A Young Virgin's Journey Into Whoredom

When the brute laid me down on his bed, I thought that he would quickly began the assault on my virtue. I didn’t have the slightest idea that I would have to go through so much preliminary handling first . He next turned me onto my side and again took me in his arms, kissing my face, throat and breasts. He inhaled the sweet odor emanating from my flesh, and was evidently pleased with the feminine charms of his victim.
"You are a very attractive woman," he said, “Your skin is beautifully white and smooth, and your flesh has just the right firmness. You are as fresh as a rose and as fragrant as one too. I am very fond of the delicate perfume of roses on a woman, especially when I take her to bed, and that’s why I told Adaline to give you a bath with the Turkish powder in it."
After toying with me for a moment, he laid me on my back, saying, "Now, Sally, I am going to get on with it. In other words, I’m going to make love to you. You might feel a little pain, but you can stand it. Every woman suffers a little discomfort the first time she’s with a man; but, afterwards the pain goes away and is replaced with pleasure."
Now the fatal moment had finally arrived. In a moment, my prized hymen would be torn to shreds and lost forever. I closed my eyes and covered my face with my hands, as I waited fearfully for him to accomplish his goal. I was feeling very ashamed and intensely sad about what was going to happen.
The slave owner smiled, saying, “You are a beautiful and tasty little dish and I’m going to enjoy this very much.”
Then, I couldn’t help but shiver in fear and utter a low mournful cry. My downfall had now commenced! Soon I would be transformed into an unmarried woman without my virginity--in other words a fallen woman.