His words were true, not that she felt she'd ever have to worry about the dating scene again.  She really wished she had let her fiancee make love to her though so she could have experienced real, passionate sex between two equals who loved each other.  This beast meant for her to be just one more trophy on his shelf.  The idea revolted her, almost as much as the actual physical violation.  Those cum and sweat drenched whores with their distended bellies and lifeless eyes filled her with pity and disgust.  She wouldn't become like them.  Even if she were trapped here and forced to breed with him, she was determined to remember who and what she was.  As the fire of her passions ignited in her, she started to actually find a certain amount of sick pleasure in the feeling of him inside her and her hand began to more vigourously stroke her sex, finding her still intact clit and teasing it.