Rope in the Cabin: Rhiannon Bray

The cabin sits quiet, snow pushing against the windows. Inside, Rhiannon kneels on the wooden floor, naked, wrists bound tight behind her back. Her breath fogs in the cold air. A thick ball gag stretches her mouth wide, saliva already running down her chin. Her dark hair sticks to her flushed face. The rope around her elbows pulls her shoulders back hard, making her breasts thrust forward. She twists and strains against the knots, muscles tight under pale skin. Sweat mixes with spit on her chest. The red welts across her thighs show where the cane landed earlier. She jerks when the next stroke comes, sharp and sudden, leaving another burning line. Her eyes water but stay locked on the man circling her. He moves slow, deliberate. Another strike across her ass. She grunts through the gag. The ropes creak. Wood pops in the fireplace. Outside, wind rattles the shutters. Inside, Rhiannon shudders, helpless, waiting for the next blow.