call me Aerin, and I'll call you Gabrielle. It's a beautiful name. Gabbie is much too plain of a name for such a beauty." She smiled again, nodding. He rolled to his side, carrying her with him, and snuggled her head against his powerful chest. "I can't apologize enough for the terror you must have gone through by my father's guards. I am still having a difficult time acknowledging that my father could have been so desperate for me to wed that he would have caused your family so much grief. Your parents are probably worried sick about you, no?" Gabbie nodded, feeling sorry for her poor mother. Aerin continued, "We'll have you back to them soon." As if on cue, Aerin's chamber door burst open and his father stormed in, followed by three guards. "These guards will stay with you until after the wedding takes place. I heard of your plan to aid in her escape, and let me forewarn you, if you are caught, I will kill her myself. And furthermore, if the sun rises tomorrow and she is still pure, I will take her myself. Prepare yourself, the wedding is in three days!" At that, he directed two of the guards outside onto the balcony, and another to stand watch outside the door. Aerin was trembling with rage, and Gabrielle sat numbly on the edge of the bed. "I won't do it. I will not rape you in order to make my father happy." Gabrielle cried, "But don't you see?! You must do as he says! I would rather lie with you than with him. Please Aerin, don't allow him to be the one who spoils me. I would rather die!" Standing at the foot of the bed, he gathered her gently in his arms. "Shh, sweet Gabrielle. I won't allow him to touch you." "Please, Aerin, let's just do it now so it is over with. Please, Aerin, lie with me now." Gabrielle stood on her tip toes and gently teased his lips with her tongue. He groaned as he lowered her to the bed, gently lying beside her. "Gabrielle, I do not want to hurt you. Please don't ask this of me." "Aerin, if you don't deflower me, he will. And he will not be so gentle." Again, she raised her lips to his and sucked his lower lip between hers. His hands came up and held her shoulders, crushing her to him. She reached behind herself and loosened the strings holding her gown, and then lowered the bodice, exposing her breasts to him. His eyes fixed on her tight, pink nipples and her firm, creamy breasts. He groaned as he lowered his head and kissed her fully, tongue delving deeply into her mouth as his hands found her breasts. Squeezing them gently and rolling the nipple between his fingers, she gasped out loud at the new sensations coursing through her body. Her fingers flew to the strings at the throat of his shirt and untied them with blinding haste. He helped her get the shirt over his head, and her fingers softly brushed over the fine, downy hair on his chest. His shoulders were wide and muscular, his chest perfectly formed with just a smattering of light golden hair that tapered down to his trim waist and below into the waistband of his breeches. Lying on their sides, facing each other, she traced a single finger delicately down the trail of hair. He caught her hand just as she reached the waistband. Bringing her fingers to his lips, he gently bit them saying, "Let's not hurry. We have all night, and I want to get to know the wonders of your body, and teach you the wonders of mine." He softly kissed her on the lips as he worked the dress and her underthings down over her feet and off the bed. He stood then, looking down at her naked form, admiring her body, and she sat up, and gently went to work on his breeches. At once she had them undone, and he slowly peeled them down over his hips, revealing himself to her. He watched her reaction as his coarse golden pubic hair came into sight, and then lower, as his manhood sprung out, standing proudly erect. Her eyes widened in alarm, and she said, "Surely, you're too large to fit!" He smiled at her naivete and gently pushed her down on the bed, as he laid beside her. "No, my Princess, it will fit, in due time. It will not be comfortable at first, but I promise, you will begin to enjoy it." Gabrielle clearly didn't believe him, but the alternative was far more frightening, so she allowed him to take her in his arms again and kiss her. He started by gently kissing her neck as his fingers toyed with her nipples again. He slowly worked his lips and tongue down to her collarbone, kissing softly. His fingers were lazily tracing circles around her navel, slightly tickling her, but distracting her just long enough for him to take a nipple between his lips. She gasped in shock as his lips closed over it and his tongue flicked across the sensitive tip. She cried out softly as his warm fingertips ruffled through her downy pubic hair. She had never felt so many things at once. He wrapped one strong arm around her as his other hand parted her wetness. He kissed her firmly on the mouth as he gently invaded her with one finger. She moaned loudly as he slowly worked it in and out of her. "Ah, my princess, you are tight. It will feel so good to enter you." With that, he added another finger and pushed them deep inside of her. His lips had worked their way down to her navel, and his tongue was delving in and out. Her fingers were in his hair, twisting, pulling as she panted. Finally his mouth was nuzzling her pubic hair and her hips were lifting off the bed. He slowly licked one side of her wetness, then the other, carefully avoiding the tiny bud that stood out, begging for attention. His fingers worked in and out of her, to the rhythm set by her hips. Just as he sensed she was close to the edge, he lowered his mouth onto her clit and sucked gently. She screamed his name as she went over the edge, the sensation of his fingers and his mouth being too much. She felt as though she were falling, grasping for him. He held her tightly around the hips, his mouth never leaving her center until she slowed bucking her hips. She was trembling, and he joined her on the bed, lying beside her, holding her as she cried. Kissing her face and hair softly until she quieted. She turned her face up to him and he kissed her softly, allowing her to taste her essence in his mouth and on his tongue. She sucked greedily at it, enjoying the subtle flavor of her orgasm. He removed himself from her arms and knelt beside her on the bed. She gazed up at him and he smiled, "Don't be afraid, my Princess. Here, just touch it." With that, he wrapped her small fingers around his manhood. It was too wide for her to fingers to go completely around it. He settled back on the bed, allowing her to explore his body. She squeezed a little more firmly, and he groaned. "Did I hurt you?" She asked, looking worried. "No, but you're going to drive me mad with your innocence!" He laughed and kissed her firmly on the mouth as his hand closed over hers and showed her how to pleasure him. He was groaning with every pass of her hand now when she asked, "May I put my mouth on it, like you did for me?" He thought he would go insane with her shyness, in answer, he gently put his hand on the back of her head and guided her lower. She opened her mouth and took in just the swollen head, slowly tracing circles around it with her moist tongue. He unwillingly thrust against her, and she took about half of him into her mouth. It was out of his control now, and she quickly grew accustomed to the girth and the heat in her mouth, taking more and more of him in. He panted and groaned with every thrust, trying to be gentle with her, not wanting to terrify her. Her small hand found his heavy scrotum and softly squeezed and massaged it between her fingers. Saliva and pre-cum was dripping down over his sack and she traced her fingers through it, and lower to his sensitive anus. She felt his body jerk as she softly rubbed her tiny finger around the opening, and he moaned loudly. "Princess, I'm so . . . ." She traced back up to his balls again getting her finger slick with juices and gently found his opening again, this time she pushed gently inside of him. His hips lifted off the bed and he shouted incoherently as he filled her mouth with thick creamy cum. She kept her mouth on him until he calmed, cum dripping out around the corners of her lips. She carefully removed her finger from inside of him, and he shuddered. Softly releasing him from her mouth, she moved up beside him on the bed. He lay there, panting and smiling. Stolen Innocence "I was trying to warn you what to expect with my release, but you didn't give me time to speak!" He said, laughing. "Did I do something wrong?" She asked, worried. "No! It was amazing! Your lips around me, your tongue working it's magic, and My God, your fingers! I cannot describe the feelings!" She smiled as she snuggled into his chest. They drifted off into a peaceful sleep as the sun went down over the kingdom. Later on, in the wee hours of the morning, he awoke to find her asleep by his side. He hugged her close to him, feeling her breasts pressed to his chest. He kissed her softly as she began to awaken. She looked into his eyes, and he whispered, "Don't be afraid. I'll be as gentle as I can." She smiled at him and nodded . "I know you do not wish to cause me pain, Aerin. I feel like I have known you for all my years, and I wish only for you to be satisfied with me." "You worry needlessly. If I was to never know any woman again, I could die a happy man with the knowledge I have of you, my sweet Gabrielle." With that he kissed her deeply, feeling her body relax into his. He softly toyed with her breasts until she was breathless with need. "Please, Aerin . . ." His hand traveled to her heated center, to make sure she was slippery enough, and he rolled on top of her. He spread her legs gently as he laid between them, his manhood touching her heat. He leaned down and kissed her deeply, as he raised his hips, guiding his engorged member to her entrance. He slowly pushed forward, feeling her stretch around him, until he could go no further without taking her completely. "I promise, my beautiful Princess, that I will never hurt you again . . ." as he thrust forward quickly, tearing her maidenhead. She screamed in pain and her legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. "Don't move, Gabbie, don't move. . . just hold still until I gain control of myself . . ." He could feel his seed pulsating to be released, and one tiny movement from her hips would send him to Heaven. He laid there, buried deep inside her core until his breathing slowed. She felt so full, the pain already subsiding as his hard cock began to thrust slowly in and out of her, bit by bit. She moaned as her hips found his rhythm, their bodies moving as one. She kissed him then, softly, deliberately, letting him know that she accepted him as her lover. He kissed her back with a passion as yet unknown to him, feeling their souls touch. His rhythm speeded up, pushing into her completely. The pain was all but gone now as she surrendered her body to his skillful lovemaking. He changed the angle of his thrust and she gripped him with her legs, her hands squeezing his shoulders, as she felt the beginnings of her climax. She sucked in a deep breath and every muscle in her body tensed as she screamed his name, digging her fingers into his back as she orgasmed. It was the most powerful force she had ever felt, and it dragged him along in it's wake. The grip of her tight, wet cunt on his cock as she spasmed, milked him erotically and he shuddered violently as he poured his seed deep into her. She held him tightly as he grunted and moaned. Their breathing slowed together as they slowly drifted back to reality. He kissed her sweetly and asked "Was it bad?" She smiled and said, "I barely remember the pain." He went to the door and told the guard they were going to the bathing pool. He wrapped her in the blanket from the bed and carried her through the castle and deposited her on the side of the small pool. The guard followed, turning his back to give them privacy. Aerin washed her from head to toe, inspecting the damage he had done to her. She had bled a small amount and he cleaned it off her thighs, along with a large amount of his seed. She then returned the favour and washed him, seeing the marks her fingernails had left across his shoulderblades. They dried each other carefully, and then walked back to his room. The servant had changed the bedcovers, and Aerin laid her gently down in the center of the bed. He gathered her in his arms, kissing her gently on the temple. They drifted off to sleep, holding each other, anxious about the following day. They were awakened by the door bursting open again. King Logan, looking furious, stood at the foot of their bed. “Well?!” He bellowed, looking to the guards. They nodded silently, affirming that she was no longer a virgin. His face broke into a smile and he said “Wonderful! I hoped you would come to your senses.” Aerin surprised them all by announcing that he wanted the wedding to proceed quickly, that evening if possible. The King promised that it would be tomorrow at the very latest, and left to make arrangements. Gabrielle looked questioningly at Aerin, and he smiled. “Trust me.” She had complete faith in him, knowing that she never wanted to leave his side. “I have a few arrangements to make myself,” he said, as he got out of bed and pulled on his clothes. The rest of the day passed in a blur, the King came to announce that the wedding would be the following morning. Aerin came back a few hours later, excited and happy. “My love, I have planned the perfect honeymoon.” Gabrielle smiled at him, sadly. He saw the sorrow in her eyes, and once again took her in his arms and murmured the words, “Trust me.” He led her to the bed, lying her down gently and making love to her thoroughly until she didn’t care what the next day held. “Gabrielle.” Quietly, breaking through her consciousness. “Gabrielle, wake up, my love.” Awareness dawning on her, she opens her eyes, reaching for him. He kisses her quickly. “Get up, Princess, and put these clothes on.” She’s almost fully awake now, and she looks at the clothes he has arranged on the bed. Breeches, a white shirt and a long overcoat. She looks at him questioningly. “I know how confused you must be, but hurry, get dressed, we’ll talk on the way.” She dresses quickly, then follows him out onto the balcony. He shows her how to get safely to the ground below, and then he follows. They run silently through the courtyard, to the stables where the stable boy and the Queen await them. The Queen kisses her son saying “Stay safe, my son, and may you find every happiness you deserve!” And then to Gabrielle, “I’ve never seen him so happy, or so sure of himself. Be true to him, and he will be a good husband to you.” Aerin helps her up onto a huge black horse, pulling himself up behind her, and quickly spurring the horse into a slow trot. As they reach the gates to the castle, he looks back, silently bidding farewell to his home. He then turns and gallops away, heading for the docks and their freedom across the sea.