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them outwards, slapping and kissing them. “It felt really good what you did to me in the bathroom.”
    He spat on his finger and stuck it up her anus. It was uncomfortable, but she stayed relaxed. “A finger feels small now, huh?” he said, twisting it in and out. “Have you had a cock up your ass before?”
    She shook her head, giving a little whine. She was on all fours. He dug his finger in deeper and kept it there wriggling it. “I was the first to fuck your ass?”
    She nodded in misery.
    “Your boyfriend got your pussy virginity, I got your ass virginity. Which one hurt more, Nicole?”
    “My arse.”
    “Your ass?”
    He took his finger out and lay his chest on her back while she was on all fours. He reached his hand around between her thighs, rubbing her pussy.
    “How do you feel about anal sex?” he said. “If it’s done properly, I mean. I was a real cruel bastard before. I can do it so it doesn’t hurt, not much.
    “I was watching some girls get their ass’s fucked today. They seemed to like it. You want to watch some with me, and then try it?”
    She was trying not to cry, but her tears wouldn’t hold, and she felt them slide hot from beneath her lashes and down her cheeks to her lips. She shook her head.
    “No?” he said. “Why not?”
    “I don’t want to.”
    He stayed pressed against her, and started pressing his tip against her ass, trying to get it in. “Just a little bit,” he said, pushing.
    “No!” She collapsed forward so he couldn’t get in.
    “Get up, get up!” He smacked her backside.
    She turned onto her back, looking up at him, holding her hands open defensively. “I don’t want to!”
    “Turn over!” He smacked her again, but she didn’t move. “Fuck you!” he said. He spat at her.
    He went and turned on some loud music, and left.
    She cried convulsively, and tugged her blanket over herself, sheltering beneath it.
    When he came back he was still pissed off. He didn’t give her anything more to eat or drink, and he hardly looked at her. He didn’t smoke a lot, but when he did he some times burned her with it. He was restless for some time, then he went over to her. He took the blanket off her. “If you keep covering yourself with this thing, I’ll throw it away.”
    He kneeled next to her, stroked her hair, and ran his hands over her. After all the times he had played with her he was still obsessed with the desire to cup her breasts, grope and fondle her moist tender pussy. He finger-fucked her, jabbing his fingers hard and deep into her. She stared off to the side, silently allowing him the enjoyment of her body.
     
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    He let her have some water late in the evening. He had his dinner in the kitchen. It smelled like fried steak and onions, and she could hear the occasional sounds of clinking cutlery. She was hungry, but didn’t ask him for anything. He had been angry at her all day and struck her a few a times.
    Sitting quietly, she looked over her body. It was the first time in all these days that she had allowed herself. She felt emotion well in her at the sight of the bruises on her arms and legs. She touched between her thighs and felt inside herself to see if everything was normal in there. She was constantly aching.
    She was still touching herself when he came out. He stopped in the doorway and stared at her with a dead, unreadable expression. She took her hand away, and stared at him with hostile anguish. He went back into the kitchen. Her heart was trembling and breaking inside her. She could smell fresh cigarette smoke. She wished he would choked on it and die.
    A little later, he came out smoking, and stared at her again. He threw his cigarette into a nearby dying pot plant. She remained motionless as he approached her. He crawled onto her, his hands either side her head, looking down at her. He lowered his face till he almost touched hers, then whispered, “I want to fuck,” at the same time placing his lips on hers. He put his knee