Page 97 of Lost to the Woods

Then I lift her. She’s light in my arms, her body limp like a doll as I carry her to the dungeon. The chains rattle as I hook her ropes to the ceiling, suspending her just enough that her toes barely brush the ground. Her head lolls forward, long, pink hair cascading over her face as I step back to admire my work.

But she’s not done yet.

The last length of rope I slither between her legs, threading it through her pussy slit, pulling it taunt, so fucking tight until she jerks. A sharp cry tears from her throat as the rough fibers bite into her clit. Her eyes are hazy, unfocused, but they find mine.

“There you are,” I murmur, stroking her hip as she whimpers. “Now you’re awake.”

Then comes the final touch.

I step to the table and grab the anal hook. She shakes her head violently in protest, like I’d care.

After lubing it and warming it in my palm, I approach her back with the wicked smirk playing on my lips.

“This is going to hurt,” I whisper, kissing the corner of her mouth as I pressing the hook against her clenching asshole.

She jerks when I push it in, her body arching, a broken cry tearing from her throat as the metal ball stretches her wider than the plug ever did.

The moment it’s seated inside her, I connect it to the crotch rope between her legs, yanking it secure. It pulls tighter with every movement, rubbing against her hypersensitive flesh, the hook dragging deeper with every shift of her weight.

She sobs, scrambling for balance as the ropes dig into her flushed skin.

And I exhale with relief, finally being able to admire her in a way I’ve been aching to since the first time I saw her.

“Gorgeous. Now, let’s play a game and see how long you last,” I propose, taking a seat on a chair by the wall as I stroke myself slowly, watching her struggle. “You cum, I punish you.”

23. Bunny

Ican’t.

My toes barely touch the ground, my legs trembling, my thighs slick with panicked sweat and something else—something shameful. The ropes press into my flesh, the rough fibers burning where they bite into my arms, my breasts, my pussy. The anal hook is seated deep, impaling me, the metal ball stretching me wide. Every shift of my weight sends a jolt of pain and pleasure straight to my core, the crotch rope sawing against my swollen clit.

And he just sits there, watching me.

Ghost lounges in the chair across from me. Naked. All lean muscle and ink over his tanned skin. His pierced cock is hard in his hand, stroking slow, so large that it rivals the beasts he calls “his brothers”. A mocking smirk plays on his full lips, his eyes dark, almost fully black, drinking in every twitch of my drained body, every desperate whimper I can’t swallow down.

Ihatehim.

And I hate how much I want him at the same time.

Seeing him without the mask is even worse…becausehe is so fucking breathtaking. I just can’t understand how such a beautiful man can be this cruel.

Fuck him and his perfect face.

My nipples ache, hard and sensitive beneath the Shibari harness, my clit pulsing with need. Every little movement drags the hook deeper into my tight, virgin ass. Every inhale makes the unforgiving ropes dig harder. Every exhale turns into a moan.

The pressure between my legs is unbearable. My hips jerk on their own, seeking more friction, more anything, even as my thighs quiver with exhaustion. Last night was too much. My pussy hasn’t recovered from the stretch of too many cocks, from how many times they made me cum against my will.

And now?Oh fuck.It hurts. And it’s too much…

That pain feelstoo good.

I can’t hold it.

A spark races up my spine, and my blurred vision whites out as a sudden orgasm crashes into me like wildfire, violent and raw. My back arches, my hips rolling shamelessly against the harsh hemp, as my ass clenches around the intrusion. A scream tears from my throat as my legs give out, my weight sagging into the bindings, and the hook feels like it’s in my stomach—I’m suspended now, pathetic, like a broken doll.

Ghost tsks, standing in one fluid motion. “Already?” His voice is a velvet blade, slicing through the haze. “That was fast, little bunny.”

I sob, my body still twitching from the aftershocks, as I plead, “Please, I can’t take anymore.”

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