"What's it like?"
Chrissy looked at me with her wide, sympathetic eyes and smiled warmly. "Well," she said, "It hurts, but only the first few times, then you get used to it. Sex is kind of like eating ice cream. You know how you get a headache when you eat it really fast but you still really love ice cream? That's how pleasure is. Your body loves it but you get so much of at once it hurts a little, then you learn to like it."
I had been placed with Chrissy so she could mentally prepare me for my first sexual experience. Just two days ago I was living at home with my Mother and Father, going to school to become a nurse. My Mother always encouraged my education, but my Father always pushed me into marriage. He had even gone so far as to bring home potential suitors in the hopes that I would agree, but I always refused. I wish now I would have given one of them a chance.
One night my Father had a gentleman friend over. He was older than any of the men he tried to get me to marry, so I didn't think anything of it. I continued my evening in the bedroom studying until I heard a knock on the door. Unlike many times before when my parents would wait for me to tell them to come in, my Father walked in. "Desiree, I want you to go outside and sit in this gentleman's car." He instructed while refusing to face me. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach, and I knew what they had been discussing as I passed by. My Father had sold me to this stranger. I tried to protest, and as my Mother fought her way by my side she tried her best to comfort and assure me that this stranger was a good man, and would take care of me.
"Desiree, Sweetheart, it's not the end of the world." Chrissy traced her fingers through my hair as tears began rolling down my cheeks. "Just lay there and let him finish inside you. Don't fight it, you'll only end up hurting yourself in the end."
"But why!? Why do I have to let this man inside me? I never wanted this. I never wanted to be a slave."
"This is the reality of our world, Desiree. Men are entitled to our bodies. Be thankful your father or brother did not take that advantage of that right. You're one of the lucky ones. You made it all the way to eighteen before having to spread your legs."
I could sense the frustration in Chrissy's voice as she tried to get me to understand. It's not that I didn't, it's that I couldn't find it in me to accept it. I wasn't "sold" they said, it was a wedding dowry. It wasn't "slavery", they said. It was an arranged marriage. Arranged without my consent, without my wanting. It was just words to mask the real truth which we all knew inside of us, but refused to acknowledge.
I became the fifth wife of Conrad Albterson, a 58-year-old wealthy owner of a liverly stable. Most of his wives were gentle with me, and understood my fear and hesitation. His first wife, Camilla, was cold and unwelcoming. Chrissy, his fourth wife, told me she was like that with all the wives until she got used to them, though she was never wholly friendly. Especially since it seemed he progressively purchased younger women with each new bride. Chrissy was twenty two. Abigail, his third wife, was thirty six. Sandra, the second wife, was forty seven and no one knew Camilla's age.
The door of Chrissy's bedroom opened, Camilla at its entry. She looked down her nose at me before addressing Chrissy. "It's nearly bedtime, i'll be taking the spare room tonight, Chrissy. It's best you get some rest now as we have a lot of work to do in the stables when morning comes."
My chest heaved rapidly with anticipation and I began to hyperventilate. Chrissy held me against her breast and hugged me close to her. "It's okay, I promise." She stood and walked me to the door. Camilla lazily rolled her eyes with a slight huff before closing the door behind us.
As I walked down the hall towards the master bedroom, boards creaking with each step, I continued to weep uncontrollably. "If you want my advice," Camilla said, "I'd dry those eyes before taking Master's bed tonight." A sly grin crept across her face as she knocked on the door we abruptly came to. It was no more than twenty feet from Chrissy's room.
Conrad greeted us with smiles. He was dressed in his night clothing. A pair of cotton pajamas and a robe. "Camilla, Dear, I trust you have the reign for tomorrow while I consummate this marriage tonight?" She reached one arm around his back giving him a sweet hug and a kiss on the cheek without saying word. With her free hand she nudged me into the bedroom as Conrad locked one arm under mine. Their brief goodnight ended with the door shut behind me, alone in the room with a strange man whom I've never met.
By now my eyes have dried, but my body still quaked in fear. He placed both hands on my shoulders forcing me to face him. His callused fingers caressed my cheek before holding my chin with his forefinger and thumb. "You've never felt the embrace of a man, have you?" I nervously agreed and he leaned in to kiss my trembling skin. I winced slightly before he pulled away.
"Take your clothes off." He commanded. I began to sniffle and cry again. Never have I once been completely naked in front of a man, a man about to penetrate me. A man with four other wives. "Don't make this hard, Desiree, I don't want to punish you the night I claim your virginity." He sat on the edge of the bed watching as I lowered my head and slipped my silken gown from my shoulders, falling to my feet.
"Now your underwear."
I was slow with each hook of my bra, "You know, I'm not used to this frigidity." He proclaimed with a sigh. "The last virgin I married was Camilla and our wedding night was just like this. Slow, stalling, taking her time." I said nothing as he continued to speak. "Back then, dowry's weren't as expensive." His thoughts trailed off, another hook undone. "Would you like to know how much your dowry was?" He stood, walking towards me. I kept my eyes to the floor and shook my head no. "A lot, a whole lot, Desiree. I put good money as an investment into you. If I don't regain that investment, well, I'll have no other choice but to wed you off to some other man. I assure you, men do not like used goods, especially frigid...used goods."
He reached behind my back and unhooked the last notch in my bra, sliding it off my arms and casting it aside. My breasts exposed, nipples hard from the nervous chills surging through my body. He knelt down putting his thumbs under the elastic of my panties and pulling them off. Conrad glanced at my freshly shaven mound, something Chrissy said I had to do, and smiled before burying his nose deep between my lips and inhaling deep. I shuddered as his tongue slid between the folds of my pussy, sucking my clit between his lips. I cried out and tried pushing him away before he wrapped his arms around me and pushed me down hard on the bed.
He wrapped my hair around his fist forcing us to lock eyes, "If you want me to be sweet about this, stop resisting." He threw my head back as he leaned up and pulled down his pajama bottoms. His manhood erect with pleasure. He reached forward placing one hand on the back of my head, while his other gripped his cock tight, pressing the head against my lips. I tried turning away, and keeping my mouth closed but I was helpless. My lips parted and I could taste the salty sweat and musk of his throbbing cock. Forcing its way into my mouth. I retched and pushed against his thighs as he forced himself deeper. "This is your duty, Desiree, you need to accept that and get used to it."
Gagging and losing my breath, tears streamed down my cheeks. I panicked with each second gone by until he pulled his wet slobbery cock from my mouth. I gasped for air and coughed between dry heaves. Our eyes met and I tearfully pleaded with him, "Please...". The only thing I could mutter.
