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was Andrew who was watching.
    Oh, Lord.
    The fingers plunged in and out, and his other hand began to stroke and then squeeze my ass. My thighs were beginning to tremble as my breath came in ragged bursts. Two fingers weren't enough; I could not orgasm like this. I wanted something on my clit, I wanted more in my pussy, I wanted lips on my mouth and hands on my breasts and oh God, I felt I was tumbling toward a climax anyway.
    Before I reached it, the man stepped away from me and I sagged forward, letting the rope take the strain of my weight for a moment. My upper thighs were wet and my pussy felt swollen. Even my nipples were throbbing and pulsing in time with my heartbeat.
    So close.
    There was movement I couldn't quite discern. It was like my brain was moving too slowly because all my attention was on my own body and its reactions; I was half a heartbeat behind everything that was happening around me. But my hearing was heightened with the lack of vision, and I realized I was being untied just as the ropes came loose and I fell forward. I stumbled to regain my footing and my ankles turned, and I kinda fell out of my pumps as I ended up on my hands and knees.
    A firm arm went around my body, lifting me up again. I tried to process everything I could, hunting for clues; he was clothed, he wore a long sleeved shirt, and he was strong.
    And silent.
    I was carried a few yards, as far as I could tell, and pushed forward. I put out my hands and felt rough bark. A fallen tree trunk. I didn't want to lean my body against it, and I recoiled, fighting back. I was naked! It would be rough and full of bugs and probably dirty.
    He was stronger and my capitulation was inevitable. I fought on, anyway, and was rewarded with a stinging slap across my buttocks, first right, then left.
    He did not rub it afterward, like Andrew had done.
    And footsteps - someone else - grew closer.
    I had no choice. My breasts pressed against the tree as I leaned forward, and he forced my legs apart, probing into my pussy and even my ass, shoving his leather gloved finger into my tight hole.
    No man had ever gone there. I had been up for it, you know, in the past, but had never found a willing partner. I figured out early on that a whole lot of men talk the talk but once you get them in the bedroom, they are pussies.
    Not so this one. Finally someone was doing things to me that I'd always wanted them to do. I realized how stupid it had been for me to command: "force me!"
    Now I was being forced. Oh God, I was wet. I wanted this. I wanted to not want it. It was heaven.
    His hand rested heavily on the back of my neck, curling around my throat. It was him.
    His cock pressed against my pussy lips. Was it him?
    Footsteps in the distance. Jeez alive, who was watching? I pushed my hips back, wanting him inside me.
    Whoever the hell he was.
    I bit my tongue to stop me from begging him. It was pretty damn obvious, anyhow, from the way I was moving my ass.
    And when he did surge inside me I think I came a little, right them, and I couldn't stop my screaming. I didn't care who it was. I scrabbled for a handhold, my palms slipping on the rough tree, as his hips slammed into me and I felt every ripple pass through my body.
    He let go of my neck and gripped my waist, his fingers digging in, and he worked furiously, bringing me from my first small orgasm up and up to a higher one, just teetering and then-
    -he slowed, and adjusted his angle, bending forward. His hand closed over my mouth, and I felt his arm lay across my back. His other hand snaked around my belly.
    The respite was brief. Now he picked up pace again. Everything hurt, and I couldn't breathe, and there were stars shattering behind my eyelids as I wept and begged and panted and didn't ever want this to stop.
    I hoped he was fucking me and I hoped he wasn't; I hoped he was watching as some brute of a stranger fucked me. I wanted it all.
    I wanted them all to want me.
    And the way he fucked me … hell, he did