Ciana Rose's Erotic Stories

Synopsis

Rachel endures the nightmare of enforced sex, while all around her, nameless, faceless, and expressionless eyes watch her agony. Shame, guilt and fear control her life, until one day, in a desperate bid to find freedom, she feels compelled to knock on a door. That single act of bravery will change her life forever. Action packed with explicitly detailed sex from the first page to the last, this is only the beginning of Rachel’s story.

Extract

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.