The knife. My gaze strays to the table, glues there, as I hoist her onto my shoulder.
Leave it. Leave it there. Then we won’t be able to do any cutting.
Or any fucking of her with it.
We would enjoy, at the very least, fucking her with a knife. Do it slow…it doesn’t have to cut.Those thoughts sway me. They clog my brain, and I think I detect a pattern to them.
“No!” I snap, half to myself. “I’m tying her to the web.”
“Fine.”
Did she answer my question?
I frown as I walk, with her head-down and hanging over my back. Maybe she didn’t. “Don’t speak,” I remind her.
I feel her lift her head off my back. She makes a vague noise before flopping back into place.
I don’t need her answer. I smack her ass. “Shhh!” I receive an indignant squeak.
Above us, the leather straps on the web sway slightly from where they hang off the ceiling, perfectly macabre and spidery.
God, how I love teasing her, tormenting her, and making her come. My hand on her ass slips a little and encounters the moisture that has dribbled from her cunt.
My cock swells harder, which is quite an achievement.
I tie her to the web, standing, with the floor only reachable with her toes, and properly spreadeagled, with both wrists and ankles pulled wide. The position renders her utterly helpless and fuck me, I need to do this again.
I step away and circle her, ducking beneath the web to view her front and rear. The nipple clamps sway invitingly and accentuate her tits. Her pink-brown areolas are flawless sexual targets. Thankfully, the web ropes are wide enough apart for all her juicy parts to show from behind. Her ass cheeks are perfectly centered in the gaps.
I stroke my jaw while she stares at me and no doubt wonders what I will do to her. When she struggles and pulls on the cuffs, the web undulates.
“Testing the cuffs? You won’t break them.” I heft each breast and kiss them, tonguing the clamps even as she hisses. I fondle her navel, her mons, brush my palm and fingers over her body, in awe of her soft curves and how I have her completely at my command. “I can do anything to you,” I warn her, as I wander my hands and fingers everywhere, into her pussy, her mouth, around to her rear where I run myhands over her back and the ropes where they intervene, down to her ankles.
I part her ass cheeks and think about what to stick in her there. My cock, for starters.
“Where do I begin? Here? Cunt? Mouth again?”
She inclines her head and blows a raspberry in my direction. Behind me, Zedder laughs. I eye the stacked fake weapons to my left, and amble toward them.
“Promising. Now, with a dildo taped onto one of these I could do wonderful things. Is there any duct tape available?”
“We can find some. Gregory, fetch some please. The Laramies had all that stuff in the kitchen. Bottom drawer.”
One of the bodyguards strides off to look.
I pluck a short spear from the pile and heft it, then see a cane hiding in there too. A proper cane for kinky action? I can cane those plump ass cheeks until they’re red.
Now I’m dual wielding. I hold them both at arm’s length, then test the cane with a swish through the air.Oh yesss.
The anxious sound that comes from my fucktoy makes me grin.
I decide to undress and haul my shirt over my head. This will show off my mutilated body to everyone here, but I am not performing this exquisitely nasty seduction and debauchment of my Hailey with my clothes on. They can see what I am and know that I am a terrible, grotesque creature.
Fuck with me at your peril.
Naked, I retrieve my weapons of choice, the cane and the spear.
Still bound spreadeagled to the web, Hailey waits, her nude body a sacrificial offering to me, her monster.
