The full moon hung low in the sky and burned a fiery orange glow in the cloudless night. In the distance she heard the howl of the lone wolf and trembled in fear as the cool night air bathed her naked flesh and kissed her hardened nipples. How long she had been lashed to the tree, she did not know. It was sometime before noon as the sun had not yet reached its peak in the sky when her captor removed the canvas veil from her head.
Her wrists and shoulders ached from lack of movement. Whoever he was, or whatever it was, he lashed her wrists together behind her, around the trunk of the tree, after having stripped her barren of her clothing. The bark of the tree dug into her back and she felt the abrasions in her flesh from her struggles. Alas, it was no use; she could not break free.
The temperature began to fall and she began to shiver. How long could she last in this environment? As much as the shame of being found naked and tied to a tree plagued her mind, it was nothing compared to the thought of leaving this earth before dawn.
Who was the man who did this to her? Why did she allow herself to trust him so soon? These were just a few of the questions racing through her mind.
She shifted her weight from one leg to another. Memories of last evening swept those burning questions into the corner of her mind. She tried to focus but visions of herself, on her knees; worshiping his cock, flooded her mind. She felt her arousal between legs and silently cursed herself for her condition. What sane person would become aroused in a situation like this?
“Open your mouth, slut,” he barked as he slapped her face. She complied, only to find her mouth now filled by his throbbing cock. He used her forcefully as tears streamed from her eyes and drew thin black lines down her cheeks. Gagging sounds filled the room as his hands, entangled in her chestnut locks, guided her head back and forth as he took his pleasure from her mouth.
He didn’t last long and for that she was grateful. When he had filled her belly with his seed he pushed her to the floor and adjusted his jeans before leaving her alone to spend the night on the cold dark floor.
She thought to herself, “Oh, what I wouldn’t give to be there again, right now. Anything is better than this.”
Just then, she heard the wolf howl again. He was much closer now; too close. She wasn’t the religious type, but tonight she prayed silently to a God in which she did not believe and begged for her life, for mercy, for anything that would save her mortal soul.
Behind her, she heard the snapping of a twig followed by the rustling of a tree branch. Her breath caught in her throat as her heart raced and she screamed in horror when she felt his touch on her arm. She fainted in the moment, and he cut the ropes from her wrists and gathered her in his arms.
When she woke, the familiarity of his study calmed her fears. She was laying on the bearskin rug in front of a roaring fire while he lay beside her with his arms wrapped tightly around her; protecting her from the demons of her mind. She turned to face him and winced in pain.
“Hello, pet. You’re safe now. Though you never were in any danger. I was never more than ten feet from you the entire time.”
“Thank you, Sir,” she replied and she reached for him and brushed her hand against his cheek.
“I washed your wounds when I brought you inside, they’ll probably hurt for a few days. Now turn over and let me rub some salve into your arms and shoulders. They have to be stiff by now.”
“Yes, Sir,” she whispered as she rolled on her stomach. As his hands worked the ointment into her flesh she felt the familiar sensation of her arousal between her thighs. She knew he would soon discover her condition and she prayed he’d devour her like the hungry wolf she heard howl in the dark.
