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My Heart's Desire 2: Facing Fear
(Author Unknown)

Rachel was totally exhausted and wasn't at all sure how much more torture she could take. Her long slim legs had become quite weak and were now shaking from standing on tiptoe for well over an hour. She tried to lower her heavy and weary head to her chest and as she looked down, she saw tiny beads of sweat forming across her bare, naked breasts, dripping down her long since exposed shimmering, stripped body. She watched as they travelled, mesmerised by their tantalising, silent, secret touch. Beads coupled with other droplets and became larger, increasing speed as they went, until they could be clearly felt meeting down below, down between her aching legs and then trickle slowly down the inside of her thighs.

	They were both fully erect. Her extended nipple's had been tortured and abused for so long. They were now acting like tiny throbbing antenna, detecting even the smallest of breezes, which made every part of her tingle. Waves of painful bliss went down into her stomach and down further still. Even though it was late, it was still a very hot and clammy June night and without a cloud in the sky, there was no chance of any rain. 

	"Rain" she thought, almost pleading, "rain might wash me clean, or at least give me some strength back?" 

	Again, she looked up, hoping in vain that there would be someone watching. Tied tightly together, he had placed Rachel's hands and wrists either side of a thick branch. It was exactly what he needed to keep her his prisoner. Low enough to allow the tips of her toes to touch the mud; it was high enough to strain every bone and every muscle in her tiny petite little body. Stretched beyond endurance, it made her ache and yet somehow come alive from the intense pain.

	It had begun suddenly in a complete and unexpected frenzy. Her teasingly thin, cotton summer dress offered no protection for her, as he yanked and pulled violently at that suggestive buttoned opening at the front. Immediately, the first four or five buttons came clean off, opening up and offering tantalising glimpses of her thin red-laced bra and delicate, soft uncovered skin. This irresistible tease, only spurred him on and again his large, firm, determined hands gripped tight, ripping, tearing and pulling at Rachel's delicate clothing. Then he grabbed the loose, now flapping material and yanked them violently over her shoulders. Shred in two, her beautiful dress, instantly pinned her arms to her sides.

	His back bent forward, bringing his horrible unshaven stubble close to her face. Desperately, Rachel tried to pull away. The only reward for her pathetic efforts was to have the dress ripped down to her hips, freeing her arms. Not even stopping for a single second to admire his handy work and almost in one sweeping movement, he wrenched the dress down to the ground. Left discarded and unwanted, it wrapped uselessly around her shaking feet.

	Breathless and in shock, Rachel tried in vain to cover her breasts. She pulled her trembling hands under her chin, almost in prayer, and brought her elbows together, desperately looking and hoping for some protection. Ignoring her pathetic efforts, he pushed the tips of his fat grubby fingers into the top of her delicate red-laced knickers. Within a second, they tor clean off, ripped apart as if they were made of nothing more than tissue paper, and discarded without further thought.

	Snarling, almost snorting in a growl, he panted like a wild animal with excitement and sheer lust at the tantalising, succulent sight before him.

	"Take it off.. or I'll rip it off!" He grunted.

	Rachel physically jumped and did immediately as commanded. Without hesitation, she fumbled and eventually undid the fastener at the front and let her bra, her only and last piece of cover, fall to the grass. It joined the torn dress, exposing her, all of her, naked from head to toe. Using her hands, she tried to cover her now exposed pussy and dropping her head, trembled and fidgeted with uncertainty. Overwhelmed, Rachel felt engulfed by what had just happened to her. Looking down at the mud and the grass, completely confused, she wondered what would happen to her next.

	He grabbed one of Rachel's hands and pulled her to a branch, wrenching her arms high into the air and that is where she stayed as his repeatedly tortured and abused slave. He used his own belt to tie her tightly to the tree. Unable to move, escape completely out of the question, he covered her head with his T-shirt, so she couldn't see where the sickening blows were coming from.

	Again, she was desperate to use her arms for some protection. She felt helpless without them, of course, he knew this and after a while, Rachel became overcome with a complete sense of hopelessness, but he knew this too! After what seemed like forever, he must have thought it would be more torturous, perhaps more fun, more pleasing even, for Rachel to see it coming and to anticipate the pain. He removed her makeshift blindfold.

	Rachel could see he was now as naked as her, his penis incredibly large. His erection looked engorged and expectant. He had made his intentions more than clear. Rachel began to tremble. It was becoming unbearable. 

	Tied naked to a tree, in an open field, next to a river, Rachel could feel the swirl of cool air caressing and smoothing every part of her. It made a million goose bumps come alive; making her more sensitive to everything that touched her.

	"It's too much!" she gasped.

	Rachel yelped aloud. "Bastard!" He started hitting her again, battering her little, feeble body with a long, thin, flexible, whip like stick. Her backside began to burn like hot ashes. Each deliberate thwack left its clear mark. Red lines criss-crossed against her bare flesh. He thrashed it that many times, her bum felt as if all of it were aflame. The tops of her legs and her breasts all received the same treatment and now she was feeling woozy, her head becoming a swirling, jumbled mass of disjointed thought and pain.

	During one of the brief and rare moments of pause, Rachel hung her dizzy head and murmured. 

	"How has it come to this?"

	His big rough hands were all over her. They grabbed at her, playing and kneading at her breasts and back. They touched her, pulling her, poking her, stroking her, rubbing her, sometimes really hard, sometimes quite soft and gentle. Sometimes his desperate long, thick fingers stabbed and plunged deeply inside her. Rachel gasped and grunted as they filled her, stretching her besieged and battered pussy to the very limit. Sometimes, he used his tongue instead, licking and biting every available piece of exposed and trembling naked skin, from her weary head to her tingling toes.

	He couldn't hide his sheer delight when he found an empty bottle and now and again went to the water's edge and with sickening intent came back to splash freezing cold water all over her battered, naked flesh. Sometimes, he poured some into his hands and rubbed them straight onto Rachel's whipped and sore pussy lips.

	Then he picked up the whip and started the torture all over again. There was no break, no let up. He gave her no time to catch her breath or collect her thoughts. Rachel knew she was on the edge. Her trembling became more violent. She simply had no control over her own body anymore. He knelt in front of her and pulled her viciously onto his thick extended tongue. It rasped hard and deep at her pussy. Hopelessly, her lips separated, instantly filled by his fat, searching, extended tongue. His teeth clenched hard, grabbing violently, yanking and pulling at her clitoris. She thought it would tear clean off. He bit hard at her soft delicate inner fleshy folds, making Rachel scream in pain.

	He forced her weary right leg up over his left shoulder to get at her pussy lips more easily. Then he thrust a long, long finger deep inside her and then another, pushing and pushing, forcing them both deeply inside her. Rachel's little body began to shake uncontrollably. Tiny painful electric darts shot straight through her. Rachel's back began to arch. Her eyes rolled. Her head fell back and she bit at her lip. Another huge orgasm sent her heart pounding in her chest, and her pussy forced to spasm around his fat, long, merciless fingers.

	Unable to move, Rachel hung there, limp and completely motionless. All strength and fight were now gone. Her legs were simply unable to carry her any longer. She felt vulnerable and utterly exposed. Standing in front of her, she just knew that there would be more and that he wasn't finished with her yet. She could feel heat radiating from his naked body and the slow, almost deliberate draw of his breath. Rachel didn't dare open her eyes for fear of inviting more of his attempts to humiliate her, in case he administered more of his whipping game on her already ravaged bum. Without a word, his immensely strong arms lifted her clean off the ground and pulled her tight to him. Rachel's soft delicate breasts pressed, as if in a vice, against his steel like chest.

	To him, she must have seemed no heavier than a rag doll!

	He snorted, pulling her closer to him and lifted her limp body up higher. Pushing, he had no trouble or resistance, as he forced a strong leg between hers. Rachel's tired and exhausted legs were easily pushed apart, making them open and making them push one each side of him. Her knee's up, her legs wide open, he pinned her breasts to his bare chest.

	Rachel kept her eyes clenched shut and held her breath. She knew exactly what was coming. She knew she was his slave. Exhausted, she gave in and submitted to become his plaything, during which, he had made her climax three times already. He rubbed her almost raw with his fingers and his tongue, and now her delicious pussy was wet and open and to him, ready and inviting.

	He slowly lowered Rachel's body down. Carefully, he positioned her so he could take, without any resistance, his prize and impale her on his fat, rod like shaft. She could feel her pussy lips savagely and relentlessly pushed apart. She could see the delight on his face, as he started to stretch her beaten and ravaged vagina ever so wide. He made her wince. Rachel released a torrent of swear words, eventually whispering a little muffled cry.

	"Oh God!"

	This was it! She could see he was not going to stop, not now. Nothing would ever stop him now, as she felt the end of his massive tool begin to penetrate her. He entered Rachel's wet, warm pussy, just slightly at first. 

	"He's playing with me," she thought. "Trying to tease me" 

	Maybe he was just allowing her to get used to his sheer size. Slowly, very slowly, he eased Rachel's naked and battered body down onto his very hard erection. Her head threw back. She felt inch after inch after inch filling her completely and stretching her so wide, it made her toes curl and gasp desperately for air.

	His massive, six-foot plus, muscular frame, easily stood upright, holding Rachel's now battered and limp body just where he wanted it to be. Any fight she had left inside her was long since gone and in the open green field, with Rachel's tired and weary stretched arms still tied around the tree, he started to fuck her.

	His thrusts were so very slow and so very deep. Rachel felt every inch of him as his eyes coldly took her in. She could feel the breeze somehow soothing her incredibly sore and battered behind. It swirled around her thighs and pushed up between her opened legs, as if it were somehow a willing accomplice to what was happening to her. It washed around her agonisingly filled and stretched pussy and made small stabs at her little, tiny clitoris. Rachel's leg's could not have been more stretched apart or her pussy more filled, and still, he kept thrusting into her, still, he kept pumping his thick, long shaft into her and still, he just kept fucking her, absolutely not ever stopping!

	Rachel tried to look over to the bank on the far side of the river in the faint hope that there was someone watching.

	"Please!" She whispered. "Let there be someone watching?" She felt so tired. 

	He moved his hands so he was holding her up by her whelp torn buttocks. This served to give him the ability to pull her closer to him, to force himself into her even harder and even further.

	Suddenly, he was no longer slow or gentle. Rachel gripped the branch with her hands. A look of incredible pain swept across her face. He rammed himself into her, pulling her hard onto him. Every thrusting deep lunge produced a slapping noise, as Rachel's cheeks hammered into the tops of his thighs. Every lunging thrust made her exhale, forcing the very life out of her. He kept ramming and thrusting into her, fucking her pussy harder, faster and so much deeper. He just kept fucking her, exhaling and draining what little air she had left. He was so incredibly fast and his prick so immensely big, she just couldn't breathe. He kept fucking her so hard and so fast, thrust after thrust emptied her lungs. Rachel thought her chest would to explode. She couldn't breathe. He wouldn't stop. He kept fucking her at such speed; there just wasn't any time to catch her breath, as his engorged prick filled her again and again. She feared he would actually fuck her to death. Rachel could feel herself slowly and gradually, little by little, slip away. Each and every never-ending thrust and lunge numbed her mind.

	Losing her mind to a darkening world of continuous pain, Rachel couldn't tell if she was in heaven or in hell. Was this ecstasy or was it torture? When she thought she could take no more, just as she thought she would black out from the lack of air, he started to grunt. His hips jerked, no longer in a rampant rhythm. He was no longer in control, as Rachel felt his hot sperm shoot deeply inside her. Another jerk and there was more sperm and then more. It seemed it would never end, and then his thrusts became slower, somehow deliberate again, as if he were using Rachel's pussy to milk every last drop of spunk from him. Eventually, finally, he stopped.

	"At last.. air!" 

	Rachel sucked in huge amounts of air. Gasping and coughing, her eye's started to well.

	"This has never happened to me before," she screamed in her mind.

	"I have never been held captive or used as a sex slave." She simply felt used and so abused.