After I finish preparing her, the rest of the group hauls Ryan in.
In the back corner of this room, we have a wooden chair with plenty of restraints. I untie and remove Ryan’s shoes and cut off his clothes as well, not savoring the moment like I did with Marley.
First, they handcuff Ryan with his wrists behind his back through the opening of the chair. They’re tight enough that even if he decides to break his thumb to get away, he won’t be able to.
Next, they put on leg cuffs, securing them decently as well. Jared goes to the cart and grabs the hemp rope, known as juterope; it’s used to hang deer upside down while the hunter cuts the meat out.
He binds the rope around Ryan’s chest with a sailing knot.
Both are still unconscious.
Still standing beside Marley, I examine her in the chair, attempting to sear the memory into my mind forever.
Now that we’re all in the room, we silently go through a mental checklist, doing a once-over.
There’s a sense of calmness that washes over me as I take in the sight before me. “You guys get some sleep; tomorrow is going to be a long day, unless you want a turn after, Jared?”
He shakes his head no, rubbing the back of his neck as he responds, “No thanks, man; you know I like them awake. I feed off their fear.”
Cora, Georgia, and Jared all file out of the room, all of them staggering to our bed in exhaustion.
My arousal revives at the sight of Marley immobile.
I shed my clothes, taking my sweet time, and crawl over to her.
My hand grabs onto the table underneath the seat.
Next, I drift over her body, my face even with hers, as I sweep my nose along her jaw and up to her ear, moving her hair out of the side of her face, so I can take in her beauty before I destroy it.
Looming over her, I lick the exposed side of her jaw and nibble at her earlobe.
“Let’s play, baby,” I murmur in her ear.
I flick my tongue all the way down to her nipples, drawing each one into my mouth. Leaning back, I notice her nipples pebbling.
Pre-cum drips out of my thickening cock, and I take my thumb and rub it all over the tip.
“Fuck, baby, look at what you do to me. I know how much you want me to fuck your pretty cunt,” I growl.
I move down to her pussy and spit on it before prying open her pussy lips to verify it’s wet enough.
It’s not, so I grab the Vaseline. Opening the top with a pop, I snatch a huge glob of it and paint her pussy with it.
My cock twitches as I look over my handiwork; she’s soaked for me.
Crouching back on top of her, I align my cock with her entrance and probe it in her cunt, soaking in the feeling of it gripping me needily. I groan madly as I thrust inside. At last, I’m buried deep inside my obsession. I smack her all over, snickering because she is in a comatose induced state.
“You fucking slut.” My voice deepens as pleasure flashes over me. “I own you now and claim you as mine.”
Readjusting myself, I prop down on my elbows with my cock unmoving inside her.
Wickedness spirals through me, and I smirk before I fuck her like a wild animal, thrusting my dick so deep that the tip hits her cervix. Her unconscious body bobs up and down. I want her to feel the pain thrumming between her legs when she wakes up.
The tingling sensation builds as the orgasm consumes my body. I let out an explosive grunt, pulling out of her and positioning my cock so that my come covers her stomach. Marking her.
With my cock still pulsing, I shake out every drop all over her.
Smugly gazing at the work of art I’ve made, I saunter over to the cart and reach for a small towel to clean off my cock.
