This time, it was no dream.  This time, it was not done with her pseudo-consent, with her arousal peaked by the presence of the Nightmare Throne, by his promises.  This time, it was real, it was going to hurt, and she most certainly did not consent.  But she was just as helpless as she had been in the other, and cried out as his cock entered her.  She was dry, Herrick was well endowed, and it was a messy, painful affair that tore her hymen, bled her onto the bare ground while she wept.