[Runesmith]

"It was my first time, but it was not how I had imagined it would happen," continued Rachel pensively. "It was no fairy tale, but it was in a palace, and I gave my virginity to a prince, at least... How many girls could say that, right?"

The engorged head of the prince's cock had pressed hard against her unused entrance. In the end, the dab of saliva the woman had gifted her with hadn't helped much. All it had done had been to make the cock slip off and go sliding over her clit, making her gasp from the unaccustomed sensation. The prince had tried again, but the tightness of her 15 year old virgin entrance still resisted his invasion. The woman had then put her hands behind Rachel's knees and bent her legs at the hips, pulling the knees almost to Rachel's shoulders, making her lower lips blossom open to accept the old man's cock. Her virgin hole was revealed to the prince's gaze, protected only by a thin, pinkish white curtain of tissue with a small opening in the middle that was only meant to let her menses flow out and definitely not big enough to allow in a ravaging cock. The prince's third attempt was a resounding success.

The prince had positioned his cock again at the entrance to her virgin hole and pushed in hard with a grunt. Rachel had felt herself being stretched open by something that felt gigantic, which at first felt uncomfortable, but not painful. Then the thing invading her stopped for a moment, and she had felt it pushing against something in her body, and then the pain began to start. It felt like someone was pinching the sensitive skin inside her and twisting it hard. She had bitten her lip and mewled, but neither the woman nor the old man had paid any heed. The pinching sensation intensified, until suddenly a sharp tearing pain ripped through her, followed immediately by the very uncomfortable feeling of being stretched and filled with something hard and huge deep inside her. Rachel's yell of pain and surprise only brought a smile to the face of the old man who had just taken the virginity that she had been preserving for marriage.

With pushes and grunts, the man had shoved himself further and further in to her, ignoring the young girl's sobs. Her pitiful entreaties born out of pain and fear - "please Sir... please... stop... it-it hurts" - had not been not deemed worthy of royal mercy. With each push, Rachel had felt the massive thing inside her moving further up than she had ever thought possible, creating pressure against her bladder, and giving the impression of organs moving inside her abdomen to make space. With each thrust of the old man's hips, she had expected that he would rip her open inside. With the woman holding her legs spread open, Rachel had been helpless to prevent the relentless invasion, and her hands pushing against the man's chest had not had any effect on the assault. The intrusion had continued until she could feel his balls resting on the space between her pussy and anus. When he finally stopped pushing himself inside her, she felt a feeling of relief washing over her, even through the dull pain in her lower abdomen due to the massive thing thrust inside her, that felt somewhat like period pain in between spasms.

That relief had faded when the man grunted again and started pulling himself out. Pain had flared up at her ruptured hymen as if someone was dragging a finger across a wound, and feeling of the huge lump inside her moving out seemed just as uncomfortable as it was when it pushed itself in. The man had slowly pulled himself almost out of her, before he rapidly and brutally thrust it back all the way in. Rachel's yelp of pain was probably audible to the guard standing outside the door.

The old man had repeated the rhythm, pulling slowly out and then thrusting brutally in to his possession, with no regard to her cries of pain, begging, or sobbing. As her body slowly adjusted to this new and unfamiliar form of abuse, the pain slowly gave way to a mild, not too intolerable discomfort. When the woman let go of her knees, Rachel had dutifully held the position, letting the prince use his new, young, and freshly deflowered toy in the way he wished. When the woman had slipped her hand between them and started massaging Rachel's pubic mound in-between the thrusts, the discomfort faded away completely, and a warm, pleasurable sensation began to spread from her loins upwards. It was at that point that the old man had suddenly grunted and thrust savagely in to her, keeping his cock buried deep inside her.

Rachel had felt a strange, warm sensation flowing inside her as the man held his position. When he finally pulled his cock out of her, it hadn't felt that big or hard anymore, and it had been coated in some icky pinkish and clear slime-like substance that trailed viscous strings from her opening. Rachel had immediately felt embarrassed, thinking that she was having a discharge, before it struck her what it really was - it was semen, like what had come out of her boyfriend's dick when she had stroked it inside that shed near the school... and it was tinged pink with her blood. Her mother had told her that a good virgin bleeds for her husband, and it had comforted Rachel to know that in spite of what she had done with her boyfriend, that she had remained a good virgin.

The woman's mouth had immediately engulfed the prince's cock, and it had revolted Rachel to think what had remained in the woman's mouth as she watched it emerge clean. The woman had smiled at her and swallowed, as the prince got out of bed without a second glance at either of them. Rachel had laid on the bed, staring at the blue satin canopy, her mind in a blank fugue, as the woman fussed around the prince, helping him dress. Rachel had hardly been aware of the click of the leather shoes and the sound of the door closing. It was only when the woman had started gently cleaning her with cotton pads soaked in rose water that Rachel had began to cry.