The Belvedere.

Fanny's Devious and Selfish Deception.

Her sister, Fanny, had told her what had happened to her at the hands of her future husband on an ongoing basis when he had got her alone. Most of those confessions had been three years after Fanny had married, and after giving birth to two children.

Fanny had dissolved into tears as she had hugged her younger sister close and told her something of her sad life before and after her marriage. Harriet did not understood all of it. Her sister used some strangely vulgar words that she had never heard on the lips of any woman.

Harriet could have sworn that Fanny had a good marriage but here she was, pouring her heart out to her younger sister about the rough animal; the monster she had married.

“Men are absolute beasts every chance they get”, Fanny had vituperatively told her. “Even before marriage if they can get you alone and get away with it. They are ruthless, violent, and care nothing for any woman but care only for having their licentious and disgusting way with her at all times.” Harriet had listened, not understanding all that she was being told then, but she did now.

“They never take 'no' for an answer and want only to get your clothes off at the first opportunity and to be into you with that massive appendage of theirs; their c**k, in their excitement and eagerness for you.” Fanny had sniffed loudly. Harriet had been speechless. “And me, all innocent and not knowing what to expect that first time we were left alone together. I thought I was about to be torn apart when he pushed that thing into me the first time.” Fanny had scowled, recalling that first time, but her eyes were not telling the same story as her words. She seemed elated and excited, but was striving to hide it.

“I blame Mama for that. I soon found out.” Fanny shook her head. “My education progressed far that night”—as Harriet’s had— “when he lifted my dress and pushed me back onto the settee. I was taken by surprise and was helpless to object before he had got that immense part of his into me, mercilessly pounding me as he blocked my loud complaints and protestations with his mouth locked over mine while he completely stuffed that other place of mine with his massive c**k. It felt as though he was splitting me! I was terrified of becoming pregnant every time he did that to me, and it was very often. He could never get out of me in time before he came, but he had no intention of coming out of me anyway, and stayed in me sometimes for hours. All they think about is doing that to us as often as they can get us alone; pushing into us and staying inside us.

“There will be no part of your body that will be your own after that. That is not the only shocking thing that happens either but you will find that out for yourself if you are unwise enough to put yourself into the power of any man.” Fanny had needed to say no more. She could see from the look on her sister’s face that she had shocked her as she had intended to do, and would make her think twice about men and marriage after hearing that.

“And be careful you don’t get any of him into your hair. It is the very devil to wash out.” Harriet had not understood what she was saying.

“Don’t ever think of getting married, Harriet. It is not worth it. Your life will never be the same and your body will become his to do with as often as he wishes, whenever he wishes, and will no longer be your own. He will be at you morning noon and night and all through the night with that massive c**k of his, but then it is never any other way. And then the children will come along. Even then he will still be at you every chance he gets, both night and day no matter where you are; inside, outside… wherever.”

When Harriet had seen Fanny and her husband together afterward, Fanny had been hugging her husband’s arm as though pleased to see him and they had been laughing with her father about her sister Harriet’s absolute naiveté as her husband was even then caressing her on her bum as she hugged him close in turn, not realizing that Harriet could hear them or see them.

Harriet had overheard part of that conversation. Fanny had reassured their father that Harriet would not be in such haste to find a suitor or to get married and to leave him now, after what she had told her to disgust her, and would be content to stay at home and look after him as a younger daughter should.

Fanny had said all of that to her sister to turn her away from thought of marriage and leaving her father alone. They had planned it together! Words escaped her.

Harriet had never trusted Fanny or her father after that.

However, maybe it had not all been a lie. She seemed to remember that one of the scullery maids had said something about that stiff and insistent part of a stable-hand. She had also called it that impolite four-letter word and had described about it being directed between her legs into her quim, after she had laid down for him and had lifted her skirt out of the way. She had thought that he was going to show her that it would not hurt her, and would fit easily into her there as he had moved between her legs, telling her he would put only the tip of it into her at first. Then, once he had started into her a little way he had pushed suddenly when she had not expected him to do that in quite that way or so hard, without any warning. She had sworn at him as he had laughed at her surprise, and had tried to get him out of her and off her, but all without success. He had stayed there within her for several minutes until she'd calmed down. She had said that that was all a man wanted to do to you; push that damned stiff item of his into the quim of any woman that would let him, and to… fornicate… with her”—Harriet preferred to block that much less polite word than ‘fornicate’ that the maid had used, and all that was said from her consciousness— “as he had taken me.” Harriet had never heard those words before. She knew they were not polite and were never to be used.

However, that same scullery maid had been the one to then describe what pleasure she had experienced with that same stable-hand after that first time, and how he had been easily forgiven; the great mischievous oaf. Now they did it (‘f****d’, she could think it) after church every Sunday, and many other times too when they could be alone together.

And here she was, Harriet, just as bad and as disgusting as her sister, Fanny.

Harriet’s mind returned to what he was doing for her. She could study him now as he dressed her, no longer afraid by his nakedness or what he would do to her. What more could he possibly do to shock her?