My shift
then he fairly tore open, finding I made too much use of it
to barricade my breasts, as well as the more important
avenue: yet in every thing else he proceeded with all the
marks of tenderness and regard to me, whilst the art of my
play was to shew none for him. I acted then all the nice-
ties, apprehensions, and terrors supposable for a girl per-
fectly innocent to feel at so great a novelty as a naked man
in bed with her for the first time. He scarce even obtained
a kiss but what he ravished; I put his hand away twenty times
from my breasts, where he had satisfied himself of their
hardness and consistence, with passing for hitherto unhandled
goods. But when grown impatient for the main point, he now
threw himself upon me, and first trying to examine me with
his finger, sought to make himself further way, I complained
of his usage bitterly: I thought he would not have serv'd a
body so . . . I was ruin'd . . . I did not know what I had
done . . . I would get up, so I would . . .; and at the same
time kept my thighs so fast locked, that it was not for
strength like his to force them open, or do any good. Find-
ing thus my advantages, and that I had both my own and his
motions at command, the deceiving him came so easy that it
was perfectly playing upon velvet. In the mean time his
machine, which was one of those sizes that slip in and out
without being minded, kept pretty stiffly bearing against
that part, which the shutting my thighs barr'd access to; but
finding, at length, he could do no good by mere dint of
bodily strength, he resorted to entreaties and arguments: to
which I only answer'd with a tone of shame and timidity, that
I was afraid he would kill me .
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