Cabin Fever

Zoe Voss walks into the cabin like she’s already halfway undressed. Tall, pale, red hair catching fire in the lamplight. She thinks they’re just two girlfriends snowed in, trading ghost stories for cheap thrills. Felony keeps feeding her darker ones—girls taken in these woods, stripped, bound, whipped raw, turned into playthings. Zoe laughs at first, then leans in, then melts when Felony grabs her by the throat and the mask drops. Clothes come off in hard tugs. Felony’s hands are everywhere, leaving red prints that bloom and fade. The flogger lands in heavy, measured strokes across Zoe’s back and ass until the skin sings. Spanking follows, loud and sharp, each smack shoving Zoe forward against the rough wooden table. Nipples get pinched, twisted, clamped; a zipper of clothespins runs down her torso and rips free in one brutal pull that makes her cry out and drip at the same time. Felony bends her over, tongue driving between her cheeks, licking deep while fingers keep her spread. Then the harness comes out. Felony fucks her hard—strap-on slamming into her ass while she holds Zoe’s wrists behind her back. Every thrust knocks a sob loose. The orgasms hit fast and keep coming, one after another, until Zoe’s shaking and begging for the next round. She came here to push limits for someone waiting at home. She’s leaving with welts that will speak louder than words.