These rings," he said. "I've had them for years. They were my father's, and his father's before him. Old things. Solid things. They've seen a lot of skin. But they've never seen the inside of a young girl's cunt." He turned his hand so his palm faced upward, and his fingers curled into a loose fist. "I think it's time they did."

His index finger pressed against her entrance. The thick silver band was prominent, its edges smooth but definite, and as he pushed his finger inside her, the ring dragged against her inner walls with a sensation that made her hiss through her teeth.