The Human Is Flesh. Science, Race, Gender, Sexuality, and Medicine in American and British Literature, 1780-1870

Fucking… fucking… like a searing firebrand, the blood-bloated thing slithered in and out of her wetly clasping cunt, spreading the hole open wider and wider as he fucked like a hammer his long hot cock up between her trembling thighs. Oh, God, she thought, oh, God! I can't let this feel so good! I mustn't! And then feeling her savage arousal building, she moaned and lifted her impaled asscheeks higher. The panting Fido's sexually stimulated intellect made the mighty hunting dog aware of the young girl's sudden resignation and surrender before him. Briefly and in desperation, she had struggled in one last frantic attempt to escape before hopelessly subjecting herself before his conquering attack. He sensed the final resistance draining from her naked, human flesh, and a new hunger raced through his body. He watched the upper portion of her smooth female back just under the dress, drop until her face and naked titties were flattened down against the pillows, the rounded little mounds of her soft white asscheeks raised submissively to his assault ...»