Galla listened to him speak, and she felt a painful, red as wine blush flood her cheeks. But when his fingers probed the moist flower between her thighs, she screamed out loud and writhed, although her thighs remained spread. "Nno...please, don't..." She whimpered, feeling her labia pushed apart by his thick, curious finger. "I have never..." She wanted to say "given in". She had never given in to passions, she had never even explored that side of herself. She had stomped all womanly needs, in the favour of battle. She had never stopped to think what a man's touch would be like. She had felt the touch of a woman, but she had not pursued it. She clenched her muscles, and his finger got pulled in, further within her cunt, which was becoming more and more moist.<br/><br/>"I have never known a man." She gasped in the end, defeated. She did not feel strong. She felt weak. Abandoned. Vulnerable and exposed. And more than anything, she felt excited and eager. Eager for something perverse, for something basic. Eager to be filled, touched, tasted and consumed. And she cried out in pain and shame as these realizations hit her.