She did not understand, not until her weight began to settle on the only place it was supported, on that cleft between her legs, and the pressure and pain mounted, making her gasp, looking at her grandsire with wide, frightened eyes, filled with pain-stricken horror at the knowledge that this pain was only the first, and far worse was to come.  Aurora, Aurora the slave, whispered to him.  "It hurts, Master.  Oh it hurts so bad."